Tony is at a pool party for some (unimportant) celebrity that has spent the better part of the last month attempting to get Tony's attention when Loki pulls out what has to be one of Tony's favorites by far.
He's lounging on a deck chair, glued to his phone, when Loki strolls up. Enough time had passed in their little game or them both to establish just how Tony will be able to recognize his lover.
"Drink, Mr. Stark?" Tony glances up from his phone to find Loki's eyes staring down from a buxom redhead in a green and black bikini with bronze fastenings, a bright blue martini in one hand and a scotch in the other. What catches his eyes are the tattoos. Detailed Celtic designs that wraps around her toned torso and draw his eyes down…
Suddenly the scotch is being dangled in his face.
"See something you like?" Loki purrs, giving the glass a little shake.
With a smirk Tony takes the offered glass and shamelessly watches as Loki settles herself (himself? Tony still wasn't sure about the pronouns) on the lounge chair next to his hip and stretches out mile long legs.
Definitely his favorite.
They spent the rest of the party flirting circles around each other yet Tony hasn't had the chance to touch, Loki dipping and dodging just out of reach with the grace of a cat every time he attempts, and Loki's coy come-hither gaze isn't helping. It's late when they finally go home, slipping away and into the car amid the shutters and flashes of the paparazzi. Loki crawls in first and sprawls across the seat, legs in Tony's lap, grinning.
"So, what do you think the gossip blogs will have to say tomorrow?"
"Who cares?" The expanse of smooth, tanned skin in his lap is much more enticing and really it can never be said that Tony isn't skilled with his hands.
When they get home and stumble their way up to the bedroom Tony ties Loki's hand t the headboard with the bikini and traces every curve and line of the tattoos with his mouth. He keeps Loki's hips pinned to the bed as he does so, enjoying the way she twists and writhes against him. Loki doesn't plead or beg, not once, not even when Tony finally lets one hand dip low and the litany of curses turns into Tony, Tony Tony, oh fuck, fuck, Tony.