Loki fell onto the mess of his own release under the weight of his own orgasm and Tony who had collapsed on top of him. He could feel the engineer resting his head between Loki's shoulder blades, having pulled out of Loki only seconds ago. His chest was heaving and Loki tried to keep pace with his breaths, imagining they were somehow closer.
The god couldn't really think. His mind was white fuzz, but his body was a livewire. His legs were still thrown wide and his cock was trapped in a nearly painful position. Tony's hand was on the back of Loki's neck almost massaging it as his fingers flexed and relaxed repeatedly.
Tony eventually moved away from him and Loki tried to push down how much he hated his sudden absence. He heard clothes being pulled back on and a zipper, but Tony didn't leave, instead leaning against the stained window.
Loki slowly turned onto his side, facing him. He used the left over shambles of his pants to clean off his face, ruined shirt, and ground. He'd use magic to put himself back together again, but he was too strung out to properly perform a spell.
"Get me a," Tony took in a deep breath, "bottle of bourbon." He ordered and Loki nodded shakily. Carefully he pushed himself up to his hands and knees, knowing he wouldn't be able to properly walk even with his best effort.
Cooling semen escaped his fluttering hole, lazily gliding down his inner thigh. Part of his ripped pants was still intact around his ankle, dragging behind him as he crawled towards the bar. He pulled himself up with one of the barstools and felt even more semen trickled down his leg. He grabbed a bottle and a handful of cocktail napkins.
He fell back to his knees, sliding the bottle easily across the marble ground and to Tony. The engineer caught it and took a long swig. He vaguely gestured for the god to come back over. Loki cleaned up his mess as he crawled to him. Tony patted the spot beside him.
Tony sighed before setting aside the bottle. It clinked loudly.
Loki could see the drying sweat on Tony's forehead and that his lip looked liked it had been split recently, as if someone had punched him. Tony's head was leaning against the window, eyes trained on the ceiling, or perhaps one of Jarvis' sensors.
"Tony…" Loki didn't know what he was going to say. He just wanted to be acknowledged. Tony glanced sideways at him, sighing again.
"Lay down." Tony's sounded tired and tapped his thigh. Loki easily read his intentions, laying his head in Tony's lap. Loki idly touched his jeans, right over Tony's knee, not letting him feel his light touch. Tony grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Loki tensed, but was quickly released.
Tony began combing through Loki's tussled hair, slowly working out knots.
"I thought you said…" Loki began, but didn't want to finish his sentence, lest he broke whatever spell Tony was under.
"This was a mistake. This is a mistake." Tony said and Loki curled up slightly, pressing himself further against Tony's thigh. "Everything about this is a mistake." Tony mumbled and Loki cringed getting hard again.
"I'm sorry."
"I know." Tony took another swig of the bourbon. He set aside the bottle and looked into Loki's green eyes. "Lay on the ground, on your back." Loki complied immediately, already excited. "Cross your arms above your head. Perfect." The compliment made Loki want to squirm, but he kept still. Something about the way Tony was looking at him made Loki's heart hammer harder than ever. "Don't move." Tony pulled Loki's shirt up, revealing his torso while simultaneously covering his face. Loki automatically gripped the hem when it was in his reach, keeping the shirt in place.
Loki bit his lip to keep from panting pathetically. This wasn't the first time he's been deprived of his sight by Tony, but it had been so long.
Tony's hands traced over Loki's contours. He could barely feel his touch, but he could feel his warmth.
"Oh Lokes, if only you were a bit less insane." A hand closed around his throat, loose yet firm. Loki's breath hitched. "If only I was a better person." There was something in Tony's voice that almost scared Loki. He could sense the engineer hovering over him, just inches away, could feel his breath through the fabric of the shirt. Dim light filtered through the cloth and he could see Tony's profile leaning in closer…
It was so light, probably didn't even happen, but maybe- he thought that- but no. Tony would never kiss him, not even through the fabric of a shirt.
Tony pulled away from him, grabbing the bottle of bourbon. Loki could hear him stand. He wanted to see the expression on his face, but knew if he moved he'd be punished. Tony's footfalls as he walked away made Loki feel cold inside.
"Go get cleaned up then make dinner. Pepper won't be home till tomorrow night." Tony ordered, his voice growing distant. Loki didn't move at first, not wanting the moment to end. He had to though.
Loki rolled his shirt back down, biting his lip to keep from crying.
Tony was right. If only Loki wasn't so insane maybe then… but there was always Ms. Potts and she was perfection.
He was calm enough to use his magic again and his legs were under his control once more. He slowly stood, using his magic to sweep clean the area. Green wisped around the room, removing the smudges on the window and drying come from the ground. His ripped pants disappeared along with the used cocktail napkins. He teleported back to his bathroom rather than walking, not wanting to expend anymore of his waning physical energy.
Loki stared at himself in the mirror briefly. His skin was still flushed and a bruise was fading from the side of his face. He showered quickly and changed into the tight jeans that Tony usually favored him in, as well as a soft long sleeved shirt.
At least by the time he reached the kitchen again the steaks were well marinated.
For anyone who is interested I posted three one-shots that go with this series called Don't Blink, Playing Shrink, and Just Another Drink, but I posted them to my AO3 account. The link is at the very top of my profile.