Loki
The humidity of the room probably should have been a clue, but Loki was off in his head, as he so often was these days. Jarvis and the Locational Orientation Kinesthetic Interface, or LOKI system, guided him without regard to privacy or convention, and since he'd been moved onto Tony's residential floor with him, the Asgardian had learned his way around fairly well. Which was why it didn't faze him to wander into Tony's gym looking for him. He could have asked the Tower AI where the genius was, but it was a bit of a game Loki played with himself to detect things using his senses. He was so focused on listening for sounds of exertion that the entrance to the locker rooms didn't even register.
"Stark?" Loki's voice echoed oddly in the tiled interior, distorting the sound to his ears.
Tony
I had my head under the hot spray of water when I heard my name. I was under the impression that Loki didn't like the heat, so for him to be coming into the shower must mean that something was wrong. The water gets turned off immediately and I exit the shower, forgoing the towel. He was blind. And emergency trumped what little modesty that I might have.
"Loki?" A quick once over said that he was in tact. So why was he in the shower? I reach out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist, mostly to catch the water running in rivulets down my body. If I was walking him anywhere, I didn't need puddles. No slipping blind godlings. It wasn't dignified.
I move closer, reaching out and touching the back of my hand to his fingertips. "I'm here."
Loki
"I-" The dampness registered, the scent of soap. Whatever had been in his head before was rinsed right out with the realization of where he was and what Tony had just been doing.
He clasped the genius' hand, slipping fingers over the droplets still on the inside of his wrist. "You smell good," he bumbled, trying to keep his hand from wandering further.
"I was distracted. I did not mean to interrupt.... are you naked?"
Tony
Well well. Flustered Loki was incredibly attractive. I feel myself stir slightly, and shift, fighting the urge.
"Yes, I am. Well. I have a towel, but, for all intense and purposes..." He thought I smelled good? Well. Excellent.
"Do we need to move somewhere not so hot? Are you uncomfortable in here?" Preferably somewhere without tile, though I was perfectly willing and wanting to touch and be touched anywhere. I wasn't accustomed to trying to behave. Especially when I really rather didn't want to.
Loki
The battle with his wandering hand was lost as Loki traced up the sinew of the man's arm, finding more droplets. He licked his lips, immediately thirsting for them. He should have pulled away, shouldn't have been invading Stark's privacy like this, but the deed was already done and the draw too strong.
He took a step closer, bodies nearly touching. "It's just a reflex," Loki explained. "The heat doesn't actually bother me anymore. It is just difficult to unlearn a thousand years of habit sometimes."
His tongue darted over his lips again. "I would not be opposed to somewhere more comfortable, however."
He knew some of the slang, he understood the entendre.
Tony
Watching his tongue made my desire even harder to control. I swallowed, hard, voice thickening as well. "Good to know. I very much want you to be comfortable."
My mind raced. The bedrooms were too far, and I didn't want to wait. Jarvis would have the doors locked. Protocols about me being naked and the elevator shutting down. Safety feature.
The den would do.
I tug his fingers, bringing his hand up to brush the tips of them with my lips. "This way." I guide him out of the gym, and down the short hall into the smaller, recessed room. The furniture was plush and comfortable, and, without the lights up, it was perpetual twilight inside.
I stop us just inside the door. "There are two recliners about 6 paces to your left and a couch 8 steps to the right. Coffee table in the middle." I would let him decide where we went.
Loki
"Put me on the couch." Not guide me. Not show me. PUT ME. Loki's voice shook a bit as he said it, knowing he was revealing himself more than he ever had before. To signify the strength of his intent, the prince groped his way up to find Tony's mouth then pressed his own to it in a hard kiss.
Tony
Put him on the couch. I would absolutely do that. Hands drop to his hips, mouth covering his hungrily now that intentions were known, I guide him to the couch.
I feel the backs of his legs hit it, and help direct the fall so that he lands on the couch and I am over him, pressing down with the weight of my, mouth never leaving his.
Loki
For a moment, he was falling, just a moment of nervousness, but with Tony's lips never leaving his, it was difficult to worry about anything at all. He tasted like toothpaste, smelled like oranges, and felt like welcome.
