Well. First off, I just want to say I AM SO SORRY, YOU GUYS.
I have spoiled you all with my quick updates and I made you wait two whole weeks. Sorry :(
With Christmas, my mom on vacation, and New Year's I didnt have a lot of time to write. And the time I did have I wasnt writing because I had the worst case of writer's block. Remember I said I couldn't figure out where to take the story? Well, I couldn't figure out where to take THIS CHAPTER. That's how bad it was.
BUT! The good news is, while watching The Hobbit for a second time, I figured out an ending for this story AND how to get there. ((Don't ask how/why The Hobbit inspired it. IDEK, but don't worry. Loki nor Tony will be going on an adventure to slay a dragon with a wild group of dwarfs))
I have plotted the story out so we'll see where it goes when I actually sit down to watch it. School has started up for me again and that usually spurs on the brain too (I think about FrostIron when I should be studying, lol).
So to make up for my absence I give you an extra long chapter (it was 15 pages in MS Word) with a nice healthy dose of FrostIron. ;)
XOXO, LL
P.S. I recommend rereading Chap 6...cuz it picks up right where it left off.
P.P.S. IlostTime - you are ADORBS for calling me a unicorn. :)
Loki glanced up from a particularly funny descriptive essay about the life of a banana as a slave, and reluctantly rose to answer the knock on his door. He checked the time and mentally crossed his fingers, hoping it wasn't the young woman from down the hall. She had been after him since he moved in and he was running out of reasons to avoid her and her increasingly more aggressive flirting.
His stomach did a happy little somersault when, looking through the peephole, he instead found Tony standing on the other side of his door. He grinned from ear to ear and pulled open the door. "Hello, Anthony."
Loki didn't know what had happened in the next second. Suddenly the breath was knocked out of him and his back was slammed hard against the wall of the small entry way into his apartment. Tony's mouth was on his, his tongue snaking its way past his parted lips, and his hands were bunching up his clingy t-shirt and reaching for the front of his jeans.
Before he could catch his breath, before he could ask what was happening, Tony dropped to his knees in front of him and his pants and underwear were shoved down his legs and had fallen into a pool around his bare feet. And Tony's lips were wrapped around the head of his cock. Loki gasped in surprise and slapped a hand against the door, closing it with a bang, as Tony's lips, teeth, and tongue went to work on him.
Just a moment before, Loki was as calm, relaxed, and soft as he could be. Now his heart raced, his skin was moistening with a thin layer of sweat, and he had grown instantly hard. He fell back against the wall, his fingers sliding into Tony's hair, curling into it tightly, as the flood of sensations swarmed over him.
Tony's hand slithered up Loki's torso, his hand clenching into the t-shirt. Loki's hand had crept over it, clutching it tightly before Tony shook it off and let it snake back down to hold Loki's hip still against the wall.
"Ohh…Anthony…!"
Tony hummed against him and, instinctively, Loki's leg lifted, his thighs clenching together around Tony's head. Tony shoved them apart again, moving Loki's leg over his shoulder. He cupped Loki's ass and massaged it, only exacerbating Loki's moans.
"Anth—Anthony…" He lowered his leg and panted through the assault from Tony's mouth that wouldn't let up for one second. He heard Tony chuckled darkly, vibrating against his sensitive skin and his stomach muscles clenched. Tony wrapped his fingers around Loki's thick cock and started to suck and pump his hand simultaneously, making Loki writhe against the wall and moan and whine.
Loki could feel his climax nearing, his legs begin to tremble, and he distractedly wondered how much longer he would be able to stand. The thought was lost as the upper part of his body leaned forward, his hand curling into the material of Tony's shirt, and he came, hot and fast, into the genius' mouth. Seconds later he started to slide down against the wall, guided by Tony, until he was sitting astride him, his legs and arms circling his waist and shoulders. His body continued to shudder against Tony's as the last of his powerful orgasm rolled through him and Tony continuously, and slowly, stroked him through it, gnawing on his shoulder at the same time. Once Loki finally went limp and slumped against him, Tony turned his face into Loki's neck and kissed and licked his way up the long pale column to his ear.
"I haven't done that in a decade," Tony quipped, prompting Loki to chuckle weakly.
"Well…" He leaned his head back, resting it against the wall, eyeing Tony through half-hooded eyes. He swallowed to ease his dry throat. "You certainly haven't lost your talent for it."
