A/N: Sorry for the week between chapters, guys. I'm not sure why it's taking so long, but hey, at least you get sex. That makes up for the wait, I hope.

Um… yeah. That's this chapter- sex. I didn't want to put in much plot just in case there were any readers who were uncomfortable and just wanted to skip the chapter, so it's pretty much just sex. Enjoy.

(Also, I did a silly little sketch of Loki's mask. I drew it before I wrote the scene though, so the outfit itself is wrong, but the mask is the same. My art sucks, but whatever. Here it is on my tumblr: .com/post/16502929354/ .)

VVV

How a group of adults could make this sort of mess Loki had no idea, but he frowned and kicked aside a beer bottle-where had that even come from?-with distaste as he leaned against the bar, surveying the apocalyptic post-party mess. Pepper, Rhodes and, of course Stark were there too, the latter leaning against Loki's shoulder and ignoring the mess while the former were debating what to do about it.

"Loki, just magic it all away or something." Stark suggested, which was a perfectly viable suggestion but not a reasonable one, so the god merely smirked and didn't answer. "J.A.R.V.I.S., I want a cleaning crew in here tomorrow at eleven."

"Very well, sir."

Pepper sighed and bent down, picked up what appeared to be a piece of woman's underwear. "How in god's name-?" She only shook her head, threw it behind the counter as the rest of them laughed. "I thought a ball would be a little classier than this."

"Thought it was. I didn't notice anyone stripping in the corners, anyway." Rhodes admitted before shrugging and draining what remained of the champagne he'd been holding. "Tony's place just brings out the debauchery in people."

"Damn right it does." Stark agreed with a smirk, raising a hand to point at the ceiling as if in triumph. "I pride myself on this fact and I'm not changing it for anyone."

"Well, so long as we were lucky enough not to see any debauchery from Hammer." Loki mused, which earned a disgusted shudder from the weight leaning against him. The image was not a pretty one, but the god could, unfortunately, say that he had seen far worse. A multi-millennium lifespan was not always a positive thing.

"Okay, ignoring that," Pepper grimaced, looking as if she could do for a drink herself, "Somebody should explain to Loki that-"

"Schmidt is the former leader of a scientific research division by the name of Hydra." The god himself cut in calmly, only smirking at their disbelief. Now really, did they think he'd simply ignored Fury and Coulson's presence? Once the guests had begun to leave it was a simple matter to snatch that bit of information out of them, heading to their car under the firm belief that they went unnoticed. "I'm curious as to how a mortal's survived this long, and yet he didn't seem entirely mortal to me. No doubt a product of whatever he was researching."

"I bet SHIELD's got some ideas. I'll get J.A.R.V.I.S. to hack 'em later." Stark assured casually. "Already done it, actually. We can read up on all that later."

"You hacked the government." Pepper could only sigh and shake her head in apparent disbelief, though Loki himself was entirely unsurprised. Really, he'd begun to expect this sort of thing by now. "Of course you did. Any plans for what you're going to do when Fury breaks the door down and arrests you?"

"Eh, I've done worse." They could only shrug at that, conceding the point. "Speaking of which, who invited the reporter?"

"Christine?"

"Yeah. That one. I think she's going to write about me and Loki tomorrow." Stark mused, thinking about this for a moment before seeming to decide he liked it. "So expect protestors. And televangelists, or whatever those religious guys who knock on doors are."

"I highly doubt you'll have to be concerned with that." Loki assured with a laugh, unable to imagine any sort of religious advocate making it so far as ten feet up the manor's walk. "J.A.R.V.I.S. will keep them out."

Rhodes raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and the god only tilted his head innocently, half tempted to make an illusionary halo appear above his head. "If you magic any protestors out into the middle of the ocean I'm going to have to arrest you, you know."

"Duly noted, I'll ensure they land in a jungle. Far nicer this time of year anyway."

"Specifics will get you nowhere." Stark lectured, waving a warning finger in Rhodes' direction. "And I dunno about that. Ocean's nice and cold, it's what, eighty degrees half the time nowadays?"

"Is it?" Loki had never noticed the heat, and now that he knew why suddenly wished he had. "Well, they're bound to get sunburnt then."

"True. Jungle's got shade."

"And rivers, they could cool down there."

"Plenty of food."

"Endless photography opportunities."

