Request from a friend on tumblr. Sorry it's short. Yet I always loved my prologues short~

Oh, and if you're going to have problem with Stark having a fetish for heartbeats then I advise leaving.


He had forgotten when his sudden fetish; love; kink for heartbeats had started. He didn't even know how it even emerged in the first place. Just to one day, wake up after having a sensual dream of a certain god and him writhing, moaning, screaming, his heartbeat… That melodic, addicting rhyme that made him want to—

No. He had to focus. The man of iron continues to work on one of his numerous amount of projects in his garage. But by the time he had abruptly overexerted himself to sleep on his desk, a new fantasy clouds his mind with that one thing that had him intoxicated.

Another cry raised from the god's throat as the other rammed into his prostate harshly, the discomforting yet pleasuring feeling of the arc reactor scratching his back, enough to leave scrapes and small cuts. The Asgardian's heart was racing rapidly as his moans and cries gradually went louder before being greeted by screams.

Stroking the god's erected member in time with his own thrusts; skin slamming against skin. He wanted to break him. To make him fall, just for his heartbeat. The one thing that kept him coming back to more though he despised him.

He heard a scream followed by his name from the other and he was close to climaxing. Just a few more—

His eyes snap wide open as he gasped for air, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He needed the god. To hear the trickster's heartbeat. If he didn't, he couldn't bring himself to ever continuing living as if it were nothing. It was an addiction he could never simply turn away from.


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