Both hands free to roam now, Loki quickly located the towel the other man had mentioned and removed it with a gentle tug. Hands already low, they just slipped naturally to cup the hard curve of Stark's ass as he moved above the prince. Loki couldn't even manage to be ashamed of the wanton moan that he let loose into Tony's mouth, encouragement and pleading.
Tony
I groan as his hands stroke down my body, rolling my hips into his. His hands cupping me are warm and wonderful and I want more of him. All of him.
Supporting my weight on my arms, I undulate against him, exploring his mouth with lips, tongue, and gentle nips. The question of how to get him naked without breaking contact was at the forefront of my mind.
"You're overdressed. We should fix that." There was a time and a place for subtle. This wasn't it.
Loki
"Yes..." Definitely a plea this time, Loki gave up the absolutely dizzying feel of Tony moving beneath his hands to tug at his own clothing. Considering their haste and the fact that one of them was blind, they managed quite handily to facilitate the removal of it all with impressive speed.
Self conscious for a moment, knowing he could be seen but could never gain the same leverage, Loki grasped even more desperately, wanting to fill his senses with this man. The wanting had been verging on painful, the emotion behind it verging on terrifying. The prince might not be able to voice that feeling, not yet, but he could voice this.
"Ah fuck, Tony, yes," he groaned as their bodies pressed back together, his own eager erection pinned between their bellies with delicious friction every time either of them moved. "I want- oh gods, I want you. I do. Please. I need."
Tony
He was beautiful. There was no other way to express it. And his pleas made me ache for him, but I prided myself on being a thorough lover. And I didn't want to rush this.
My hand drops between us, ghosting over his tip before stroking him in long, slow motions. I roll my hips, working his legs apart with my thighs, rolling my body against his. "You're beautiful."
I nip at his neck, releasing his length to trace down his shaft, holding his balls in my hand. "You have me."
Loki
"You feel so good, ahhhhgods... Tony, I - fuckkkk," he was reduced to incoherence with simple proximity, simple touch, but it felt like so much more now. Not like a debt owed a caretaker but like a gift to share with one who had demonstrated that care unfailingly. "Please, I want- I want you all over me. I want you inside me, every way possible. I want there to be nothing left but you."
His words were passionate, almost poetic in their fervor. "Overwhelm me. Make me yours. Make me focus and work and learn. Tony, I need this. I need YOU ."
Tony
I ached. There was no other way to put it. He wanted. He was very specific. I could do all of that. And so much more.
"Yes." It's a growl, a promise, permission and acceptance. I pull back, just far enough to be off of him. "Roll over for me."
The coffee table has drawers. Top drawer has lube. Playboy. Always prepared. Better than any Boy Scout.
Loki
He had to be careful on the couch, but Loki managed to flip himself over with a modicum of grace. Once he was over, though, the true dilemma set in. Did he lie back down? Stay on all fours and waggle his hips provocatively? Loki settled on the latter because he could not make certain he wouldn't be humping the couch with any slight contact, as worked up as he was already.
Tony
Holy shit, he was beautiful. I grip the perfect globes of his ass in my hands, massaging, spreading him so I can see him. God, it would be so easy to just mount him, but he said he wanted me inside him in every way. I had the slick, but first..
I lean in, letting my breath blow warm across his skin so that he knew exactly where I was and what I was intending. I bite playfully at the perfect mounds of flesh before trailing the tip of my tongue in the crevice that parted them. I flutter it around his opening before leaning in and kissing his hole, sucking at it, tongue pressing against him.
Loki
There was a certain freedom in blindness. Without sight of your own, you could forget that others were seeing you. You could act in ways that might otherwise be shameful. It was oddly liberating, not that Loki was ever going to be grateful for it, but he at least could realize it wasn't all bad. This was one of those moments, when otherwise his pride might have gotten ahold of him and stopped him, but now, now it somehow wasn't an issue that he whined and gasped, lurching back into the touch with an eagerness unbecoming a prince.