"Okay, okay, I get the point." Rhodes rolled his eyes at their banter, earned a look from Pepper that clearly said 'see what I have to deal with?'. "You two lovebirds can decide where Loki's going to teleport any troublesome reporters then get back to me. I've got to go to work in the morning. Ready to go?"

Pepper nodded, and Stark frowned and stood up straight. "What? Pep, you leaving?"

"James gave me a ride. I still haven't moved in with you, you know." She retorted with a teasing smile that implied she'd been asked many times in the past. "You two don't make things worse. And don't let him drink, Loki."

"Understood." This earning a pouting look from Stark, who was eyeing the leftover bowls and bottles and cups of drink within an arm's reach from them wistfully.

The two bade goodnight, Pepper with a promise to be there the next day and Rhodes demanding they call and tell him next time something happened with Lernaea, before leaving Loki and Stark to the room. The latter immediately reached for some of the left over wine, but the former quickly snatched it away and drained the few swallows remaining in the bottle.

"Now now, no drinking." He warned, calmly reaching for another half-finished drink (mead, how quaint) and began to finish that off, removing the temptation from Stark. An idea came to him and he smiled slightly, hurried to swallow what remained so quickly his stomach ached afterward.

"That's cheating." Stark protested, but made no move for the alcohol again. Clearly he doubted he'd manage it, and was watching Loki move for another wine bottle with interest. "You planning to drink all that?"

"If it will keep you away from it, yes." The god was more than used to his drink, though he was probably going to have too much liquid in his system for awhile after this. There was hardly anything missing from this bottle, so he made no attempt to finish it all off in one go.

"I can just go out and buy some, you know." Stark protested, clearly forgetting he'd downed nearly two bottles of hard liquor and needed to be carried home the last time this happened. "Fine. Whatever. Can gods get drunk?"

"Certainly." Hmph, this stuff was fairly bitter. Luckily it was the last of that next wine, most had been finished off by the guests. "It takes quite a bit, though."

"Well, just be careful. You're still injured." Stark pointed out, shrugged when he saw the god wasn't concerned by this. "So, Schmidt like the house, or do you think we should consider redecorating?"

VVV

God, Loki could drink. Tony was finding it extremely unfair how there wasn't even a blush on his cheeks yet, and the guy was literally chugging down bottles of alcohol. Not to mention what he'd had during the party- how did his stomach even have room for all that?

The god only smirked at the question, twirling his mask on one finger and taking another heavy swig of wine. "Hammer is now terrified of your workbench. And highly uncomfortable in my presence."

"My… workbench?" Tony grinned, realizing what this meant after only a moment of thought. "Oh. Man, you're evil, you know that? Now every time I look at the guy I'm going to be reminded that the only thing he's able to think about in our company is us naked in my workshop."

"Odd how inattentive he is. I'd already told that woman that we haven't had sex." He mused, shrugging and finishing off the wine. Christ, how the hell was this guy not drunk yet? No fair. Being divine was cheating.

"Probably thought you were just trying to shut her up. Speaking of which, we really are going to get protestors, ya know. Also weird men in rainbow scarves asking for interviews for gay pride newscasts."

Loki only stared at him in confusion and Tony grinned, of course he wouldn't know about the whole rainbow thing. Probably wouldn't appreciate what this implied about his rainbow bridge, bifrost, whatever. "Don't worry 'bout it. But you are gonna get bugged on the streets, you all good with that?"

A smile from Loki, not mocking or cold but genuine and… almost soft, so that Tony found himself smiling back without thinking about it. "Of course I am. I would never have been able to hide for very long, anyway. I want everyone to be jealous that I get the "great" Tony Stark." And he picked up another bottle, drinking without even checking the label this time.

Okay, so maybe he could feel alcohol, because Tony was pretty sure Loki'd never have said that in a normal situation. But hey, it was nice to hear. "I think they'll just die of shock first. Never admitted to a stable relationship before. Stable…ish. No, had stable-ish, that was me and Pepper. We uh… kind of… Oh crap. Pepper."

"She and I spoke, I think she just registered that you two were falling apart." He took deep drink from the bottle, looking a little hazy by the time he'd set it down again. "Or something of those lines."

"Yeah…sums it up." Great, now Tony wanted a drink, but he doubted Loki would let him have one. He couldn't even do a relationship with Pepper right. Pepper, who he loved and cared about and knew. How did he plan to make this work? Loki was an anomaly, and damn if he wasn't absolutely captivating in every sense, and Tony wanted to make this work, would do anything to keep himself from wrecking it, but how long could that possibly last? He was trying to move slowly, at least, but that wasn't too easy when that kiss had come two weeks later than it should have.

