For a few minutes Peter just sat there, stunned. What in the world had just happened? Loki was such a tease, it was unbelievable. Peter didn't even know what to do. For starters, he was going to go find some private place to take care of his problem. But after that… He decided if Loki wanted to play games, maybe he would too.
The next day, Tony was still out of town. Again, Peter had nothing to do. It was perfect. He threw on a tank top and some very short shorts and walked around the compound. It would get Loki's attention for sure. He got a few strange looks thrown his way, mainly from Steve and Bucky, which was understandable. They came from a different time. Men didn't wear stuff like that back then. Hell, women didn't even wear shorts like this back then. It was a miracle they were as accepting as they were, given how they were raised. It was nice that they just rolled with what society threw at them, and kept their mouths shut about things they didn't understand.
It had been a long, painful process, but Tony and Bucky were even on speaking terms now. Most of the fighting had been shielded from Peter, as usual. But eventually they settled their differences. Sure Bucky did kill Tony's parents, but it wasn't really Bucky doing it. How could anyone expect Tony to stay mad forever? He and Steve were really good friends, Steve and Bucky were really good friends, so Tony and Bucky made it work.
When Peter finally made it back around to the living room, he headed in. Originally he had been planning on heading to the gym for a work out, but the lure of Loki pushed that out of his head pretty fast. The living room was empty, but he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. This time he laid down on the couch, letting one leg hang over the edge onto the floor. Normally, this wouldn't have been so provocative looking, but the shorts he had on were extremely tight, and by spreading his legs just a little wider than he normally would, everything was on display. Perfect.
As a finishing touch, he grabbed one of the magazines someone kept by the couch. He'd never seen anyone reading them, but they'd been there as long as he had. Occasionally they got swapped out or someone added a new one. He couldn't imagine they belonged to Tony. Luckily the first one he grabbed was National Geographic and not Cosmo or something like that.
He felt Loki's eyes on him before he saw him, but Peter still just laid there flipping through the magazine. It helped that he hadn't read this one before and he was actually interested in the article that he had opened up to. Peter half expected his heart to beat right out of his chest with how hard he felt it beating. A long forgotten feeling of the predator/prey dynamic stirred within him. It was exhilarating.
Loki was so quiet that Peter wondered if he had walked across the room or simply just poofed himself over. Whatever the case, he now noticed a figure standing by the couch. It took all he had to keep his eyes trained on the magazine in front of him, but he was sure his blush gave him away. No matter how much Peter wanted something to happen, he wasn't about to make the first move.
"You're in my spot." Loki's voice was cool, calm, and collected. The exact opposite of what Peter felt. Instead of saying anything or sitting up, Peter did nothing. By now his heart was pumping into overdrive. Loki moved closer. "Move, Boy."
Peter's breathing was coming in shallow little pants. He didn't like being called Boy, but the way Loki said it made him weak at the knees. Still, he held his ground.
"You'll have to make me." Peter's voice was quiet, timid. It was the first time he had actually said anything to Loki at all, and he sounded every bit of the boy Loki had called him. Peter refused to look up from his magazine.
"What a bad Boy. Cant even listen to directions." But before Peter could reply he felt cold hands on his thighs, making him gasp with pleasure. Loki had pushed both of Peters legs onto the ground, forcing him to sit up straight. "Guess I'll have to teach you some obedience."
Peter could see the unspoken question in Loki's eyes. This was all a game, and Loki was asking permission to take it to the next level. Peter gave him a nod, so small that he wasn't even sure if Loki saw it or not. But in a flash Loki was manhandling Peter down across his lap. Peter knew Thor had been strong, but he didn't realize Loki was too. It was sexy. He felt himself getting hard, and he knew Loki could too. After all his cock was planted across one of Loki's thighs.
Loki shoved Peters face down onto the couch, gently pulling his hair while he was at it. He felt one of Loki's hands trace up his bare thigh. When he got to the hem of the shorts he stopped, tracing the line before letting his fingertips brush just underneath. Peter wasn't sure if he was trying to rut himself onto Loki's thigh or push himself backwards into Loki's hand. Maybe both, they both felt so good. An undignified squeak passed his lips as a firm hand struck his ass.
"Now, now. Be a good boy. I'm in charge, not you." Loki's voice changed. It was dark and commanding. Peter was sure he could get off to that voice alone. He let out another undignified noise as the hand made contact with his other cheek. "And be quiet. I didn't give you permission to make noise."
Peter was harder than he'd ever been in his life. He never knew he would like spanking, but now he didn't know how he could go without it ever again. With each slap, he held in a groan and restrained himself from grinding against Loki. At some point, he bit nearly through the soft flesh of his lower lip, making it bleed, but he didn't stop. That pain only added to the pleasure he was feeling.
Every few slaps were interrupted by strokes and pets to his thighs. Peter needed to cum. He was so hard it hurt, and he was trying so hard not to rut himself against Loki's thigh. The pressure was just building up to uncomfortable levels. After he lost track of how many slaps he had received, Loki finally stopped. Peter wanted to beg him to keep going, but he was also hoping he was going to get something better. If Loki got up and walked out again like before, Peter might just throw himself from one of the windows in the room.
"Are you bleeding?" Peter could heard the concern in Loki's voice as the man looked at his bloody lip planted firmly between Peters teeth. He helped Peter sit up, making him straddle Loki. He was on his knees now, but with the pain from the spanking across his ass and down his thighs, it was a painful position. Peter wouldn't change it for the world. "Such a good Boy. Doing whatever it takes to follow the rules. You deserve a reward."
Peter couldn't help but moan as Loki pulled down the tight shorts, grasping firmly onto the cock trapped inside. This time Loki didn't tell him to keep quiet, so Peter didn't. He was surprised no one came rushing in to see what all the noise was. But at the moment, Aunt May could waltz in the room herself and Peter wouldn't care. Loki was like a dream come true.
One of Loki's hand stroked Peter while the other switched between rubbing gently along the reddened skin of his thigh and squeezing his ass. Peter desperately wanted to make it last, but he just couldn't. It was over embarrassingly fast, but he didn't care. He was so worn out from it, he just let his head fall forward onto Loki's shoulder.
Peter opened his eyes and realized he was in bed. At first he thought he dreamed it all, but when he went to sit up, pain flared across his backside. He was still in his short shorts and tank top. A quick uncomfortable bend to check out the skin revealed a few bruises sticking out from under the shorts. Normally, he would be horrified. Now, he just let his fingers trail over the sore, slightly bruised skin, feeling happier than he had in a long time.
The thought of what they had done was exciting enough, but the realization that Loki must've put him to bed nearly knocked the breath out of him. It was probably one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for him, whether Loki realized it or not. Peter could feel himself falling head over heels for Loki and he made absolutely no effort to stop it. He had gotten a taste of something amazing and he wasn't about to let it go.