He wasn't that prince any longer. He was just Loki. And right now, there was just this moment, with Tony's hot mouth on him, tongue prodding and stroking until Loki thought his legs might give out. His arms did and he moaned out his approval into the cushions of the couch, eyes closed and hair fanning out around him like a dark halo.
Tony
I smile against him as he moans, as his arms give out. I lathe him with my tongue, sucking and licking, exploring him as deeply as I could delve. I could feel my dick leaking precum from just this, and that pulls me back. I stroke myself, slicking my fingers.
"This might be cold," is all the warning I give him as I paint his quivering hole with the lube before working a finger inside him to prod and wiggle against the sensitive gland. I pump it in and out a few times before slowly adding a second.
"Do you like this?" Because I wanted to know. If he didn't, I'd do something else.
Loki
The answer was a drawn out moan and incoherent nodding before Loki got ahold of some words to actually speak. "Yes! Fuck, Tony, ah!" Loki bucked back and squirmed on the fingers inside him. His hands clutched at the fabric of the couch in fistfuls, leverage for his insistent arching. Muscles corded and shaking, he panted against the cushion, face flushed and curls stuck to his temple.
"Can you not tell you are driving me wild? Please... do not stop."
Tony
I press against him, kissing and biting across his ribs, his back. I work my mouth down to the flushed cheeks of his ass and I lip across the skin there. "I have no intention of stopping. Unless you ask." Promise. Sincerely made.
I pump my fingers as I bite his skin, licking and kissing over ever one, until my mouth meets my fingers. I twist my fingers, turning my wrist down so that I can work the tip of my tongue around his opening again as I press against the swollen and tender spot inside him.
Loki
Perhaps caterwauling wasn't a kind definition of what Loki was doing, but it wasn't inaccurate. Already, Tony's fingers had felt amazing, drawing whines and moans from the Prince in a steady stream. But when his tongue rejoined the action, the noise escalated to a nearly feverish pitch. Broken words tumbled out, nonsense and pleading, as Loki began to tremble in earnest. He'd never felt anything like this and had a moment of utter disbelief at how good it felt. This mortal was skillfully taking him apart in ways he did not even know were possible.
"NnnghhhTonyagghfuckohgodsyesssss."
Tony
"Cum for me, Loki, and I'll fuck you." A promise, breathed against his twitching and tightening hole, and then I delve my tongue back inside him, fingers no longer pumping. Instead, I rock them, pressing and curling, just so, bent to drive him crazy.
I reach under him, rolling his balls in my hand as I work. They're high and tight, telling me of his arousal just as assuredly as his voice and the tremble inside him. I stroke down, working his shaft and rolling over his tip, paying his wonderfully formed cock as much attention as I am showing his spasming hole.
Loki
"You- ah, Tony! I need-" The need to breath, quite hard, interrupted the words before Loki once again felt the slick press of Tony's tongue inside him. It was so beautifully filthy, so intimate and sensual, such exposure. It made Loki's mind short-circuit in a way wholly unexpected. He wasn't sure who this whining, twisting beast within him was, but he knew who had summoned it. And he wasn't ashamed of it. Freed from the constraints of his old life by horrible circumstance, Loki was just now realizing how much those shackles had contained him.
It only took a couple strokes with those wickedly skilled fingers swirling over his leaking tip before Loki broke. With a couple of rapidly gulped breaths held for long seconds teetering on the edge, the Prince shattered with a helpless, shuddering moan, clawing at the fabric of the couch to anchor his writhing form.
Tony
"That's good, just like that," I encourage as I pump my fingers into him. Watching him writhe and knowing that I was the cause was a heady, wonderful thing.
I stroke across his slit as he cums and then I pull away, slicking myself, pushing the tip of my cock against his fluttering hole.
Just the heat and the clenching of his body was enough to make me moan. I grip his hips, rolling mine forward. I work the tip of my cock inside him, riding him as he climaxes, rocking shallow so he gets the feel of me.
Loki
Greed drove him too hard to resist. Lost in the throes of surprising passion, Loki nearly threw himself back onto Tony's dick. He wanted it. All of it. He wanted filled and owned and claimed. He wanted broken and ridden. He wanted to sob with the exultant joy of release, not just physical, but emotional as well. He could get addicted to this.
