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So this is a filler chapter, with smut... enjoy!
You could say life was good.
And it was, if you only thought about sex, relaxing, coffee, food…
But then you had to remember that one little thing. The little piece of shit that somehow had a name: Richard Weissborn. Tony would have been fine and dandy going on with his life and ever forgetting the name, banishing it from ever placing foot in his thoughts. Though somehow, that was impossible and Tony vowed to make such thing able to happen.
But when technology was still rising, he could not, so he had to actually deal with it.
He had to get his lazy ass out of bed and deal with it.
But Loki was so warm.
Do you want your secret revealed to the world?
Fuck it, if he could just sleep.
He untangled himself from the dark blue bed spread and stretched his arms out far, maybe, or maybe not, hitting Loki in the face purposely and waking him. The black haired man groaned and turned to his side, swatting away the offending arm against the bridge of his nose.
Tony sat up and glanced at the other. The sun was just shining through the drapes, and the light illuminated every sharp aspect of the pale man's face. His eyelashes cast large shadows down his cheeks, his noses doing the same to his mouth, and his long limbs were perfectly placed to give him the angelic form.
The peacefulness didn't stop Tony though, and after one deep breathe in, he exclaimed,
"Wakey wakey, artichokey! What a lovely morning it is! Come on! Get up and make me some breakfast." He leaned over to shake the groaning man's shoulders, who swatted weakly. "Then we have to talk." The last sentence had the desired effect and Loki seemed to fully awaken, blinking his eyes open and sitting up to roll his shoulders back and release the kinks.
"What do you mean talk." The man said around a yawn and shot a glance at the sly brunette.
"That's what you caught from that? Make breakfast first, then I'll tell you." He leaped out of bed before Loki could slap him.
His naked form strutted to the bathroom and he liked to imagine Loki's eyes following for every second of it. As he relieved himself, brushed his teeth, and gave a quick wash down to his slightly smelly skin, he contemplated what he would say to the man in the other room. He didn't have as long as he wished since Loki was soon up himself and in the bathroom.
Not that he didn't mind, because Loki was wicked with his tongue.
He moaned into the kiss he was received and tilted his head back when Loki started nipping down his chin to lay kisses on his flushed neck. He felt the man's growing erection on his stomach, and realized they were still bare. A flash of the same desire he had last night came to life and he licked his lips before pushing the other man back a tad.
Loki had a slight frown on his face, which quickly turned into an expression of fabulous glory as Tony seductively bent down to position himself on his knees. At first, he only touched, though nowhere near the shaft jutting from a thick patch of black hair. He started at his thighs, stroking up and down, then trailed a finger around his bellybutton and hipbone. As Loki thrust forward a couple times, begging with his body language and not words, Tony smirked and finally put his hand on what he had been not so quietly salivating over.
The whole time, he was looking at Loki's face, his blown pupils and mouth, gaping, taking in a lung full of air. And when he touched the tip of his tongue, lightly and teasingly against the tip of the erection, the effect was marvelous. The flush that crept up the man's neck, then cheeks, and the silent moan that jerked his throat muscles made Tony all the hotter. Next, he licked up the shaft and gripped lightly to the base, stroking idly while he wet the hard flesh. And when Loki was barely able to keep in his noises of pleasure, some creeping out in low vibrating moans, Tony took him deep, gagging before getting used of the feeling of the large cock stretching his throat.
The wait was over and he finally had what he so desired. The feeling was exquisite as he moaned around the bulging organ and tried to get as much down his throat as possible. His senses tingled as Loki jerked inside his mouth and began to thrust his hips slowly, then faster as the pleasure continued to soar. The wet suction around his cock was bliss. From whom did Tony learn…?
His orgasm arrived quickly and he came in great gushes into Tony's inviting mouth. He felt Tony suck and lick up the drops of his release and if he hadn't just orgasmed, he would have came right then and there.
Once he was finished licking up the mess from his lips, Tony looked up and grinned. "Now that's why I like you." He stood up and turned back to the bathroom counter, picking up a razor to begin trimming his beard. He acted as if nothing had happened and Loki stared on in amazement before catching himself and returning to the bedroom.
Tony followed soon after and found his counterpart already dressed and reading a book.
"Didn't I say something about breakfast earlier?" Tony asked as he shimmied on a pair of boxers and sweats.
"If I remember correctly, I am not your maid." Loki said nonchalantly, flipping a page in his book.
Tony pouted, but before he could retort with something witty, Loki beat him to the punch. "And from what I assume of last night, you are the girl in the relationship."
Annnd, there you go :P
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