Tony grinned, his hands roaming over Loki's smooth backside under his shirt. He leaned forward and grazed his teeth along Loki's collarbone.
"Don't think me ungrateful," Loki began, his breath still coming in short pants, and thought if Tony kept touching him like that, things were going to escalate in very little time. "But to what do I owe this unexpected surprise?"
Tony raised his head and captured Loki's lips. Loki quickly and easily fell into the kiss, tasting himself on Tony's tongue and hummed appreciatively, drawing him closer. "Just felt like something I needed to do."
Loki's smile was slow and lazy. "Does this mean you've spoken to Pepper?" His smile faltered a little when Tony answered him by burying his face in the crook of his neck again and his hands began to knead into the muscle at the base of his spine and ventured further. "Anthony? Have you?"
Tony groaned and leaned back. "Not yet."
Loki sighed sharply and shoved at Tony's chest so he could crawl out of his lap. Tony reached for him but he managed to slip away as he got to his feet.
"Wait."
Loki pulled on his underwear and pants, fastening them before turning to look down at Tony, who was still sitting on the floor, and pushed his flopping damp black hair out of his face. "Wait? I have waited. I told you to come and see me after you had spoken to her, Anthony. Not seduce me before even dealing with the problem."
"You did not," Tony slid around on the ground so he was fully facing Loki, still on his knees. "You said to come see you when I figured something out." Loki angled his head, raised a brow, and crossed his arms. "Well…I haven't yet but—wait, it's not my fault! She didn't come to work today."
"Another technicality?"
Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That's not fair and extremely petty." Loki had started to walk away and Tony latched onto his wrist before he could leave the entryway. By the weight Loki had felt on his arm, he could tell Tony was now on his feet. "Loki."
Loki stopped but didn't turn to look at him.
"I will talk to her. I can't do anything while she's trying to avoid me, so I don't know when I'll get to talk to her. She's pulling this shit to keep me from seeing you. I know it. But I refuse to let her get away with it."
Loki turned his head now, his green eyes staring down at Tony silently for a moment.
"Please?"
Giving in far too easily to those pleading brown eyes, he sighed softly. "Come inside, then."
Tony breathed a small sigh of relief and grinned to himself when Loki turned away. Good to know his puppy dog eyes still worked on him. He followed Loki through the foyer and, while the taller man slipped into the kitchen, he motioned for Tony to continue into the living room.
"Would you like something to drink?" Loki called out to Tony, his voice muffled from inside the refrigerator.
"Got any whiskey?" he asked with a grin.
Loki gave him an incredulous look over his shoulder. "Sorry, I haven't had the time just yet to stock my bar." Loki's mocking tone made him laugh loudly and Loki glanced back into the open door. "I have beer, if you would like."
"That works," Tony answered almost absently as he wandered to the dining table, littered with small stacks of papers and folders. He picked one up and was scanning it when Loki came up next to him and set a can of beer on the table for him then twisted the cap of off his water.
"Your beer," Loki said softly, and Tony dropped the paper.
"Thanks. Homework?" he asked with a nod toward the table.
Loki was gulping down water like a dying man. "Yes. It's time-consuming work."
Tony popped open the tab and took a long sip. He nodded in approval and held up the can to examine it closer. "Since when do you drink beer?"
"I don't really." He shifted and leaned back against the counter.
Tony brought the can back to his lips. "Then why do you have it?" he asked before taking another swig.
Loki tipped back the water bottle. "It was left over from the other night when I had my date with Thane."
Tony choked on the beer and sprayed it in the direction of the sofa at the mention of the other man's name. "He was here?"
Loki eyed the sofa and other items caught in the spray, and nodded. He went into the kitchen and returned with a kitchen towel to wipe down the sofa and a few pillows.
Tony felt the tiniest sliver of embarrassment and made such a face behind Loki's back. "I could've done that if you'd given it to me," he mumbled.
"You don't like to be handed things, remember?" Loki said quietly as he took the towel back into the kitchen.
Tony's eyes went to the couch and his mind filled with ugly, horrific images of Loki and Thane rolling around on it, breathing heavy and touching each other. He noticed Loki had returned and set the beer down on the table. "Look, I don't know if I'm kinda out of line asking this…" He tore his eyes from the couch, slowly lifting his gaze to Loki's. "But did you sleep with him?"