"Don't stop, TonyTonyplease!" A twist of his hips and he nearly had himself impaled. "Fuck ah fuckkkkk fuck me!" Instead of abating, this climax just felt like it kept surging higher.
Tony
"As you wish," growls out of me, want driving my hips into his greedy hole. I steady myself with my grip on his hips, sinking myself to the hilt inside him. He twists and rocks, effectively fucking himself for a moment before I regain control by simply holding still. It is a good reminder that even though I might seem to be calling the shots, he is absolutely in control here.
I stroke my hands up and down his flanks, getting myself centered before I take up my grip again, holding him tightly. I roll my hips back, dragging my cock out to the underside of my crown before sinking back inside him. He tightens and clenches around me and I groan.
I roll again, before setting up a hard, fast rhythm. I pound into him, fucking him as he demands, moaning as the pressure builds inside me. "Do you want me to pull out when I'm close?" Because it's just bad manners to cum inside someone without asking.
Loki
Loki whined and trembled, just the thought of Tony cumming in him sending a shiver of delight through the Prince. He wanted this, wanted in this moment to be owned and claimed, marked as something worthwhile and valuable.
"Don't stop, please," Loki panted, voice stuttering with the power of each deep thrust. Already he could feel another crest building, raging higher than he'd known he could even go. It felt like he might shake apart or implode, loud cries of Tony's name pounded out of him in a rising crescendo.
In the darkness that was now Loki's world, Tony made fireworks.
Tony
That was actually what I wanted to hear. I lean in, dropping a kiss on his spine as I wrap my arm around his waist. One arm braces him as I pick up the pace, fucking him hard, the sound of our bodies slapping together punctuated by the him loudly calling my name.
The other hand drops down to wrap around his length. I pause the rocking of my hips to move my hand over him in long, firm strokes. Fast strokes, punctuated with my thumb rolling over his tip before I bounce my hips against him. Slowly, for a few pumps, and then fast and hard again.
Little pinpricks of light bounce on the backs of my eyes as my hips try to buck wildly. I can feel myself building to my peak, but I don't want to crest alone. I press into him, deeply, rocking my hips, trying to delve deeper. "Cum with me, Loki."
Loki
"Nnnghh..." Words seemed beyond Loki now, even his previous cries strangled beneath this new onslaught. So full, held firmly in Stark's embrace, the alternating rhythm within and without drove him to quaking violently. It ripped sounds that were nearly sobs of pleasure from the Asgardian.
"Please, please pleaseplease..." He wasn't sure what he was pleading for but he needed it badly. A few more stuttering strokes coupled with the deep press of Tony's cock inside him, and then suddenly Loki knew. He exploded with a gasped shriek, body bucking like a horse trying to throw a rider, only that was the last thing Loki wanted. He wanted this, he wanted more. He wanted to be Tony's.
Tony
His reactions only serve to heighten my desire. I rock, feeling him spasm around me, knowing that I'm going to lose my mind as the shaking starts. He screams, and tenses around me as his body writhes and bucks with his release.
Taking that cue, brightness blinds me, ecstasy gripping me as strongly as Loki, and I call out with him, a deep, rumbling sound as I cum, holding him to him.
My hand tightens around his cock for a moment before it starts to move again, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of this for him. I wanted him to want this. To want me. To crave contact like this. I wanted him to be mine.
And, by extension, for me to be his.
Loki
He wished he could see Tony's face, memorize his pleasure and capture the mortal's desire. Such things never lasted. Loki wanted to preserve them for the inevitable future loss. It was possible to remain in the moment and Loki took all he could.
"Tony, Tony oh fuck, fuck yes," Loki groaned as he felt the heat and burst of liquid within him. It was his first experience with such a thing and it had surprised him how much he wanted it. In Asgard, such a thing would be shameful, unmanly. Loki cared about none of that anymore. They had hidden this from him, denied him for the last time.
As their frantic movement slowed, Loki sank down, shaking and shivering with aftershocks. Stark remained buried within him and Loki would not have it any other way.
