It started out with a few hesitant kisses, and that was only because of Loki's shifting to the top. Tony gave a grunt, seeing as though this was not at all his usual spot. He soon lost the need to argue against it, however, because Loki began pressing harder kisses onto his lips.

It seemed like the god threw his worries to the wind, too.

Loki was hasty bringing Tony's shirt up over his head, running his hands over the tanned skin of the man beneath him. Tony grunted as the icy hands traveled all over his upper body, and he tugged off Loki's scarf, the only article of clothing he could pull away.

"You're too overdressed for this." He muttered as if having to explain his logic. Loki sat back then, straddling the inventor as he shrugged off his coat and pulled his shirt off of himself, revealing a scarred expanse of pale, seemingly glowing skin.

"Does this seem better to you, Mr Stark?" Loki whispered, leaning in close to lick the shell of Tony's ear. The genius shuddered and nodded, kissing the corner of Loki's jaw. The trickster let his cool, long fingers trail over the arc reactor, tracing lines around it and causing shivers to run down Tony's spine, shivers only Pepper made possible.

It was that momentary flick of hurt that made Loki falter.

"Do you not-"

"You'd better prove me wrong sometime soon, or I'll take over in a heartbeat," Tony said, his voice thick with fake menace. Well, as fake as it could be. Half of it wasn't as fabricated as he made it sound. He would not let Loki stop this again. Third time's the charm, and he'd hoped to keep up to that saying. Loki paused, his face surprised and... Kind of cute. His eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth wasturned down a bit, but not in a frown. Then, the god regained his composure, as if just now remebering he was a shirtless man on top of another shirtless man. It was amazing how annoyed he'd gotten at the little comment.

"I think not," he said, returning his hands from the bed to Tony's chest, moving away from the reactor to the sides. He bit lightly -but hard enough to make some sort of tension rise between them- on the column of Tony's throat. The inventor let out a groan, more of a slightly frustrated sigh, as Loki's fingers rubbed circles, softly, over his nipples. The slow grinding of their hips combined with the stimulation on his chest almost drove Tony insane. Loki's face was flushed as he led wet trails down Tony's neck with the tip of his tongue, then kissed him hard, tongues twisting and teeth scraping skin. They traded soft, subtle moans as the friction between their hips increased, and the sensuality of the kisses becaome more heated, more ragged and more impossible to keep control.

Silently, Tony wished Loki would lose control so he could take over, but - "Oh, Loki yes" - the thought vanished as Loki's mouth moved down to the hem of Tony's pants and paused at the obstruction. He brought his hands down to loop his fingers through the beltloops and yanked downwards. The Iron Man's jeans slipped off of his hips, and he sucked in a breath as Loki pulled down his boxers to reveal his slightly throbbing hard on. He couldn't hide the moan that slipped involuntarily from his lips as the god's lips enveloped his member, that sinful tongue tracing swirls along the bottom as he slowly began to dip his head, then lifted it. Dipping, lifting, dipping, lifting...

Tony laced his fingers through Loki's unseemly soft hair, as if to push him farther, but was quickly rebuked by a slap to his hand. Loki slowly, painfully, pulled off, glaring at the inventor. "Do not, for a second, believe that you may push even my head. Especially since you think me a princess." He looked up at Tony through his dark lashes, green showing up from the haze of darkness, and dragged his tongue over his slit, eliciting a moan from Tony.

"Whatever you say, princess," he whispered, his voice breathy as Loki teased him more. He felt his climax nearing, then retreating, and it made him even more frustrated.

"Have you tired from my games yet, silly mortal?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish me to be more straitforward?"

"Yes."

"And you won't say a word, won't even make a sound?" A mischievious smile curled at Loki's lips.

"YES."

"Good." Loki immediately dropped down, making Tony stifle a moan under his arm. Loki's smile only grew.

He continued, trying to get a vocal responce from the inventor. Oncehe'd gone deeper, his lack of a gag reflex suprising Tony, and almost brought upon Tony's release, the Iron Man let out a soft moan. that was enough for Loki, apparently, because he pulled off, and giggled softly. Tony whined quietly, and Loki just pressed his two forefingers to the man's lips. "Say 'ahh'." Tony obliged, letting his tongue slide in between the digits. He sucked lightly at them, and Loki had to press his lips together to contain the soft noise building in the back of his throat.

Loki pulled his fingers out then, and used his free hand to spread Tony's thighs. For a moment, the genius wondered what Loki was do- OH. His entrance was suddenly greeted with Loki's saliva-slicked forefinger, slowly pushing through, as if suddenly wary he'd injure the man. After a minute, he added the second one, and Tony hissed out a groan, wanting to push Loki's fingers deeper. The god obliged, scissoring his fingers in and out until Tony had only the slightest about of composure to bite his lip and glare halfheartedly at the god.

Said god took the hint, but not for the sole reason that Tony wanted it, but he wanted it, too. Loki slid his pants off, almost eager to let his own erection out of it's prison, of sorts. Tony took one look, then blinked. "I'll never call you princess again." He was awarded with a somewhat smug look, then, with the little reserves he'd been storing up over the weeks -which would have been a tad bit bigger if he hadn't started hsi two week fast- he lubed his cock before pressing the head at the entrance.

Tony huffed out a small sigh, impatient for Loki to enter him. He'd almost said 'Just fuck me already," had he not realized that the god mayget a little upset about the word choice. However, he didn't need to worry long because Loki had decided that, okay, I'm done teasing, I'm aching as hard as you are right now so here we GO deep as he could go. Tony yelped in surprise, gripping the sheets beneath him as Loki began pulling back, pushing in deep once again.

The Iron Man couldn't keep his composure any longer. As Loki brought up the pace, Tony lost his ability to keep his thoughts trapped in his mind. He yelled out "Fuck! Yes, right there..." as Loki hit his sweet spot. The god ignored it, concentrating on hitting that same spot. Actually, in Tony's mind, hitting was the right word. Pulverizing was more like it. It was delicious, hearing the soft grunts from the god above him, and the litany of curses that spewed from his lips only seemed to spur Loki to go harder.

At one point, Tony gripped his abandoned member and started pumping himself. Loki looked at the absolute mess of a man beneath him, and that drove him over the edge. He released after a moment inside Tony, who responded by coming all over both of their stomachs moments after. Ignoring the warm wetness, Loki lowered himself onto Tony's chest, his head resting on the inventor's shoulder. He breathed shallow breaths into Tony's neck, tickling him.

"Alright, you won," Tony muttered beneath him, not even sure the god was still conscious. "but next time, I won't let you top me again. Literally."

In answer, Loki snorted. They both drifted in and out of sleep, with Thanos's words echoing in Loki's head.
He ignored them, however. He wouldn't fear harming Tony anymore. It seemed like Thanos was trying to drive a wrench between them, but they ignored it. He was happy, he was sure Tony was happy, and that was all that mattered.

At least, that was all that mattered, for now.

I'm a disgrace. I can't write smut. Please shoot me in the hands, so I don't have to write anymore. I'm sorry if you were just like, 'Da fuck?' Throughout this whole chapter, I was kind of feeling bad about myself. EVEN THOUGH SOMEONE REALLY FLIPPING AMAZING LEFT A REVIEW THAT BROUGHT ME TO TEARS. Also, I know I made a few spelling mistakes, I can't... I can't grammar Nazi properly today. But yeah, better chapter later-meaning tomorrow- I promise. Sorry about this disappointment. UnU All da loooves...