Well, for him this had been slow, just paid off well in the eager heat from both of them. Guess there was some truth to that- Slow and steady wins the race.

Loki seemed well aware of his internal monologue, or else he was just drinking a little too much rum, because he pulled Tony in by the waist and kissed him full on. Not like earlier, sweet and calm and gentle, but rough and warm, biting at his lip and taking advantage of his surprise to roll his tongue through the engineer's mouth. Was this taking it slow? Tony didn't know, all he knew about relationships he got from bad romantic comedies, but he responded in kind either way, reveling in the taste of alcohol and some lingering hint of that same cold from before.

Tony knew he should have left it there when he pulled back, especially because Loki had taken another swig of alcohol and this couldn't be entirely consensual at this rate, but he couldn't help it. The god tasted… good. Not in the way of "oh he's an amazing kisser" or "he's just really sexy" but good. Tony was finding himself rapidly addicted to that flavor he'd only really had twice, a flavor he'd had no idea could exist but knew with certainty that he'd been looking for for a very long time, in alcohol, woman, drugs, dancing, gambling, whatever.

So he didn't protest when Loki moved in for another kiss, flushed enough that Tony could feel it, should have pulled back and given the guy his choice. But this was just a kiss, right? No big deal.

"Better?" The god wondered with a smirk once he'd pulled back, finishing off what little had remained of the rum and setting it aside. "If not, I'll happily try again."

"No… no that helped." Helped what? What were they trying to help, exactly? "You're uh… really touchy today."

"Today? No more than usual." Loki purred, leaning in to nip at his neck in a way that was far from usual, yeah, but Tony tensed appreciatively despite himself. "Or maybe I am. You look very nice in that costume, you know."

"Uh… thanks?" Thanks. Wow. Okay Tony, not your crown achievement in terms of witty comebacks, but Loki was kissing his neck now, licking and biting at the skin and it felt good. He started to say something else but only just managed to bite back a moan, moving the god back so he could plant another kiss and distract from that.

Loki didn't fight, sunk into the kiss and pulled Tony closer, reaching for a new bottle as he did so. "Might look better without it."

Oh god. What. Tony froze, brain pulling a blank because how the hell was he supposed to respond to that? Loki took his chance to lean in again, backing the other man against the bar and kissing down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone- exposed in this weird suit. He seemed determined to go lower, reached for the buttons on Tony's shirt, but he panicked and drew away, eyes wide.

"Uh, I think you're drunk. Maybe we should just… go to bed. Or something." Okay, bad choice of words, and Loki's suggestive grin said he knew that, followed by another drink of-when had he even gotten that?- brandy before he sat what remained on the counter and stepped forward closer, leaning down to nibble at Tony's ear, breath hot.

"That sounds fun." He rumbled, licked the area between his jaw and lower ear. Tony couldn't stop himself this time, a low moan escaping before he could stifle it, skin hot and tingling with the desire just to retaliate and accept whatever was going on.

But no, wait, drunk god. Bad idea, he'd probably be pissed to wake up in the morning and remember this. "Seriously, babe. You're drunk." He tried to move the god away again, but Loki only grabbed his wrists in one hand, the other arm wrapping around Tony's waist until they were pressed together, pulling them both back and hitting the floor with a muffled "thump!".

Uh. Okay. This was weird. No, not weird, Tony'd done way worse than this in way more obscure places- but Loki was the one insisting on a makeout session in the party room? Definitely not expected. "Not drunk. I know what I'm doing." He insisted, rolling them over before Tony could protest and kissing down again, letting one hand roam up the front of his costume, cold against the warm skin of his chest.

Tony shivered despite himself and returned the kiss, cuffing his hand around a handful of Loki's thick black hair. What was he doing? This wasn't right, but he found it very hard to care, and what the hell, not like they were naked or anything. Though the god seemed intent on changing that sometime soon, letting the one hand find its way to the arc reactor and trace the sensitive skin around it, causing Tony to suck in a breath and tense up, heat and fear fighting for control. He didn't like people touching that, but Loki murmured some half-coherent reassurance in his ear and he managed to relax, accept the sensation as a good thing.

"Can we pretend it's not the rum that's making you this eager?" Tony gasped, actually gasped. All they were doing was making out like teenagers in the back alley of a high school prom, and he was breathless.