Loki's brow furrowed as he leaned one hand on the counter behind him. "Kind of out of line?" Tony only shrugged. Loki scratched the back of his neck. "I don't see how that's any of your business, but I'd like to point out that I made you wait two and half months before we slept together. I've only known Thane for barely a month."
Tony swallowed, his heartbeat starting to pick up at Loki's vague answer. "Is that a no?"
"That's a no."
Tony's half-heartedly attempted to hide his relief. At Loki's smirk, he realized he didn't do a good enough job. "So, then…what's going on with that whole situation? Are you two still…uh, doing whatever it is you were doing?"
Loki chuckled. "Well, now, that depends on you, doesn't it?" Loki moved around Tony and sat on the arm of the sofa, facing him. His hands were laced together and he was smiling up at Tony as the shorter man turned with a frown on his face.
"What is that supposed to mean? Are you keeping him on the back burner or something?"
"In a manner of speaking," Loki answered with a lift of his shoulders. "If you don't manage this situation with Pepper, am I to pine away for you for the rest of my life in celibacy?"
"I would." That was a bold-faced lie.
Thin red lips curved widely. "You would not." Tony was mildly cursing Loki in his mind as he pointed a long finger toward the door. "Before our little interlude earlier, how long has it been since you've had sexual contact with someone else?"
"A month," Tony answered as he took one step closer. He cocked a brow when Loki's face fell. "Yeah, it's driving me crazy. I haven't been with anyone since you got back into town." He moved even closer and reached out, trailing his fingers up the column of Loki's neck, enjoying the erratic pulse he felt under the pads of his fingers. "How long has it been for you, Loki?" Tony's lips twitched when Loki swallowed hard.
"Longer. Much longer." He cleared his throat because his voice came out as a cracked whisper. Tony fought a wave of disappointment when Loki removed his hand from his face and stood to put some distance between them. "I've not ended my association with Thane because I don't feel the need to end something that started nicely enough. Particularly, if you and I…don't work out," he added softly. "Also, it has only been two days since I last spoke with you. I'm not quite as impulsive as you tend to be."
Tony's face screwed into a hard scowl. "I don't want you with him."
Loki tilted his head to the side and smirked. "Darling. You know me better than that. I will do what I want."
"You want me," Tony pointed out, his tone harsher than he meant it to be. "Loki, this thing with Pepper is…" he sighed in frustration. "I can't fix it overnight. But I…" he paused again, and again, reached out to touch Loki's face. "I can't stay away from you anymore either. I won't."
With just a slight angle of his head, Loki leaned into Tony's hand. "What do you suggest we do, love? Sneak around like we used to in the beginning of our relationship?"
Tony dropped his hand, his eyes darting down, to the side, and then back up to Loki's eyes. He pursed his lips and lifted a shoulder. Loki barked out a short laugh.
"Are you mad?"
"It's not a bad idea…"
"No, it's ridiculous!" he shouted. "Anthony, we are not college students hiding from our roommates or my brother any longer. We are consenting adults. And I will not be shoved into a dark corner because your assistant cannot understand her boundaries." He tried to storm away but Tony moved to block his way.
"I'm not asking you to do that, Loki."
"Then what are you asking?" He tried to move forward again, but Tony reached out to take him by the arms and pushed him back until Loki's back hit a wall again. Loki grunted in what sounded like annoyance. "Is this a new turn-on for you? Shoving me against walls?"
Tony bit back a smart response and tightened his grasp when Loki tried to move again. Only this time Loki shoved him back, harder, and Tony's hands fell from him. Loki moved around him and he caught him by the elbow. "Loki…"
He shook him off and continued to walk away.
"How do you expect me to talk to you if you keep walking away from me?"
Loki came to a stop and turned to give Tony an indiscernible look. "Fine." With a firm nod, he moved to the sofa and, turning his back to Tony, lowered to it slowly. "I'm listening."
Tony rolled his eyes and walked around the green piece of furniture to sit on the table facing Loki. "Thanks," he replied in the same sarcastic tone Loki had used. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and set his eyes on Loki's. For a moment, he just looked at him.
Though it didn't detract at all from his handsomeness, Tony didn't care for the shorter hair Loki had been sporting. He preferred the long silky locks he used to run his fingers through when Loki would sleep with his head on his chest and Tony would be wide awake, unable to. There were lines lightly etched in his forehead, around his mouth, and when he smiled, that fanned out around his eyes. Loki was a thinker and, when he was in a good mood or being mischievous, he smiled wide; his face told that story.
