Opting for dinner off the bat and generally unaware of the next move, mid-dressing it hits Tony that this is a date, his first with Loki. There's a pang of panic which he swats off quickly, composing his nerves that seemed insistent on behaving as though the body they inhabit is that of a jittery teen.
He'll most certainly not stare for another minute of the eight he had at his row of dress shirts, or ties, he'll not sweep the brush through his hair for a thirteenth time, he'll not third apply cologne, he'll stop scrutinizing his cuffs and collar, he'll step out that door and act fine. It's just Loki.
Loki who'd near set fire to his closet for lack of eligible wear, despite his wardrobe being quite extravagant.
In the garage they meet again and the way they dressed it isn't new, but seemed the effort they put by each was noticed, and they couldn't stop staring, admiring, flirting.
At one of Tony's favored high-end restaurants they arrive, take a lift up to the 20th then ushered in by a waiter to Stark's usual table, closest to the windows with floor-to-ceiling view of Central Park, furthest set from other patrons.
They're handed menus and asked on wine brand that Tony names and dates, has already decided on a dish but pretends still to browse till Loki found a pick, caught between two stones where on an end he suspects Loki knows not what half the menu pertains and would not ask because it's Loki, to be of this disregarding in preference of preserving Loki's ego, or placing in aid recommendations and risk coming off as imposing. But Loki sooner selects and Tony tells himself to stop overthinking, stop fidgeting.
It gets easier when the formalities're set aside and it's just them again.
Although.
"You know," says Loki, "Fury's had men tailing us since we left the tower." Tony smirks, throwing a glance at the pair in black playing customers mid-room.
"I know. If it'll help him sleep at night, let em stalk. We're not doing anything conspicuous. For now," there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that always infects Loki, grinning knavish. A thought hits Tony suddenly and more serious he says: "Unless they're bothering you, I can-"
"Tsk. I don't care," Loki waves dismissively, then smirks, eyes of trouble on Tony gleaming. "Besides," Tony looks to the hand that's come to rest atop his, slim fingers draw light circles on its back before up Loki pulls his hand. "They won't be comfortable for too long," Loki plants a kiss top Tony's knuckles and Tony smiled bashful, heat crawling up his cheeks then with his thumb brushed softly the line of Loki's jaw, says smirking:
"Mm, if we keep it up, you might catch one cringe." Loki feels beneath the table motion, Tony's foot trailing up his leg and his greens on the man darken, his smile wanton.
"If we keep it up, we'll be thrown out before dinner." Tony grins wide.
"Can't. I own the place." Loki laughed loudly.
Of course he does.
XXX
"Wanna ruffle some feathers?" Tony'd asked as they made for the car after. Loki gave him a look.
"Always." The latter grinned, climbing in behind the wheel.
They made for the movies, and Tony'd booked an entire theater room just for them.
Which meant the agents couldn't follow.
At first they were actually watching, Gravity, and Tony hadn't been to the movies since as long as he could remember, kept grumbling about how the popcorn back home never tasted like that of cinemas, insisting he'll uncover the secret and replicate it.
Loki'd smile and pull him closer, peck the top of his head and accord playful that he will surely.
Intermission paused the film and as he made for the restroom Tony was not blind to the fact that the man behind the snack bar'd changed. They were irritable, he was sure, as they could neither see nor hear them.
And that had turned convenient enough, for in the second half what sweet motions of hand-stroking, digits twining, wrist grazing sooner claimed their full focus. And the notion of public sex, with Loki, overran Tony's mind, thoughts and urges that upon he acted, exciting Loki's thrill-seeking nature.
Very abruptly it didn't matter when or where nor how, all that did was what they wanted and they wanted each other, each to bring the other to his edge and watch him come to it, feel his pleasure and be the cause of it, do it despite what was and wasn't appropriate, in spite of everyone and what they'd think or say – they didn't care; it only drove them.
Unfinished they left the movie, grinning and glowing like drunk teens and to Tony Loki leaned in, whispered: "Want to try something fun?"
"Always."
XXX
Thirty minutes and they had another man step into the restrooms. He searched the stalls again as the last agent. They were nowhere inside and nowhere in sight.
Camera feed was pulled up; they'd gone in but never out. Called in, Nick was quite indifferent.
Loki pulled one. What's new?
XXX
To each other they looked the same but to others wore different faces, fifteen minutes from the building they walked, near an alley changed back giggling.
Then to a bar closeby Tony walked them hand in Loki's, taking up the challenge to get Loki drunk on Midgard's colorful alcohol selection.
Several varied and all potent shots later Loki was just barely tipsy, and Tony was wholly hammered, whined it was unfair and Loki laughed, hauled him off the bar to a cab.
The cab driver noticed Stark and started questions, to which Loki told him to quiet and stated smirking the genius was not in a state to speak let alone just keep his eyes open, sat upright solely through Loki's aid.
They shuffled into the tower and once within Loki spared them the effort and swept Tony off his feet. The latter'd exclaimed as Loki made towards the lift and in, pressing a random guest room floor.
"This is…very unbecoming," Tony noted and Loki laughed breathily.
"Want me to put you down?" he prompted wryly.
"No, no," laughed again as Tony clung tighter on, hid his face in the crook of Loki's neck and Loki held him firmer.
Tony moaned and mumbled as to the room Loki walked them, traced kisses along the side of his face, his neck, whispered in his ear sweet or dirty words and Loki smiled, caught his lips once or twice struggling in a line that's straight to move.
They toppled onto bed and Loki worked to strip them, a task Tony was making rather tricky as he tugged at his lover, planting kisses wherever he could. He wanted to play but he was worn and Loki told him, then he was pouting and pulling Loki closer, needn't do more for all he had was to Loki say: 'I want you', look at him in the dark chest glowing, lighting up his face that was flushed in a so riveting red hue, black lashes shading deep browns of such affection that Loki could not refuse them anything. He kissed him, pleased him, cherished every sound that escaped him. In the night brought him to his chest closer, grip strong, and through the night did not release him.