Loki's mouth was on his neck again, running his tongue across the skin slowly. "Of course it's not. I want you, drink or no." He murmured, voice slurring slightly as he moved to nibble the skin.

Okay, that was probably not true, but it was good enough for Tony, anyway. He kept one hand in the god's vaguely curly hair, let the other pull him down harder, closer for a kiss. Hot and heavy and hungry, neither of them pulling apart until they had to breath, tongues rolling through each other's mouths, sucking at each other's lips. This was… passionate. He had no other word for it, no other memory that could even compare to this. The god probably had a million, but they were both breathing hard by the end as if neither had so much as kissed anyone before.

Loki drew back from this kiss with a smile. Not a smirk, or a laugh, or any teasing, arousing sort of thing- just a genuine smile that set Tony's hear pounding, because that spoke more than anything he'd ever heard the god say. Before he could do anything about that Loki's hand moved from the reactor, tracing a slow, steady circle over his nipple. Tony groaned, hoped he'd managed to do it silently enough, than tilted his head back with a heavy moan before he could stop himself. The trickster's other hand had moved down between them, stroking the hardness that had pulled the cloth over Tony's groin taut. Travelled back up, joined the other in working at the buttons of his shirt and Tony was about to make some sort of complaining noise when Loki shifted, nearly straddling the other man so that they were pressed together, nothing but a few layers of cloth separating them.

Loki began to rock his hips, grinding slowly, sensually against him, shooting waves of heat through Tony's body. He stifled another moan, arching his back without shame and trying to press closer, match the god's tempo and hoping that if there was anything he forgot in his drunkenness it would be this, the girlish flush that burned in his cheeks, super-heated his breath.

His shirt was half open now, only need to be pulled away along with the jacket, and Tony moved to rid Loki of that costume, clenching the fabric tight and tipping his head back with a gasp when they brushed together in a particularly heady way. He was dizzy with arousal, but shook his head suddenly, breathing hard, and moved to kiss Loki again because he didn't want his mouth distracted by something as simple as talk any more than it had to be.

"Wait," Tony gasped, and he saw something more than confusion in the god's eyes. "No, don't stop but… Not here, okay?"

He took a quick look around the room and laughed, seeming to agree. The room was still littered with discarded masks, splashes of alcohol, broken glass from cups and bottles, and some confetti that Tony was pretty sure hadn't actually been part of the party. Probably not the best environment for sex. Also, though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Tony had a feeling that he'd be out of it way past eleven, and better not to give the cleaning crew a heart attack when they walked in.

"Very well. Not here. Where, then?" Loki murmured, nibbling again at Tony's ear and refusing to move, their rubbing erections making it very hard to think clearly, let alone form a coherent sentence.

"Um…. Ah, ro~om. Yeah, your room's closest." Tony decided once he'd managed to control his voice, nevertheless trembling a bit on the "room", then covering it up with a quick torrent of words that left him breathing fast. Though being half-naked and straddled by the god of mischief might have had something to do with that, too.

Loki smirked and sat up, not giving Tony the choice of whether or not to follow, an arm around the small of his back pulling him up into another kiss before he could. He returned the kiss eagerly, still far from tired of that taste, and wrapped both arms around to pull the god closer so that he could steer them both onto their feet. The semi-inebriated god wasn't making this too easy, but he allowed himself to be guided, never once breaking the kiss until they were standing steady.

"I hope you know your way to the nearest elevator, because I'm not letting you go just so we can walk." Loki purred, immediately diving in for another, deep kiss to prove his point.

Tony liked the sound of that, but he doubted he could maneuver them without tripping over himself. If he'd been with a girl he'd have picked her up and carried her so they could walk without having to stop, but he knew Loki was way too heavy, and no way in hell would he allow himself to be carried. So fine, he could manage this, just backed them both up, intending to head out the door when they reached it but only pushing the god against it, pressing deeper into another kiss, closer against his body.

God, this was perfect. Loki was perfect, beautiful, and a million other things Tony'd never before applied in all seriousness.

Eventually it was Loki who managed to reach behind himself and throw open the door, stumbling back without so much as faltering in his hold. Tony was reluctant to pull away and did so only to breathe, planning to take maybe a few steps forward and at least getting them towards the elevator before distracting himself again, but one look at Loki's kiss-swollen lips and he dove forward again.