Tony still got butterflies when he looked long and deep into Loki's emerald eyes. It remained the one place he saw the truest reflection of himself. And it frightened him a little bit. Loki had always been his one place of comfort, the one person he felt the most comfortable with; the one bit of calm in his mostly chaotic life. Loki was home. If he wasn't in his life again… Tony's jaw set at the thought. He was determined not to let that happen again. At any cost.
Loki was baffled. It amazed him that after all this time Tony still had the ability to get him so riled up. In a good and a bad way.
Despite how much he enjoyed Tony's greeting—and, dear gods, did he enjoy it—the entire situation felt like a repeat of the St. Patrick's Day dance they attended in college. Their first official outing as a couple that had ended with Loki drenched in green punch all because Tony didn't have the guts to tell Pepper that they were dating.
It all felt too déjà vu-ish and he just wanted to leave and forget all of this unnecessary drama.
Then Tony made him feel petty for wanting to run away. He hadn't the slightest idea what more Tony was going to say, or could say, but the way he was sitting there, watching him…those deep dark chocolate brown eyes saw through him so easily. And made his insides turn to jelly.
"Speak, Anthony." Damn his voice for shaking.
"Oh…yeah…" Tony nodded. "Just give me some time to work on her."
Loki clucked his tongue in disapproval and looked away. "Work on her? She isn't a damn car or one of your machines in your lab that you can manipulate any which way you wish, Anthony. She is a human being who should understand human emotions. I don't understand why you cannot simply tell her that we…" Loki stopped himself before he uttered the L-word. "That we wish to be together and it is something that she will just have to learn to live with."
"Because she won't believe me," Tony explained quickly. Loki was grateful he didn't focus on his slight pause. "She'll think I'm only saying it because you're telling me to. Here's my idea. Let me let her think you walked away for exactly the same reasons she doesn't think I should be with you. Then I can whine and bitch about you not being with me until she gets so sick of it that she forces me to go after you."
Loki eyed Tony for a moment. "And in reality, you will actually…be with me?"
Tony's eyes lowered to his hands, each resting on a knee, and lifted his own, touching Loki's fingers, toying with them. "If that's what you want," he said softly.
"You know what I want." Loki's lips curved up at the ends when Tony's eyes flicked up. "I've already told you. But you've yet to tell me what it is you want."
Tony held his gaze for a long, lingering moment, before dropping his fingers and moving to the sofa. He sat with one leg tucked under him, facing Loki, who turned only his head toward him. "I thought it was obvious…" He lifted a hand, resting his arm on the back of the sofa, and brushed aside a black lock of hair from Loki's face. "I want you, too."
Loki inhaled deeply, more to calm his racing heart, and turned his head away again, throwing his head back against the cushion. "And how long do you expect to keep your dirty little secret, Anthony?"
Tony chuckled and ran the backs of his fingers down Loki's cheek. It made Loki shiver. "You'd only be a secret from Pepper, babe."
"No," Loki said with a shake of his head and a small grin. He moved a little, shifting away from Tony, and crossed his right leg over his left. "She makes your life run like clockwork. She handles all of your business, personal and otherwise." He looked at Tony. "She communicates with every single person you do on a daily basis." He chuckled. "How do you imagine we would get away with this?"
Loki started to turn his head but Tony caught his chin and kept his gaze fixed on him. "Are you asking because you're willing to do it?"
"I am asking because I am curious. How are you going to hide me from her and the press that will surely be tracking you here, which I assume would be the point of rendezvous, considering the tower would be far too easy for her to find us in?"
Tony shrugged, dropped his hand, and straightened on the sofa because his leg had started to go numb. "Fooling the press is easy. That's why I keep Happy around."
"Happy?"
"Yeah. Oh, that's right. You were passed out when he met you. Happy's my driver and bodyguard. He used to be a boxer. He sucked at it but he's still a pretty big and intimidating guy. He's Milton's nephew or great-nephew or something. I don't know; they were related. I met him at Milton's funeral a while back and we hit it off, became friends, and after his boxing career tanked, I offered him a job with me. He's been pretty overprotective ever since the kidnapping. He wanted to go with me, but I thought it would be such a waste for him to follow me around and, he'd totally get in my way. And look what happened, right? I mean—"
"Anthony," Loki interrupted, laying a hand on Tony's thigh. "Take a breath, darling. You're rambling."