The humidity of the room probably should have been a clue, but Loki was off in his head, as he so often was these days. Jarvis and the Locational Orientation Kinesthetic Interface, or LOKI system, guided him without regard to privacy or convention, and since he'd been moved onto Tony's residential floor with him, the Asgardian had learned his way around fairly well. Which was why it didn't faze him to wander into Tony's gym looking for him. He could have asked the Tower AI where the genius was, but it was a bit of a game Loki played with himself to detect things using his senses. He was so focused on listening for sounds of exertion that the entrance to the locker rooms didn't even register.
"Stark?" Loki's voice echoed oddly in the tiled interior, distorting the sound to his ears.
Tony
I had my head under the hot spray of water when I heard my name. I was under the impression that Loki didn't like the heat, so for him to be coming into the shower must mean that something was wrong. The water gets turned off immediately and I exit the shower, forgoing the towel. He was blind. And emergency trumped what little modesty that I might have.
"Loki?" A quick once over said that he was in tact. So why was he in the shower? I reach out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist, mostly to catch the water running in rivulets down my body. If I was walking him anywhere, I didn't need puddles. No slipping blind godlings. It wasn't dignified.
I move closer, reaching out and touching the back of my hand to his fingertips. "I'm here."
Loki
"I-" The dampness registered, the scent of soap. Whatever had been in his head before was rinsed right out with the realization of where he was and what Tony had just been doing.
He clasped the genius' hand, slipping fingers over the droplets still on the inside of his wrist. "You smell good," he bumbled, trying to keep his hand from wandering further.
"I was distracted. I did not mean to interrupt.... are you naked?"
Tony
Well well. Flustered Loki was incredibly attractive. I feel myself stir slightly, and shift, fighting the urge.
"Yes, I am. Well. I have a towel, but, for all intense and purposes..." He thought I smelled good? Well. Excellent.
"Do we need to move somewhere not so hot? Are you uncomfortable in here?" Preferably somewhere without tile, though I was perfectly willing and wanting to touch and be touched anywhere. I wasn't accustomed to trying to behave. Especially when I really rather didn't want to.
Loki
The battle with his wandering hand was lost as Loki traced up the sinew of the man's arm, finding more droplets. He licked his lips, immediately thirsting for them. He should have pulled away, shouldn't have been invading Stark's privacy like this, but the deed was already done and the draw too strong.
He took a step closer, bodies nearly touching. "It's just a reflex," Loki explained. "The heat doesn't actually bother me anymore. It is just difficult to unlearn a thousand years of habit sometimes."
His tongue darted over his lips again. "I would not be opposed to somewhere more comfortable, however."
He knew some of the slang, he understood the entendre.
Tony
Watching his tongue made my desire even harder to control. I swallowed, hard, voice thickening as well. "Good to know. I very much want you to be comfortable."
My mind raced. The bedrooms were too far, and I didn't want to wait. Jarvis would have the doors locked. Protocols about me being naked and the elevator shutting down. Safety feature.
The den would do.
I tug his fingers, bringing his hand up to brush the tips of them with my lips. "This way." I guide him out of the gym, and down the short hall into the smaller, recessed room. The furniture was plush and comfortable, and, without the lights up, it was perpetual twilight inside.
I stop us just inside the door. "There are two recliners about 6 paces to your left and a couch 8 steps to the right. Coffee table in the middle." I would let him decide where we went.
Loki
"Put me on the couch." Not guide me. Not show me. PUT ME. Loki's voice shook a bit as he said it, knowing he was revealing himself more than he ever had before. To signify the strength of his intent, the prince groped his way up to find Tony's mouth then pressed his own to it in a hard kiss.
Tony
Put him on the couch. I would absolutely do that. Hands drop to his hips, mouth covering his hungrily now that intentions were known, I guide him to the couch.
I feel the backs of his legs hit it, and help direct the fall so that he lands on the couch and I am over him, pressing down with the weight of my, mouth never leaving his.
Loki
For a moment, he was falling, just a moment of nervousness, but with Tony's lips never leaving his, it was difficult to worry about anything at all. He tasted like toothpaste, smelled like oranges, and felt like welcome.