This wasn't taking it slow, was it? This was hungry and desperate and heavy, but whatever rational part of Tony's mind might have protested this was currently occupied with keeping them from falling over a glass coffee table as they stumbled towards the elevator. It opened for them, no need to press a button with J.A.R.V.I.S. running the thing and probably painfully aware of what they wanted, and Loki took advantage of the upcoming wait to tear off what remained of Tony's shirt and jacket. Now completely bare chested, the engineer hurried to return the favor, but the period piece Loki had on was full of fake buttons and ridiculous knots and strings, not the easiest thing to remove while pressed against an elevator wall.

"Damn thing is not easy access." Tony panted, unlocking their mouths so he could try to do the same to that shirt, only managing to tear off a button that seemed to be real, leaving the thing stuck at the collar. Okay, screw that, better just to rip the fabric and get on with it- but the stuff was unfairly sturdy. "Unless you're planning to fuck with your clothes on I'm gonna need a little help."

"What a crude term." Loki mused, snapping his fingers absently and sending the shirt away, moving in for a briefer, almost harsh kiss as he started to undo Tony's belt. "Must mortals make everything sound so rough?"

"Okay, so uh… what do you call it then?" The trousers for that costume were much simpler, gave way with almost no trouble and fell to the ankles as soon as they were unbuttoned- the only benefit of mildly puffy pants.

"Sex." Well, that was pretty obvious, but Tony couldn't make some snide remark about this because the god had succeeded in removing his slacks, and once they'd both kicked those aside slipped his hand down the front of his boxers.

"Blue?" The god purred with a laugh, stroking his hand over Tony's painfully erect cock, earning a heated gasp. "Interesting."

"Sorry, don't color-coordinate my underwear on the off chance you're gonna get drunk and tackle me onto the floor." Tony complained, the effect of which was largely ruined by a moan as Loki rolled his thumb over his head. They were both breathing more quickly now, but Loki not nearly enough, so Tony crashed their lips together and returned the favor, taking the god in his hand and stroking roughly.

Clearly he hadn't expected that. Loki bucked forward against Tony's hand and his own strokes faltered for a moment, moaning into the other's kiss. Oh god that was an amazing sound. Tony shuddered appreciatively and picked up his tempo a bit.

"Hnng!" The trickster gasped and pulled away from the kiss, squeezing his eyes shut against a rush of pleasure and pressing in again with heavy breath. Tony wasn't going to last long if that kept up, so he pulled his hand away and locked them both in the god's hair, bringing him closer for a deeper, messier kiss.

Loki did the same after a brief hesitation, and a moment later the elevator stopped- had it been running slower than usual? Better thank J.A.R.V.I.S. after this- and they drew away in full, a smile on those clever lips that was almost too much for Tony. He found himself returning the smile, and wondered how he was supposed to describe this. He'd never felt love before, but this… damn, if it weren't so feminine he'd've said he was melting, but no way, he wasn't some teenage girl.

Even so there was no other word for this absolutely giddy feeling, so he only kissed the god again, confident they could make it the fifteen feet or so to Loki's door without his guidance. And somehow they did, even if once they were in the bedroom Tony was tempted just to tear the guy's boxers off and fall to the floor right there. But a moment later he was pushed back against the bed, Loki on top of him in a second and pulling away his underwear.

No preamble, Tony could deal with this- far as he was concerned the agonizing trip up here was enough of that, and he rid Loki of that last bit of clothing. Aroused as he was, desperate to just grab the god and say 'okay, sex time, let's go' and either fuck him senseless or just take it, he had to freeze for a moment. Appreciate the fact that there was a Norse god lying naked on top of him, now planting kisses and affectionate bites all along his collar bone. Beautiful. Stunning. Perfect. Loki was all of that, and much more- from his ruffled black hair, flushed cheeks and lips, hungry eyes, to the soft, tense tones of his muscle-not bulky or thick, but predatory and lithe, made like a whip- or the length of those legs and marred beauty of his skin. Perfect.

But wait, marred beauty? Oh shit.

Tony sat up suddenly, and Loki drew back in surprise. "Shit, you're still injured, we can't-"

"I'm well enough to manage this." The god assured him with a drunken chuckle that said no, he probably wasn't, and would already be sore in the morning even if they let things stop there. Protest would have been the best course of action, but Tony's body wasn't listening to his brain, insisting that if Loki said he was fine then he was fine- and no way was he letting himself get this worked up and then bailing out, right?

"Still worried." Tony muttered with a great show of will, and damn- Loki should be grateful he was even capable of that. He had worse self control on a normal day.