"Sorry." He chuckled at himself. "I don't know why I felt the need to explain all of that to you."
"You're nervous."
Tony's head whipped around and he frowned. "Why the heck would I be nervous?"
Loki smirked, shrugged a shoulder. "You always ramble when you're nervous." Loki felt a flutter in his chest when Tony's face cleared and he set that mesmerizing gaze on him again. There was something almost determined in those pools of chocolate brown.
"I'm not nervous, Loki. I'm…" Loki cocked a brow. "Anxious."
"Anxious? Why should you be anxious?" He watched, a little cautious, as Tony inched closer, until he was a breath away from Loki's face.
"Because," his voice was low, husky, and made Loki's entire body vibrate in what felt like anticipation. "It's taking every ounce of my willpower not to rip all of your clothes off right now and have my way with you."
Loki stared at Tony's mouth as he spoke. At his lustful words, the tip of Loki's tongue poked out to moisten his lips. "Don't feel the need to hold back on my account."
The words were barely out of Loki's mouth before Tony was on him, clamping a hand to the back of his head and slipping his tongue past his parted, and welcoming, lips. Tony pushed his body against Loki's and his pale hands lifted to his chest, but didn't push him away, even as his back was pressed into the cushions. Loki grunted and groaned softly as Tony's mouth moved aggressively against his own.
He felt a hand curve around his right leg at the knee and Tony pulled it toward him then ran his hand up his inner thigh. Loki sighed as Tony moved his lips' attention to his jaw then his cheek, his ear, and down the line of his neck.
"Anthony…this does not mean…" He moaned as Tony roughly turned his head and covered his mouth. Tony hooked his hand around Loki's other leg and hauled him into his lap. "Anthony."
"Stop talking, Loki." Tony bit into the skin of his chest, through the thin t-shirt, and in response, Loki hissed in pleasured pain. "Talk later." Loki parted his lips to speak again, but found himself forced down to meet Tony's mouth and had a tongue between his lips instead.
Despite himself, Loki moaned loudly, clutching onto Tony, and shifting his body until he could grind himself into Tony.
"Unnh…yeah…there you go…." Tony's hands moved around and up to Loki's chest. "Are you attached to this shirt?"
"No…" Loki breathed, his hips moving a little faster. He was about to question him and instead let out a breathless laugh, and felt a hot rush of lust, as Tony curled his hands into the flimsy material and ripped it in half over his pale chest. The shredded piece hung loosely from Loki's arms as he cupped Tony's face laughing as the man beneath him continued to lick and bite at his lips. "Why did you do that?"
"I told you." Tony reached for the fly of Loki's jeans and shoved them down over his narrow hips as far as he could. "I wanted to rip your clothes off."
Loki shook off what was left of the shirt and went for Tony's. "Don't make that a habit, darling. Now take this off." He leaned back as Tony pulled off his two shirts and the black tank he wore under those. And then he went still.
"What? What happened?" Tony followed Loki's gaze directed to the center of his chest.
Loki swallowed. "I've never seen it…not up close, at least." Tentatively, he touched a finger to the quietly humming blue light then to the skin surrounding it. "Does it hurt?"
Tony trembled slightly, as the skin around the arc reactor was very tender. "No." He curled a finger under Loki's chin and lifted it. "It's a pain in the ass. But it doesn't bother me."
Loki rested his hands lightly on either side of the reactor then rubbed up to Tony's shoulders, cupped his neck. "It won't cause you any trouble during…strenuous activities?"
Tony chuckled and brought their mouths together again, moving Loki until he was under him on the sofa. "No." He pulled at Loki's pants, accidentally scratching his thigh in his haste to yank them off his long legs, and Loki cried out softly in pain. He muttered an apology before lowering himself onto Loki's body again.
"No need to rush, love. We've all night to—" He was silenced again with hard kiss.
"I want you naked," Tony grunted out, using his knee to spread Loki's legs so he could rest between them. Loki's fingers trailed down his spine and crept under the band of his jeans and boxers, squeezing the flexing muscles of his ass.
"Am I to be…" he moaned softly as Tony's tongue made a wet trail over his jaw and throat. "…the only one naked?"
