All that'd followed Tony's words went by in a blur. Like a dream they're only partly lucid, but everything feels so overstimulatingly real, every touch, every stroke, every kiss. Every voice that from them flowed, every sound every moan and throaty groan.

When they look each other is all they see, all they feel surrounds them, tranquil warmth amplifies to heat, friction between bodies and the sheets. Red sweating skin, figures in light blue so dim, shifting, rocking into each other leisurely, slowly. Faster then fervent, hard enough the bed is shaking. Breaths are ragged, panting, gasping.

Whispered sweetness, same with curses. Names shouted, vision flaring,

ecstasy…

…Then they still, lying steady side-to-side in the afterglow, silent for minutes just breathing, relishing in this act of pleasure, a show of love long awaited, anticipated, dreamed.

But it would never compare, to fantasies, thoughts of the mind, dreams.

So real this was…"That was…utterly mind-blowing."

Tony had been with many people.

Many people.

Few men and though Loki was irrefutably the best of them, there's a part in Tony very willing to argue he was the best of all. But that's likely more to how he feels for him than how actually good the sex was.

And it certainly was.

"In a very literal sense of the word," Loki grins, and grinning as well Tony turns, leans over. Facing him Loki smiles mirthfully. Together Tony puts their lips, a warm kiss and a traded, sweet smile. Closely to him Tony draws, pleased so with the play of magic that had cleaned them and the sheets. On his chest he lays his head, an ear to Loki's heart. Closer Loki pulls him, hand on his hip caressing, another kneading the arm across his chest. Naked bodies press flush against each other, warm and raw and soft. Their eyes slide shut, a languid breath inhaled of pure content, quiet so peaceful neither want to speak but feel, each other, there, solid, bare, so close if they could be closer they would.

This joy so immense they feel in Tony's thoughts makes him wonder what in the world had taken them so long.

[You,] said mind responds

and there he frowns.

In his arms he sees truly, feels it deep inside acknowledging how badly and for how long he'd yearned for this, him. The sole regret within for all but the time he'd kept them waiting, him because so obviously Loki had reciprocated all he was feeling why hadn't that been clearer? So perceptive he claims to be why hadn't he sooner believed it?

There is an answer glaring – hot-heatedly he refutes, because even with her there were thoughts of him that should never be, were wrong with her to be.

Thoughts…like a question time and again he'd pondered asking: "…When was the last time you had sex?" until now never had because in certainty he knows it's been two years, ponders were it longer before.

This was not the reason he's never asked.

The very first time that inquiry to his mind had come Loki was sat to his side, listening, watching as he explained the perks of the phone he out-of-the-blue decided to offer. Reasons Loki hadn't much questioned; Tony's always been quite spontaneous. Then half-through listing down the phone's many features, quipped the latter: '-you wanna look up porn, I won't judge,' laughing abruptly at the apparently very amusing jape. Smirking Loki had shaken his head at the man's utter lack of shame, as he sooner resumed speaking.

And though Loki was aware verily that his activity on digital objects particularly was monitored, or at least could be, by Tony, still he had in fact looked it up. Dare Tony speak of it and he'd mock the term and all he'd found based upon it: such poorly faked theatricals worth a substantial amount of ridicule.

Though he understands what it's for…why the genre exists, to what aim.

And should Tony comment and Loki would jeer, this the former would likely attempt to explain. Now that certainly wasn't a topic they should open…So many paths it could've led to.

Though Tony rarely actually looks up Loki's activity, he hadn't caught those scarce searchings – without them even still he asks, himself but never Loki and never topics as these with him because indeed…

To wonder at Loki's level of pent-up frustration, then an inclination so peculiar, so mind-staggering how he ponders solutions to Loki's never spoken of 'dilemma', once even thought to host a home party. Fury would've raged, sure, but when he found out. He was certain he'd be quick enough to pair Loki with a match close quite to his standards, fast enough that when Fury does interject the deed's been done.

But then…

…the flash of an image in contemplation, brief just picturing Loki with…someone else, ending sharply the entire line of thought altogether.

…Later instances the notion appears but there are no propositions lying in frame of this incomprehensible urge to help Loki meet his needs, the solutions are no longer 'exterior'.

…

In the picture…

…it's him.

It's them…

That was the issue.

That was why he'd never asked.

Because whatever Loki's answer, likely he'd respond more thoughtless and compulsive than to care at all for the repercussions.

Loki wouldn't have either.

If Tony had opened that door with just that question, Loki would've stepped with him in wordless.

At times so much harder this was, these thoughts so vivid, a craving for each other that could grow so strong, from a dream in sleep that in wake lingers so difficult to suppress how in it they were feeling, expressions or positions or body parts they'd glance at on each other that leaves them sometimes staring, a moment in private by themselves relieving some of that stress, with in mind one another…

Damn that at times they notice, a fixed gaze caught that quickly looks away, a fluster faint that paints their face, tension so stiff at times eye-contact was avoided, an incentive should one had hinted that they'd noticed to a bed they'd had promptly made haste.

"Why? Was I rusty?" Loki quips to Tony's question, expects the wide-eyed gaze because obviously Tony hadn't been questioning his performance, not the way he'd so colorfully expressed his satisfaction with every little motion Loki'd made.

"Rusty?!" when he looks on Loki's lips lies a teasing smirk. Grinning broadly he leans closer, "You. Were fantastic," said flirtatiously then to Loki's mouth putting his, a long, playful kiss. Pull away and Loki's smiling widely, hand to the back of Tony's head pushing down again to taste his lips. Melt together quickly, kissing now deeply where on his side Loki turns, pressing Tony flush against him, slipping between his teeth his tongue, taking hungrily his mouth.

Tony moans, grounds his hips in Loki's. Between their mouths the latter inhales sharply. Between fervent kisses Tony mutters lowly: "How about another go?" responded to solely by a harder, bruising kiss.