"I'll be fine. But if you're so paranoid…." Loki merely smirked suggestively, and a moment later his head was moving down, with obvious intention.

Tony didn't think much-all his blood was far from his brain anyway- and had hurried to say "No!" before he could stop himself. Once again, the god's face lit with confusion, and this time a little uncertainty, like he thought he might be doing something wrong. God that was adorable, and ridiculously alluring even though it really shouldn't have been. "I just uh… first time, something shared, ya know?"

Okay, that didn't make much sense, but at least Loki's worry had transformed into amusement. "I don't think you could handle me, Stark." He warned, leaning forward for another, briefer kiss. "I'm a god, you know."

"That's why man invented baby oil." Tony replied, though he didn't have anything of the sort in this room. Dammit. Well, he wasn't leaving to get any- maybe Loki could just conjure some, or something.

That smirk said 'or something' was going to turn out to be a very accurate description. "This might feel unusual." The warning hit his ear with a hot breath, and Tony let out a low moan to egg him on.

Loki must have been using some very unorthodox brand of magic, because Tony-who'd never had anyone inside him like this, never even been prepared or teased- didn't feel anything but a rush when the god tested him out with a finger. Weird, yeah, and he wasn't not quite sure how to react to it because he hadn't even had time to position himself, but his body was accepting this, and he'd drawn his knees back to make more room for Loki to get even closer before he really registered what was happening.

The god smirked slightly at this involuntary reaction and another finger followed, this one bringing a gasp of pleasure and a little bit of pain from Tony. He groaned and buried his head in the other's shoulder, grabbing hold of those pale wrists and clenching tight to suppress a desperate cry as Loki began to test moving his fingers about, stretching Tony. Whatever magical substitute for lubricant he was using sent sparks of pleasure rushing through his body, made him shudder and buck his hips to bring him further in. He was panting, trembling with built up sexual tension from the scene in the elevator but too proud to beg, though a muffled moan and upward thrust- oh god that felt good, he was going to lose it before they even started at this rate- said enough. A third finger followed the second and Tony didn't even try to hold back, moaned and rocked his hips shamelessly, which seemed to please Loki. He scissored his fingers experimentally, eliciting another gasp of pleasure, and pinned down the arm that wasn't clutching at his with his free hand. A moment later he drew out, and Tony didn't complain despite the frustrated ache that followed this- knew what was coming and sucked in a ragged breath to prepare for it.

He pressed his forehead harder against Loki's shoulder, appreciated the feeling of that cold white skin and tried to focus on that rather than what was about to come. Even so drew his knees back further to welcome the god, practically straddling him. Their chests were pressed together, and Tony's back was shoved hard against the mattress, but the god was so damn tall that his back was still slightly arched to compensate for the good five inch difference between them. No fair.

Loki leaned down and kissed his neck, began to bite at it teasingly, while Tony was too busy aching for the man to do more than make some snap comment about how hadn't he been the eager one earlier and what exactly had happened to that? Loki chuckled, the gusts of hot breath this generated causing another low moan from Tony, and situated his cock over the man's entrance, let him suck in air and shut his eyes in anticipation, then pushed in. Slowly, agonizingly so.

Tony groaned, both from the pain and the pleasure he knew was being delayed, and arched his back with a low cry. Loki took advantage of it when his head flew back and took him into another kiss, breathing hard, now, with the effort of keeping this cautious pace. Fuck that, Tony'd get used to the feeling later. He bucked his hips, moaning as this brought Loki in deeper, grinding upward and feeling his thighs quiver because this was so foreign but so good. God, he wanted more, wanted all of him, and said so in a voice taut with pleasure, words interrupted halfway through by a needy gasp.

Loki was apparently drunk enough to be vaguely compliant, because he gave no protest and pounded into Tony, the shock of it so much the man could only whimper and hold his breath, trying to get used to the feeling of being filled by another man. It took a moment, but once he'd let out that breath and kissed Loki again with a fervor the god pulled half-way out then thrust in again. Tony stifled a moan, managed only to hitch his breath when the action was repeated, but dissolved into a series of gasps and half-coherent cries when Loki found a rhythm.

Why the hell had they waited so long to do this? This was amazing, in every sense of the word, and each new thrust blindsided him with pleasure, elicited sounds he'd never admit to making outside of this moment. Not for anybody else- only for Loki would he submit this much, verbally and physically.