Both hands free to roam now, Loki quickly located the towel the other man had mentioned and removed it with a gentle tug. Hands already low, they just slipped naturally to cup the hard curve of Stark's ass as he moved above the prince. Loki couldn't even manage to be ashamed of the wanton moan that he let loose into Tony's mouth, encouragement and pleading.
Tony
I groan as his hands stroke down my body, rolling my hips into his. His hands cupping me are warm and wonderful and I want more of him. All of him.
Supporting my weight on my arms, I undulate against him, exploring his mouth with lips, tongue, and gentle nips. The question of how to get him naked without breaking contact was at the forefront of my mind.
"You're overdressed. We should fix that." There was a time and a place for subtle. This wasn't it.
Loki
"Yes..." Definitely a plea this time, Loki gave up the absolutely dizzying feel of Tony moving beneath his hands to tug at his own clothing. Considering their haste and the fact that one of them was blind, they managed quite handily to facilitate the removal of it all with impressive speed.
Self conscious for a moment, knowing he could be seen but could never gain the same leverage, Loki grasped even more desperately, wanting to fill his senses with this man. The wanting had been verging on painful, the emotion behind it verging on terrifying. The prince might not be able to voice that feeling, not yet, but he could voice this.
"Ah fuck, Tony, yes," he groaned as their bodies pressed back together, his own eager erection pinned between their bellies with delicious friction every time either of them moved. "I want- oh gods, I want you. I do. Please. I need."
Tony
He was beautiful. There was no other way to express it. And his pleas made me ache for him, but I prided myself on being a thorough lover. And I didn't want to rush this.
My hand drops between us, ghosting over his tip before stroking him in long, slow motions. I roll my hips, working his legs apart with my thighs, rolling my body against his. "You're beautiful."
I nip at his neck, releasing his length to trace down his shaft, holding his balls in my hand. "You have me."
Loki
"You feel so good, ahhhhgods... Tony, I - fuckkkk," he was reduced to incoherence with simple proximity, simple touch, but it felt like so much more now. Not like a debt owed a caretaker but like a gift to share with one who had demonstrated that care unfailingly. "Please, I want- I want you all over me. I want you inside me, every way possible. I want there to be nothing left but you."
His words were passionate, almost poetic in their fervor. "Overwhelm me. Make me yours. Make me focus and work and learn. Tony, I need this. I need YOU ."
Tony
I ached. There was no other way to put it. He wanted. He was very specific. I could do all of that. And so much more.
"Yes." It's a growl, a promise, permission and acceptance. I pull back, just far enough to be off of him. "Roll over for me."
The coffee table has drawers. Top drawer has lube. Playboy. Always prepared. Better than any Boy Scout.
Loki
He had to be careful on the couch, but Loki managed to flip himself over with a modicum of grace. Once he was over, though, the true dilemma set in. Did he lie back down? Stay on all fours and waggle his hips provocatively? Loki settled on the latter because he could not make certain he wouldn't be humping the couch with any slight contact, as worked up as he was already.
Tony
Holy shit, he was beautiful. I grip the perfect globes of his ass in my hands, massaging, spreading him so I can see him. God, it would be so easy to just mount him, but he said he wanted me inside him in every way. I had the slick, but first..
I lean in, letting my breath blow warm across his skin so that he knew exactly where I was and what I was intending. I bite playfully at the perfect mounds of flesh before trailing the tip of my tongue in the crevice that parted them. I flutter it around his opening before leaning in and kissing his hole, sucking at it, tongue pressing against him.
Loki
There was a certain freedom in blindness. Without sight of your own, you could forget that others were seeing you. You could act in ways that might otherwise be shameful. It was oddly liberating, not that Loki was ever going to be grateful for it, but he at least could realize it wasn't all bad. This was one of those moments, when otherwise his pride might have gotten ahold of him and stopped him, but now, now it somehow wasn't an issue that he whined and gasped, lurching back into the touch with an eagerness unbecoming a prince.