Tony dipped his hand between them to undo the snap and zipper of his jeans, leaving the rest to Loki. Once the material was past his knees he pressed himself into Loki. And growled in frustration. "Jesus Christ, why do you wear underwear now?"
Loki laughed because Tony made no attempt to remove his underwear even as he complained about it. He hooked his thumbs on each side of his black briefs and tugged them down. "It's a funny story."
"I don't care right now."
Loki let out a soft cry as Tony wrapped his hand around his now released cock and roughly stroked him. "Wait…Anthony…unhh…"
"No. I need you now, Loki."
"Mmm, I assure you…" His hips rocked slowly as he pumped himself into Tony's hand. "Oh, gods, yes…the feeling—tighten your hand, love—mmmnnnh…is mutual."
Tony lifted his mouth from its attachment at Loki's shoulder and Loki could feel them hovering above his own. He opened his eyes and grinned. "Would it kill you to just say me too?" Tony lowered his mouth before Loki could reply and the paler man moaned again instead. Tony kissed him roughly, his tongue darting into his mouth and tangling with his own.
Loki whined, licking his own lips when Tony pulled away yet again. This time he turned his head to shove a finger in his mouth, coating it before returning to Loki's swollen lips. "Mm!" Loki protested, his arm shooting out to grab Tony's. "Anthony."
"What? I thought you wanted…"
"I do," Loki finished on a laugh, taking Tony's face in his hands. "It's been some time, love. We may need something more substantial than…" his eyes darted down toward Tony's hand again, "…that." He shifted until Tony took the hint and moved off of him, stood and looked down at him. His lips curved. "And perhaps you'd like to take off your shoes."
Tony had never felt so impatient in his life. And that was saying something. If he didn't get Loki naked soon, he was sure he would spontaneously combust. He had never felt so much need; he had never felt so driven by lust. He had spent three and half years taking his fill of Loki's pale flesh and sweet-tasting lips; of engaging in every fantasy he had ever had—that Loki was willing to indulge for him. And he realized now it had not been enough. He still desperately wanted to touch, to taste, to hold, and be touched, tasted, held.
No one had ever made him feel half the things he felt with Loki. Even the simple sound of Loki's breath catching, gasping, sighing in his ear turned him on. The way his black lashes fluttered, the way his teeth bit into his bottom lip that was swollen from his rough kissing…the way his long, lean body softened beneath him, wrapped around him. The way Loki completely surrendered to him…
Tony didn't know why he had wasted his time on women all these years.
The loss of contact when Loki removed himself and got up from the couch was so stunning he stared up at Loki in shock. When Loki pointed out he was still sort of dressed, he looked down at himself, chuckling. His pants and boxers were scrunched together just above his boot-clad feet. He swung his legs down to the floor and when he looked up Loki was turning the corner to his bedroom, his underwear floating to the floor behind him as he had flung it away. Tony continued fumbling with his pants and his shoes which thudded heavily on the wooden floors as he tossed them aside. He finally got himself free and walked toward Loki's room.
"Loki?"
Tony tentatively stepped into the large room, neat as a pin—as usual; Loki always had managed to make him look like the sloppier one when they shared a bedroom. He passed by a long dark wood dresser with a mirror hung above it as he headed straight to the king-sized bed. He grinned at the built-in bookcases on either side of the bare window, overflowing with books—it was so Loki.
"Babe? Where are you?" A second later he felt two arms slip around his waist and lips on his neck.
"Here."
Tony spun around and captured Loki's lips again as he pulled him down to the bed, rolling until the taller man was beneath him. Loki's fingers slid up the skin of Tony's back, to his chest around the reactor, and down his abs, and hummed appreciatively. It all left goosebumps on his olive-toned flesh. He shifted his body and reached down between their bodies, taking Loki's cock in his hand. He stroked him a few times then reached further, stroking his finger around the sensitive muscle of Loki's entrance.
"Ohh…Anthony."
"Hmm?" Tony was so focused on what he was doing to Loki to make him writhe the way he was that it took him a second to understand why Loki was interrupting him. A small bottle was shoved under his nose and he finally lifted his head. He took the bottle in his hand and chuckled. "Still with the apple scent, huh?"
He moved his body to Loki's side, keeping one leg wrapped around one of Loki's.
"You know I still get a little turned on whenever I smell them."
Loki pulled him down for a kiss. "Me, too."