Loki hit a particularly sensitive spot and Tony cried out in earnest, clenching around the god in a way that brought a satisfying gasp. He began to drive against that spot, breathing hard and clutching his lover's (that term applied now, didn't it? Tony liked it, very much so) wrists so tightly he winced. Seeing this reaction he moved his hands down to his hips, squeezed and held him tight. Tony arched his back as best he could with this new pressure, each new movement bringing another half-choked moan and making him even harder, driving in with a steady rhythm that built and built but not enough. For awhile they kept this up, Tony dissolving under Loki's breath and touch and voice until the pleasure was absolutely burning. Hard enough that it almost hurt, but he wouldn't beg for more, refused to under any circumstances-

"Loki." The name, half sobbed and barely coherent through a series of moans rising in pitch, was hot and thick with need. Well, Tony, that was good for your self esteem, why not just say "fuck me please", you'll sound less desperate. "God… oh, god… "

Loki answered, a hand shifting from his hip to his cock and stroking with a teasing chuckle, which should have been embarrassing but all Tony could think was finally. The rush of heat this brought, along with a bit of grinding he would deny later, caused him to tense up and moan into Loki's mouth, so tight around the other it brought a brief, unrestrained cry.

God, Loki was loud. He wasn't holding back any sound, any grunt or moan or gasp of pleasure, panting and sweaty and outright dirty. It wasn't the sort of thing one expected from a god, and the sight of it wasn't making it much easier for Tony to hold back the signs of release heating in his stomach. He clenched his teeth, stifled another moan, and sucked in breath at a rapid rate, failing to calm himself. No matter how his body was demanding he buck urgently against the other man, grind their bodies together and ride this out as quickly as possible, he wanted this to last. Hell, Loki was a god, Tony knew he could probably keep this up for a very long time, and he wanted to give him as much of that as he could.

Loki's thumb began to roll over the head of Tony's cock, which was already dripping precum and really didn't make keeping this up any easier. Tony's hips jerked upward and his head fell back, gasping and panting, "Fuck… oh god… Loki, you're- hnng! Fuck."

Whether it was the words or the movement or the tightness, Loki seemed to enjoy this, hands clenching-gonna leave a bruise on his hips, and okay that hadn't been as hard as the other hand but ow- and rocking in harder, deeper. "T-tony…" He half-moaned the name, bucking and driving in, which alone might almost have been too much.

But god, he'd never heard Loki say his name before, not like that. Like he really thought of him as Tony, not Stark or whatever, and the sound was full of breath and desperation and Tony couldn't stand that. He held onto Loki as tightly as he could, digging his fingers into the god's skin and panting, moaning with increasing intensity.

"I-I'm gonna- ah!" Right, focus. On what, exactly? Loki had wrapped his arms around Tony's waist to pull him closer, bringing him in further and shooting a blinding wave of pleasure up Tony's body, shaking him with it. Oh god, he wasn't going to last, felt himself driving to the edge and Loki wasn't even tired yet.

Another upward thrust and Tony was blindsided, coming with some half-coherent cry that was meant to be the god's name, might have been but he could hardly tell. He bucked into Loki's hand, fell back panting and dizzy with the bleeding effects of orgasm, felt the god kissing him through some haze and moving back, felt him start to pull out and groaned a protest.

"No… not done…." Tony wasn't sure what he was saying, limp and dazed, but he knew he didn't want to stop just yet. Loki looked baffled by this, chuckled slightly and kissed again but didn't protest, didn't stop.

He'd never felt anything quite like this, exhausted but unwilling and unable to sleep, unable to do anything but sit back and take what the god was giving him. He should have been embarrassed that he was being outlasted like this, that he was letting himself rock with Loki's thrusts and couldn't do more than gasp or whimper, but this was a god, and no way would he ever do better than that.

Tony half-hoped Loki wouldn't remember this, in some dizzy sort of way, because he'd never been this submissive before in living memory. There's was something he needed in this, something achingly… satisfying, about just lying back, completely open, and listening to Loki murmur uselessly in his ear, both hands moving back to his hips. They were still pressed together, which felt slightly obscene because of Tony's cum but made this whole thing better, made Tony want to encourage the god and hurry him on but can barely moan, only whimpering at the end of each breath. Would have said sighing, but that was too much, especially for him.

He couldn't speak, tell Loki what was suddenly brimming on the edge of his tongue but was beaten away with each thrust. I love you, but how much could that possibly mean here? He was barely in control of what he was saying, Loki was drunk, and there'd be no point in it.

