Even the room is gold and Tony feels like he's in some kind of strange fantasy land as Loki picks him up and pins him against the wall, forcing him to wrap his legs around his hips.
He feels Loki's cock strain against his own and groans.
He hums low and deep in his chest and Tony swears he can feel it run along the length of every last one of his nerves.
Tony experimentally shifts to get more friction against his cock. It feels so good that he does it again. And again.
"Do you like humping my leg, puppy?"
Suddenly there are hands squeezing his ass and Tony doesn't know what to do with himself.
"I'm gonna get you nice and ready to take all of this."
Tony finds one of his hands wrapped around Loki's cock and jesus christ, it's huge.
"Now, don't you look up at me with your sad eyes, by the time I'm through with you you'll be begging for it. You're. So. Sensitive."
Tony didn't think he was. He'd been good with girls. About half the time he could last as long as he wanted, and by his reckoning that's pretty fucking impressive for a kid whose not even twenty.
"Though so pretty when you're frightened."
And suddenly their naked, stretched out on a bed. Loki's stroking and Tony's gasping and he hasn't any idea how they got there. They're naked and Tony feels like he's burning.
There is a single, warm wet finger circling his hole.
Tony feels himself tremble and his hole twitch toward that digit as every last inch of him demands to be filled.
The knowledge that even his body is aching for it steals his breath. He abstractly wonders if he's going to cry before that sliver of blissful relief is plunging inside him.
"Oh." He cried and Loki smirks.
"You really have never done this before have you?"
Tony begins to shake his head but it ends up flung against the pillow as another finger slides home. They stretch and pull and burn and occasionally graze something deep inside him. When they do Tony chokes on air.
"What is that!?" He asks after a particularly violent stab just there leaves him gasping and leaking.
Loki chuckles and Tony can feel the fingers stretching him wider than he's ever been before. The wine has made his muscles placid and loose and Tony isn't sure, but there might actually be a third finger opening him up.
Three of Loki Lauff's fingers inside him.
Fuck.
The noise Tony makes isn't even human.
"Did I find your spot, baby?"
"My sp-?" Tony begins, but is cut off by Loki taking whatever it is between two fingers and pinching.
"Oh yes, I rather think I have."
Tony howls.
"And this is just a few measly fingers. Imagine what it will feel like when I've got you bouncing on this."
Tony looks down and he thinks that Loki's cock might actually be looking into his soul because sweet buttery christ, a man could club a small animal to death with that thing.
It's thick and long and flushing pink. It stands out from between his hips from a neat bunch of sable curls.
"I've almost got four fingers in you, nearly my whole hand. Could you imagine that, puppy? My hand inside you? Down to the wrist? Filling you until you sobbed?"
"Oh god."
"Mhmm." Says Loki with another little twist and Tony doesn't know or care if he can really handle the monster between Loki's legs, but he knows that he wants it inside him. He has to do it.
Tony wants.
And Tony Stark gets what he wants.
"Looookiii." He whines. "Come on, I'm ready."
"Are you really?"
Tony nods and bites his lip until it turns red.
"Come on." His breath hitches as those lithe fingers twist.
"I want it."
Loki says nothing.
"I want your cock."
The growl that rips its way out of Loki's throat satisfies something deep within Tony. He goes on as Loki mercilessly finger fucks him. He can't help himself.
"Loki, I...I...I..need..."
"Ask nicely."
"Oh for fucks-"
And the next thing Tony knows the head is slowly sliding inside him and he swears he can feel his eyes roll around in his skull.
"Bit out of your depth, baby?"
Tony doesn't know whether it hurts or it feels good but its strange to be so full.
"I applaud you for trying to play, but you don't even know the rules."
Tony isn't sure if he can hear. He wonders if its logistically impossible for a cock to be endless.
"Only I know the rules."
Tony thinks he might be crying. Either that or its sweat. His body is dripping as it shakes, beyond his control. His hole involuntarily clenches around the length inside him and Loki howls.
Tony does it again with a shit eating grin.
"You might want to be a little nicer to me, baby." He slurs and squeezes just this side of too hard. Loki bites into his bottom lip. Blood begins to run down his chin.
