Tony hardly blinks as he's pushed into the back of an achingly neon green Volkswagen .
He forgets to blink when he discovers that it's purple inside, there's no passenger seat, and a petit man with a ten pound mustache in a flaming red suit is behind the wheel.
"To the Bellisade, Harry." When Loki stretches his endless legs with an orgasmic sigh Tony understands why there's no passenger seat.
"But what about the party, Mr. Lauff?" His voice is possibly the most stereotypically English voice that Tony has ever heard. His mustache twitches and Tony starts to wonder if this is all some sort of pre-death hallucination, and he's actually laying in a ditch in the road somewhere spaced out of his mind.
"Perhaps, later. It's only two. The night is young. Have you got my candy, Harry?"
"Under the seat, Mr. Lauff."
"Far out."
Tony watches as Loki pulls a large silk satchel out from beneath his seat. He opens it and sticks two fingers inside.
"Now Tony, close your eyes and open your mouth."
Tony has a feeling his inability to say no to that voice isn't going to end as good for him as it started, but he does as he's told.
"Do you want to play a game?"
Tony nods and the next thing he knows there is a finger and a pill in his mouth. The finger glides against his tongue and leaves the chalky little round pill behind.
"Swallow, baby."
Tony dry swallows and nearly gags and the next thing he knows the cold mouth of a bottle is pressed against his lips and red wine is being poured down his throat.
He's still coughing when Loki kisses him, and he tastes like expensive tobacco and seems to suck the coughs out of his throat.
"My turn." Announces Loki finally and passes the silk bag to Tony, who only stares at it.
"What are these?" He asks and Loki laughs with delight.
"Could be anything!"
Tony watches, almost unable to suppress his horror, as Loki takes three from the bag and puts them in his palm.
"I like their composition." He announces seriously before knocking them back with at least half of the bottle of wine.
Tony hopes his heart is pounding because he's nervous.
"What did you think of the show?" Loki asks and Tony hasn't a clue what to say. He watches the light of passing cars reflect in those two green eyes and looks at the flash of gleaming white leg through the white fur. Loki puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it for him.
Tony inhales and something about the nicotine unhinges his tongue.
"Transcendent." He says and hardly takes the time to wonder where that word came from.
Loki looks shocked enough for them both.
Transcendent?" He murmurs and Tony nods.
"I've never, I haven't, It wasn't, I just, there's nothing like you. Never has been. Never will b—"
And suddenly lithe soft lips are pressed against his own, moving and tasting and teasing and Tony wants to bite.
He lets his hands work over the front of Loki's coat, trying to find the fastenings, but the infuriating bastard is being no help whatsoever.
Tony's frustrating quest ends with his unoccupied hand tangling with Loki's own as Loki's tongue slides wetly against his own.
"Oi! This's a company car!" Yells Harry and suddenly Tony registers that something's burning.
He's pressed his cigarette through the leather of the seat, and left a smoldering scar behind.
He feels Loki laugh before he sees it, and it sounds like its coming from far away. Before he can wonder why it sounds like Loki's laughing from the other side of a tunnel he's sprawled across his lap, nearly drowning in fur.
"I'm gonna have to keep a tighter leash on you, puppy, you're dangerous."
"Whyze everyone keep callin me that?" Tony's tongue feels heavy.
"Have you seen yourself lately, darling?"
Tony looks at his own hands and it looks like he's looking at them through foggy glass.
"Half-naked and mincing about all alone? Sassy little twink with eyes like they came fresh out of the oven, flirting with anything on legs?"
Tony wants to disagree but he's misplaced his body and he's pretty sure all of the bones he would have used for disagreement are in there.
"You're a walking advertisement. Begging to be housebroken."
There are hands on his collarbone, rubbing circles of electricity which jolt his entire body out of lassitude and Tony gasps and swears he can feel sparks of life itself dancing in his bloodstream.
Those clever fingers are pulling on his nipples and he swears all of that fur is rubbing his skin against the grain when suddenly—-
"Oh yes, just like that." Says Loki. "Nice and loud for me."
It's like Loki can somehow will sound into existence, because it's only as his moans reverberate off of the car's roof that Tony realizes he'd been making any noise at all.
Mmmmmm.
Oh god.
Please.
"I wonder what would happen if I did this."
And before Tony can ask that wicked mouth is sucking and pulling and the point of a tooth is digging down onto his hard and swollen nipple.
The more Loki tugs the more it aches and the louder Tony whines.
"So sensitive." Loki stops to remark and Tony doesn't know if he's relieved or upset that he's stopped.
"Has anyone ever—"
"We're here, Mr. Lauff."
Tony vaguely registers the change in scenery as he's pulled out of the car.
"Goodbye mustache?" He says to no one in particular as Loki leads him into the lobby.
Layla: Exactly! I'm glad somebody else has realized this. It's actually a major part of my fixation. In all of my fandoms I always find the one pairing with the thousand year old dude. hahaha.
Thanks everyone for your kind words! The response to this little story makes me glow like a newly pregnant woman. Literally. Here be the 'more' you hath requested!