But Tony tipped his head back, sucking in a breath and struggling to let it out, looking up at the god and for once able to meet his gaze without freezing like a rabbit. God, there was so much in those eyes. Thousands of years of life and emotion, and everything Tony could possibly need in the whole damn world, all right there, looking down at him, a smile and a kiss that said I love you too, you idiot, and Tony wasn't quite sure what to do with that.

Loki didn't let up, and Tony could actually feel himself growing hard again- groaned a little and closed his eyes because it was almost painful, shouldn't happen at his age, especially considering he'd never been on the receiving end before. The god noticed too, and bent his head low to lick the soft skin around the reactor, sensitive and frightening because Tony didn't let anybody touch that, not after what happened with Obadiah. But he'd already let Loki touch it, and was agreeing to more than that by moaning and gasping, half aware he was repeating the god's name and some other forms of begging he would do his best to ignore when he thought back on this.

Loki was faltering, but only barely, and Tony couldn't help but wonder what exactly gods were built with. Whatever it was, he felt very grateful for it in that moment, was almost completely erect again and pressed upward, brought the other deeper into him and shuddered. He probably wouldn't last long a second time, but he was determined to keep up until he'd at least gotten the god to finish, whatever that he could probably keep this up for hours if he took things slowly enough.

Tony's hands fell on Loki's shoulder and pushed him upward, followed with a kiss before he could protest or ask at what he was doing. He was sitting now, legs braced on either side of the god while he situated in his lap and grit his teeth, trying to adjust to this new, deeper angle. The god gave an appreciative gasp, moved his hands from Tony's hips and pulled him in closer, practically hugging him around the middle and pressing his face against the other's neck.

"Trying new things, are we?" Loki murmured heavily, breathing hard and warm, thrusting upward and earning a low moan for the effort.

Tony tipped his head back, panting, and moved himself upward a bit, then back down over Loki's cock, bringing himself deeper around him. Okay, he could manage that, even if he was shuddering and gasping, doing his best to break the tempo of those thrusts further than he already had.

"God, I could do this forever." He moaned, bucking his hips with a cry and moving forward so that he could whisper into his lover's (that was a good term, really good) ear. "Fuck… God damn you're-hnng… perfect, this is- th-this is perfect."

And it was, there was no other possible word for it. It was all he needed, everything he'd hunted for with god knows what over the years- and he was already falling apart, crashing their lips together and moaning into them, feeling Loki's tongue in his mouth as he came again, more violently than before, clenched tight around the god with something probably closer to a wail than anything. The other rode it out, but broke the kiss, thrusting quickly and erratically for just a few more moments before spilling into Tony, his name falling past those beautiful lips (all of him was beautiful, he was beautiful) in rapid gasps.

Loki's arms went slack and Tony fell back against the bed, breathing hard and barely able to process it as the god pulled out and sunk beside him. Tony was falling asleep already, but rolled to his side and glanced over his shoulder to smile, dazed and wholly used, at Loki. A slight smile in return before he sat up wearily, and Tony frowned slightly- what exactly was he doing?- but could have laughed when he felt a blanket falling over his shoulders.

Major points for that one, because the blanket-cold and soft- was the second most comfortable thing he'd ever felt in that moment. The first being Loki as he hugged him about the stomach, chest hot and sweaty and breathing hard pressed against Tony's back as the god kissed the groove between shoulder and neck, murmured something half legible.

They were both breathing hard but quickly relaxing, Loki's eyes dazed with sleep, lips parted slightly and flushed, hair sticking to forehead and neck. Beautiful. Almost adorable, even. Tony wanted to make some snap comment about the god of mischief being cute, but his exhaustion was giving him very little choice in the matter, and he could only press his head back against the god's chest and close his eyes. Let bliss-god, he'd never felt anything like "bliss" before, it was… nice- overtake him, matched Loki's breathing as it slowed against his back, and wondered what he'd done that made him worthy of this.

A/N: I'm not sure if the fact that this is so long is a good thing or a bad thing.

Whatever. I hope you guys enjoyed this porn with something vaguely resembling a plot- I was trying to keep it from being crucial to read, in case anybody was uncomfortable with this sort of thing, but to me… dunno, had to be written. I'd worry they were moving kind of fast, but this is Tony- it wouldn't have been surprising if he'd just tackled Loki to the floor right after that first date.

Reviews are love, as always, and I promise the next chapter won't take a full week to post. _ Sorry for that little delay.