The next thing Tony knows he's being kissed within an inch of his life. He feels like he's being devoured whole. There's blood and saliva dripping from his lips and it all tastes like cigarettes and wine.
As that clever tongue sends sparks shooting down his spine Loki finally bottoms out. Tony breaks the kiss only because he can hardly even remember how to breathe.
He chants out a series of sounds with no definition and precise meaning as Loki angles himself and whatever that thing inside him is lights up like a christmas tree on fire.
"Fucking christ."
Loki's hardly moving, barely even sliding in and out. He just shifts slightly on the bed, edging his cock and driving Tony steadily out of his mind.
"Tell me!" Tony croaks and Loki is almost too busy panting like a motherfucker to answer.
"Tell you what?" He tries for nonchalant but it falls unbelievably flat. He's got teeth tearing into his bloody lip and his rhythm is starting to falter. It's only a matter of time before he cums.
"What do you keep touch-"
It seems to Tony that one of Loki's greatest pleasures in life is interrupting him mid-sentence, because all of his attempts to keep asking how he keeps making him feel like this are quickly interrupted with jerking stabs of Loki's thick cock.
"You mean your spot, puppy?"
Tony groans.
"Prostate. Little bundle of nerves. Proof positive of an ultimately benevolent univ-"
Tony slowly lets his hole tighten until Loki's choking on his words. His hard and aching cock suddenly hits him like an afterthought, and he's suddenly too overpowered by the need to cum to be smug.
When Loki regains focus he's suddenly sliding out and Tony begins to sob.
"Hush, Darling. I'm going to take such good..."
Tony feels like he's being impaled as that cock slides in him faster than he'd ever thought possible and there's raw panic burning in his chest and eyes until Loki begins drilling his prostate.
Tony screams. And screams.
And screams.
"Fuck you're tight. Fuck. Fuck Fuck."
And suddenly Tony's entire universe consists of that fat cock fucking him open.
"I.." He begins and never finishes, because he can feel how heavy his balls are as that energy coils in his abdomen, begging to spring free.
When he cums his whole body shakes and spasms and he feels Loki's cock pulsing as his insides are flooded with hot seed.
"Mine!" Growls Loki as he pumps his way through, and Tony vaguely registers some sort of discomfort as he clamors for air and the fake nails on Loki's hand draw blood from his hip. His whole lower body feels numb.
Loki's cock gives one last half-hearted twitch as it starts to soften.
Tony feels like he's run an marathon and groans unhappily when Loki starts to pull out.
"Sorry baby, but its gotta be done." Loki sounds hoarse and Tony sighs unhappily as he's left feeling hollow, like a cold wind could cut clear through him. He groans as his hole attempts to close on nothing at all.
"Can I just...?" Loki begins and before Tony can even realize that he didn't finish his question he's got one finger all the way inside.
It feels like nothing at all.
"You're so wet and open."
When Loki pulls out his finger, and drips the cum on it into his mouth like its a pipette, Tony doesn't know whether he's disgusted or aroused.
"What if I could keep you like this always? Gaping and full of me?"
Tony wishes his cock would shut the fuck up about it and let him sleep, because he isn't even sure he remembers how to speak.
When Loki yawns he feels immensely gratified.
"Nap time." Tony mumbles and vaguely pats somewhere on the bed by flinging his hand at it.
As Tony drifts into unconsciousness Loki is inhaling the sweet smoke of a cigarette. It dangles from between his lips. He's got Tony's hand in one of his and is cradling a burnt match in the other.
His exhale curls across the bed like wisps of fingers.
xD: Still blushing, darling?
Codebreaker: Do I get both a glorious feast and a sacrifice?
Layla: ehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
12raven21: I am actually a tease 9000% of the time. It's kind of a problem.
Thank you all for reading and reviewing. I hope you have enjoyed this whopping near 2000 words of porn. Do you know how often I write a 2000 word chapter? NEVER. Holy titballs.
Also, I've just finished the first draft of the entire age of frost. It is 60,000 motherfucking words long. Holy titballs, also.
Shit gets so cray you guys. It's so cray, that it ain't even a cray-off. This shit crayon.
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Where did all of these tomatoes come from?