Tony smiled and continued to kiss Loki, lapping at his lips while his hand trailed down his body, over the narrow line of his hip, and hugged him closer. Still kissing him, Tony popped the top of the bottle with his thumb and blindly coated two of his fingers. "You ready?"
"Mm-hmm." Loki followed him with his eyes as he slid down his body and, with his eyes on Loki's, Tony slid his tongue up the side of his cock. "Tease," he moaned, throwing his head back on the pillow.
"Yup." Using his free hand Tony began stroking Loki again, swirling the tip of his tongue around the swollen head, licking up the precum. Loki's hips twitched when Tony pressed his lubed up finger to his entrance. Tony laid a palm on his stomach. "I'll try not to hurt you."
Loki smirked and laid a hand over Tony's. "It's all right if it hurts a little."
Tony snorted, nipping at Loki's hipbone. "Slow down, kinky. Let us both get used to this again." Tony watched Loki's face as he circled his finger around his entrance. He could tell Loki was holding his breath and when he pushed his finger in, he let it out on a pleasured moan. "Like that, baby?" He asked, moving his finger incredibly slow.
"Mm-hmm. Just a bit faster, darling. Mmm…!" Loki's free leg lifted, bending at the knee and he reached down to stroke himself. Tony shoved his hand away and raised himself to his knees to take him in his mouth, his finger still moving. Loki's body arched, his back lifting from the bed, his fingers twisted in Tony's hair, as he moved against Tony's finger. "Anthony, another…" he demanded breathlessly.
Tony obeyed and slid a second slicked up finger into him, lifting his head from Loki's lap. "Good?"
Loki groaned and pushed against him. "Oh, yes…though not as good as you I presume."
"So impatient…," he chided playfully, pressing a hand to Loki's lower abdomen to get him to slow the rolling of his hips. He continued to finger him and stroke him, watching his face, fascinated by his expressions of pleasure. Amid his writhing and lip-biting, Loki reached out for Tony.
"Anthony…" he whined.
Tony reached for the lube again. "Hold on. Not yet."
Loki groaned and clenched his fists into the black duvet they were lying on. Tony smirked and inserted a third finger that had Loki's hips lifting off the bed. "Unnh…ohh, gods yes…!" His hand clamped onto Tony's arm, his nails digging into his skin.
"Ow! Loki."
"Now, Anthony…"
Tony shook his hand off and moved between Loki's spread and bent legs. He quickly added a few drops off lube to his so-far-neglected cock, gave it a few strokes, pulled Loki to him by wrapping his arms around his thighs, and slowly pushed into him. "Jesus…" he grunted.
Loki's arm flew out, his hand gripping the edge of a shelf on the bookcase and his body tensed under Tony, his face a grimace of tortuous pleasure. "Ahh…"
"You okay?"
"Yes…again…"
Tony pulled out and entered him again, just as slowly, swearing under his breath once more. He did this a few more times, and groaned softly, nearly growling. "Loki. I don't know if I…ohjesusfuckingchrist…I can't go this slowly for much…longer."
Loki moaned again, louder this time, and widened the spread of his legs. "Take me, Anthony."
Sweet Valhalla, he had missed this.
From the age of sixteen—fourteen, if one counted oral and manual stimulation—when he had had his first sexual experience, Loki had always enjoyed sex. With anyone. Boys and girls had always attracted him. Kissing was something he enjoyed early on as well—and was a skill he excelled at. Full breasts were always nice to cup and massage and toy with, but, then again, so were a nice pair of testicles.
Loki had never denied himself pleasure from a man or woman and never saw a difference between being pleasured by a man or a woman. But Tony Stark had always been different.
Despite the various lovers Loki had had, there were none that compared to Tony. Even from their very first time. He knew this had to be because of how they felt about each other. Like Tony, Loki was emotionally unattached to most of the people he took to his bed; they were similar creatures in that aspect. And as he had brought unquestionable change to Tony's life, Tony had had a major effect on Loki's.
Tony was the first, and only, person he had ever fallen for—and he had fallen hard. Tony urged him—or tricked, really—to mend the broken ties between him and Thor. Amazingly, Tony had even helped Odin and Loki to not only take the steps to fix their damaged relationship, but brought them closer together with his clever wit and undeniable charm.
To be the one to end all of that, to be the one that said, "Enough," hurt Loki more than the people close to them could have ever imagined. And it nearly broke him. It took a long time—longer than it took Tony, he imagined—for him to bounce back from it. And even then, Tony had always remained in the back of his mind. And heart, as Natasha, insightful as usual, had pointed out to him.