He wasn't that prince any longer. He was just Loki. And right now, there was just this moment, with Tony's hot mouth on him, tongue prodding and stroking until Loki thought his legs might give out. His arms did and he moaned out his approval into the cushions of the couch, eyes closed and hair fanning out around him like a dark halo.
Tony
I smile against him as he moans, as his arms give out. I lathe him with my tongue, sucking and licking, exploring him as deeply as I could delve. I could feel my dick leaking precum from just this, and that pulls me back. I stroke myself, slicking my fingers.
"This might be cold," is all the warning I give him as I paint his quivering hole with the lube before working a finger inside him to prod and wiggle against the sensitive gland. I pump it in and out a few times before slowly adding a second.
"Do you like this?" Because I wanted to know. If he didn't, I'd do something else.
Loki
The answer was a drawn out moan and incoherent nodding before Loki got ahold of some words to actually speak. "Yes! Fuck, Tony, ah!" Loki bucked back and squirmed on the fingers inside him. His hands clutched at the fabric of the couch in fistfuls, leverage for his insistent arching. Muscles corded and shaking, he panted against the cushion, face flushed and curls stuck to his temple.
"Can you not tell you are driving me wild? Please... do not stop."
Tony
I press against him, kissing and biting across his ribs, his back. I work my mouth down to the flushed cheeks of his ass and I lip across the skin there. "I have no intention of stopping. Unless you ask." Promise. Sincerely made.
I pump my fingers as I bite his skin, licking and kissing over ever one, until my mouth meets my fingers. I twist my fingers, turning my wrist down so that I can work the tip of my tongue around his opening again as I press against the swollen and tender spot inside him.
Loki
Perhaps caterwauling wasn't a kind definition of what Loki was doing, but it wasn't inaccurate. Already, Tony's fingers had felt amazing, drawing whines and moans from the Prince in a steady stream. But when his tongue rejoined the action, the noise escalated to a nearly feverish pitch. Broken words tumbled out, nonsense and pleading, as Loki began to tremble in earnest. He'd never felt anything like this and had a moment of utter disbelief at how good it felt. This mortal was skillfully taking him apart in ways he did not even know were possible.
"NnnghhhTonyagghfuckohgodsyesssss."
Tony
"Cum for me, Loki, and I'll fuck you." A promise, breathed against his twitching and tightening hole, and then I delve my tongue back inside him, fingers no longer pumping. Instead, I rock them, pressing and curling, just so, bent to drive him crazy.
I reach under him, rolling his balls in my hand as I work. They're high and tight, telling me of his arousal just as assuredly as his voice and the tremble inside him. I stroke down, working his shaft and rolling over his tip, paying his wonderfully formed cock as much attention as I am showing his spasming hole.
Loki
"You- ah, Tony! I need-" The need to breath, quite hard, interrupted the words before Loki once again felt the slick press of Tony's tongue inside him. It was so beautifully filthy, so intimate and sensual, such exposure. It made Loki's mind short-circuit in a way wholly unexpected. He wasn't sure who this whining, twisting beast within him was, but he knew who had summoned it. And he wasn't ashamed of it. Freed from the constraints of his old life by horrible circumstance, Loki was just now realizing how much those shackles had contained him.
It only took a couple strokes with those wickedly skilled fingers swirling over his leaking tip before Loki broke. With a couple of rapidly gulped breaths held for long seconds teetering on the edge, the Prince shattered with a helpless, shuddering moan, clawing at the fabric of the couch to anchor his writhing form.
Tony
"That's good, just like that," I encourage as I pump my fingers into him. Watching him writhe and knowing that I was the cause was a heady, wonderful thing.
I stroke across his slit as he cums and then I pull away, slicking myself, pushing the tip of my cock against his fluttering hole.
Just the heat and the clenching of his body was enough to make me moan. I grip his hips, rolling mine forward. I work the tip of my cock inside him, riding him as he climaxes, rocking shallow so he gets the feel of me.
Loki
Greed drove him too hard to resist. Lost in the throes of surprising passion, Loki nearly threw himself back onto Tony's dick. He wanted it. All of it. He wanted filled and owned and claimed. He wanted broken and ridden. He wanted to sob with the exultant joy of release, not just physical, but emotional as well. He could get addicted to this.
