If there's one thing that Tony has never been self-conscious about before it's, well, everything. Yet being fuck buddies with Loki has challenged his confidence at nearly every turn. However Tony, on top of being perfect, is also competitive and takes each challenge in stride.

This time Loki is smirking, chin lifted away from where Tony had been trying to kiss him senseless. He's never been irritated about his height of all things but this is somewhere around the tenth time that Loki has played this game and he's a little sick of marking up Loki's neck, clavicle, and shoulders in retaliation because he can reach those just fine.

They don't have time today, when do they ever, but today Tony was supposed to be in a meeting five minutes ago and if Loki isn't pulling his punches than Tony decides that he can do the same.

Tony bites at Loki's throat angrily, probably leaving a good mark in his wake, before slamming down to his knees unflinchingly, "Fine, you don't wanna kiss, there's somewhere else you appreciate my mouth."

A laugh escapes from Loki's mouth and he looks down to where Tony is getting to work. "And just how is this helping your poi-"

Everyone knows that Tony has a mouth on him, always quick with a snarky remark or witty retort, but, as Loki soon finds out, he certainly knows how to use it for other purposes too. Tony looks angry, glaring up at Loki as he goes to work, but his mouth acts otherwise and there's a telltale quirk of his lips.

It's not long before Loki snaps out of the surprised trance his lover has put him in and decides that it's time he took back some form of control. Placing a hand on the back of Tony's head he starts turning the situation around, Tony, quite willingly, opening wide and letting Loki gag him or moving as fast or slow as he'd like.

Unsurprisingly it doesn't last very long, none of their sessions ever seem to, but this one feels faster than the rest. Loki spends himself a moment later, and Tony smugly cleans him up before Loki is hauling him to his feet, pressing him against the wall and kissing him as roughly as he can.

There's biting and nipping and bruising pressure as Loki aggressively grabs at Tony, pulling him out of his boxers and jerking him off. The wreaked sounds that Tony keeps making has Loki abandoning his mouth and focusing instead of leaving hickeys along his pale skin instead. There's not a pattern or purpose he's going for but when he pulls back they're everywhere not that Tony seems to mind in his current state.

"Fuck you," Tony moans out between bright, swollen, pink lips as he comes, all but panting against the wall and ineffectively glaring at the man before him.

Shrugging Loki says, "already did." And allows Tony to haul him in for one last kiss before he begins to collect his clothing.

Tony's phone is all but breaking down as it spasms with another phone call from Pepper and, like any sane person, he ignores it and grabs at his shirt instead.

There's a lack of fanfare as the two part ways, there always is, but this time it feels pointed, almost intentional. They wave casually as they march back into their normal lives; Tony has his meeting to attend and Loki has things to do that he'd 'rather not discuss'.

Still, if there's one thing that Tony has never been self-conscious about before it's his height and today is no exception. Yet, after today's events, mere minutes ago, he walks into his board meeting, shirt not quite done up properly, Pepper doing a perfect job at being horrified at the red marks that will -by tomorrow- be dark bruises, and perfectly proud of his height and displaying the marks of the challenge he won today.

A/N: Sorry, my hand slipped and it happened again. This is surprisingly less PG than my stuff usually is so…well…that's a thing… Sorry it's awful… D:

Also not posted on my usual day because this is so unusual and not part of my promise to keep up with posting as many times as Sable for the rest of this week~

-Reiver