Loki hadn't wanted to jump so quickly back into this facet of their relationship. Sex and intimacy had never been a problem for them; it was the emotions behind it that they had difficulty navigating. He worried it may be too fast, but as was always the case when it came to Anthony Edward Stark, Loki couldn't resist temptation.
His mind was reeling, heady with anything and everything Tony Stark. He had been voluntarily celibate since he and the mother of his son had parted ways, and the idea that he would ever feel Tony's hands on him again—much less any other body parts—was not a notion he had ever entertained. It almost felt too good to be true. And he knew the moment this night was over they would be forced back into reality. Pepper, Thane, work, life.
But until then…
Loki slid his thigh up along the outside of Tony's and held his thrusting hips between his pale hands, feeling the flexing muscles between his fingers. Allowing for Tony to go even deeper, Loki raised his leg higher, resting his ankle over Tony's shoulder.
Tony grunted and groaned with each effort to bury himself into Loki. In return, Loki sighed and moaned. Tony's hips slowed and he lowered his mouth to Loki's, kissed him deeply, bending Loki's leg back until his knee brushed his chest. But Loki hadn't had enough yet.
"Harder," he demanded against Tony's reddened lips. Tony's breathless chuckle told Loki he was enjoying every second of this. When Tony reared back to adjust himself, Loki wanted to do the same.
He swung his leg over Tony's head and rose to his knees. Tony didn't hesitate and positioned himself against Loki, entering him from behind.
"Oh yes…" Loki hissed as Tony picked up his rapid pace again, sliding a hand up and down Loki's spine before he gripped him by the hips and slammed into him. Loki dropped his head to the bed, pressed his forehead into the duvet as one hand clenched into a pillow and the other reached between his legs for his swinging cock. "Harder, Anthony."
"Fuck, Loki." Tony reached for him, pulling at his arm until he was flush against his chest. Fingers were gripped tightly in his raven hair, yanking his head back until teeth were gnawing at his neck and jaw. Then finally they were nibbling on his lips. "You like this, baby?"
"Ohh, yes…fuck me, Anthony. Ohh…!" Loki fell forward onto his belly, his hands reaching blindly behind him as Tony followed, landing on top of him and shoving his hand under Loki's hips, stroking him in time with his thrusts. He whined softly when all the attention suddenly stopped. He didn't have time to question Tony as his body was forced to turn over and Tony was kissing him again.
"Look at me when I make you come," Tony commanded, lifting Loki's head so he could see him, and roughly wrapped a hand around his cock.
Loki's eyelids were hanging heavy over widely dilated eyes and he had trouble keeping them open. Tony repeated his command, tightening his fingers in Loki's hair and his fingers around his cock. "Mmnnh! Tony…"
"Yes…come on, baby…"
Loki felt every muscle, every nerve, every inch of his body tighten and tense. "Oh, gods…Tony…!" Loki's arms went around Tony, holding onto him tightly as the orgasm ripped through his body.
"Yes…oh, Loki….fuuuuck…!" Tony's hips pumped into Loki as the taller man's body jerked beneath him with each wave of release until he reached his own peak. His body fell against Loki's in a limp heap, his breaths coming heavy in Loki's ear. "Oh, god…holy shit…uunnnhh…"
Loki lied still, keeping his arms around his lover's warm body. Once their breathing had slowed and returned to normal, the room went silent. Tony moved, marginally, to remove himself from inside Loki and to rest his head more comfortably on his chest. Loki let him resettle and found himself about to fall into unconsciousness.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" he asked softly into the quiet.
Tony sounded near sleep himself as he answered, "I thought you'd never ask." Loki chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest against Tony's cheek. Tony moved against him and once again resettled on top of Loki with a blanket. "Hey…I don't remember you being that flexible. You were always kinda bendy but…"
"Hmm." Loki ran a hand over Tony's bare back. "Pre-natal yoga isn't just for mothers."
"Christ," Tony mumbled making Loki laugh again. "Are you comfortable?"
"Hm, very. Are you?"
Tony inhaled deeply and let out the breath slowly. "Yeah."
"Talk in the morning?"
"Sure…" Tony said through a yawn. "After I fuck you again."
Loki chuckled once more and when he drifted off to sleep, there was a small grin on his face.