"Don't stop, TonyTonyplease!" A twist of his hips and he nearly had himself impaled. "Fuck ah fuckkkkk fuck me!" Instead of abating, this climax just felt like it kept surging higher.
Tony
"As you wish," growls out of me, want driving my hips into his greedy hole. I steady myself with my grip on his hips, sinking myself to the hilt inside him. He twists and rocks, effectively fucking himself for a moment before I regain control by simply holding still. It is a good reminder that even though I might seem to be calling the shots, he is absolutely in control here.
I stroke my hands up and down his flanks, getting myself centered before I take up my grip again, holding him tightly. I roll my hips back, dragging my cock out to the underside of my crown before sinking back inside him. He tightens and clenches around me and I groan.
I roll again, before setting up a hard, fast rhythm. I pound into him, fucking him as he demands, moaning as the pressure builds inside me. "Do you want me to pull out when I'm close?" Because it's just bad manners to cum inside someone without asking.
Loki
Loki whined and trembled, just the thought of Tony cumming in him sending a shiver of delight through the Prince. He wanted this, wanted in this moment to be owned and claimed, marked as something worthwhile and valuable.
"Don't stop, please," Loki panted, voice stuttering with the power of each deep thrust. Already he could feel another crest building, raging higher than he'd known he could even go. It felt like he might shake apart or implode, loud cries of Tony's name pounded out of him in a rising crescendo.
In the darkness that was now Loki's world, Tony made fireworks.
Tony
That was actually what I wanted to hear. I lean in, dropping a kiss on his spine as I wrap my arm around his waist. One arm braces him as I pick up the pace, fucking him hard, the sound of our bodies slapping together punctuated by the him loudly calling my name.
The other hand drops down to wrap around his length. I pause the rocking of my hips to move my hand over him in long, firm strokes. Fast strokes, punctuated with my thumb rolling over his tip before I bounce my hips against him. Slowly, for a few pumps, and then fast and hard again.
Little pinpricks of light bounce on the backs of my eyes as my hips try to buck wildly. I can feel myself building to my peak, but I don't want to crest alone. I press into him, deeply, rocking my hips, trying to delve deeper. "Cum with me, Loki."
Loki
"Nnnghh..." Words seemed beyond Loki now, even his previous cries strangled beneath this new onslaught. So full, held firmly in Stark's embrace, the alternating rhythm within and without drove him to quaking violently. It ripped sounds that were nearly sobs of pleasure from the Asgardian.
"Please, please pleaseplease..." He wasn't sure what he was pleading for but he needed it badly. A few more stuttering strokes coupled with the deep press of Tony's cock inside him, and then suddenly Loki knew. He exploded with a gasped shriek, body bucking like a horse trying to throw a rider, only that was the last thing Loki wanted. He wanted this, he wanted more. He wanted to be Tony's.
Tony
His reactions only serve to heighten my desire. I rock, feeling him spasm around me, knowing that I'm going to lose my mind as the shaking starts. He screams, and tenses around me as his body writhes and bucks with his release.
Taking that cue, brightness blinds me, ecstasy gripping me as strongly as Loki, and I call out with him, a deep, rumbling sound as I cum, holding him to him.
My hand tightens around his cock for a moment before it starts to move again, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of this for him. I wanted him to want this. To want me. To crave contact like this. I wanted him to be mine.
And, by extension, for me to be his.
Loki
He wished he could see Tony's face, memorize his pleasure and capture the mortal's desire. Such things never lasted. Loki wanted to preserve them for the inevitable future loss. It was possible to remain in the moment and Loki took all he could.
"Tony, Tony oh fuck, fuck yes," Loki groaned as he felt the heat and burst of liquid within him. It was his first experience with such a thing and it had surprised him how much he wanted it. In Asgard, such a thing would be shameful, unmanly. Loki cared about none of that anymore. They had hidden this from him, denied him for the last time.
As their frantic movement slowed, Loki sank down, shaking and shivering with aftershocks. Stark remained buried within him and Loki would not have it any other way.