I'm really sorry about this one. No, I'm serious this time. People keep asking me to continue this, and for some reason, I keep obliging! Um, I guess I'll point out now that the rating changed? It's M now. Because of RAMPANT GAY SEX THAT FOLLOWS THIS AN SO TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT AND YEAH.
Loki trailed his hands down Tony's sides, pleased that the clothing hadn't been replaced the night before so there were no layers between them that would have to be dealt with. He could feel all of Tony pressing down on him, pinning his hips in place and placing pressure just so.
He loved that feeling, that idea of being restricted by his partner. Loved the weight and pressure and delicious friction. Don't misunderstand him, he knew who was in control. And he'd make that fact known soon enough.
But for now, he'd let Stark believe he was taking control of the situation. Just for a while.
He swept his hands down Tony's sides once more to stop at his hips as their lips crushed together. He relished the feel of the goosebumps that rose in the wake of his searching fingers.
An involuntary smirk found its way to his lips as Tony moved to his neck, sucking hard enough to bruise a normal human. But of course, Loki was no normal human. And with that smirk, he knew that was the moment to make his move.
Loki took control, flipping them over, so that he now pressed down on Tony. Stark's legs spread for him, welcoming him.
"Well, then," Tony said in breathless surprise. Loki couldn't really blame him; the man was used to nameless women adhering to his every whim when they were in bed. But he was with the god of mischief, now, and Loki adhered to the will of none.
Tony's reply was a quirked eyebrow as the trickster leaned down to go for the man's neck. He found the pulse point and sucked, hearing the moan turn to a cry in his throat as Loki gripped Tony's hair and pulled.
The man was used to women giving him what he wanted. Now he had someone demanding that he adhere to their will. And the look surprise and borderline confusion that flashed in his eyes in his eyes was completely worth it.
Loki said nothing, though he held Tony's gaze firmly with dark eyes as he reached down, fingers pressing at Stark's entrance. The man took in a sharp breath, but Loki's fingers were gone before he could fully comprehend them there. They returned soon, though, this time two of them pressing in, going further then scissoring, only to leave again. Tony would have squirmed, but under Loki's gaze, he found most movement impossible.
Loki's long fingers returned, two of them scissoring before adding a third. Stark took in a sharp breath and let out a small moan. He tried to stifle it, but Loki's eyes flashed wickedly at the sound.
With movements so smooth that Tony found them just a bit disconcerting, Loki leaned over and reached for the lube in the drawer next to the bed. He was aware of Stark's eyes following his every move, drinking him in, as he went through the motions. He set his face in the barest hint of his mischievous smirk as he squeezed it out of the bottle and onto one of his hands. He made a show of it, rubbing his hands together and reaching down with one hand to slick himself with the substance. He allowed himself a brief moment to take in the feeling, to shiver as the cold gel touched the sensitive flesh and moved closer to his body heat. He usually ran cold, though Stark could manage to work him up enough that he ran hot.
Damn him.
With the hand he wasn't using to touch himself, he reached back down to Tony, fingers once again finding his entrance, though his eyes hadn't left Stark's since he began his little show with the lube.
He spread his fingers again, going a bit further than he'd gone during his preparations and allowing himself to smirk a bit fuller when Tony's eyes closed at the sensation.
"Are you ready?" he asked, voice low and husky. Almost sinister. He saw goosebumps rise on the man's forearms at his words, but his eyes didn't open. His only answer was a jerky nod and a shaky breath.
Loki took a breath for himself, steadying himself and preparing for it, aligned himself, then pressed in. Both of them gasped in unison; Tony gasped at the feeling of being filled completely by Loki while Loki gasped at the feeling of being surrounded, Tony's tight heat enveloping and welcoming him.
They both paused for a moment, eyes closed, adjusting. The only sound was the few ragged breaths they were both taking.
Loki was the first to move, first to change. His eyes burst open, eyebrows slanting dangerously, and then he began. He pulled out slowly, until only his head was still covered, then rammed back in, hearing a gasp of shock from Tony and a vague slap as the god's thighs struck the man's ass.
Loki could feel it building within him, like a cauldron boiling over. The heat was spreading and his movements were becoming quicker, sloppier, more sporadic. He struggled to keep his movements steady and even, but it was getting harder.
Finally, he stopped resisting and, with a final thrust, he came with a cry of, "LOKI'D!"