Loki's blog:
I cannot fathom…
Not only is he crass and rude but a complete and utter buffoon in comparison to myself, but this…ANTHONY STARK had the audacity not to set this up for me after I so kindly asked him last night.
And all that I have done for him. He said he was "too busy in the workshop" when I called down. Fine.
If he wants it that way then I guess I will go have my own fun at someone else's expense!
Tony's blog:
Oh, quit it.
Oh for fuck's sake.
Loki, you really need to stop being such a drama queen. You were the one who wanted to create that blog in the first place anyway. Besides, I'm busy. New cars and all!
What exactly have you done for me? All you've been doing is living off me and in my mansion! Sheesh.
Come down to the workshop, won't you?
Loki's blog:
Excuse me? Who do you think I am? Some lowly wench you picked out of the gutter?
I did ask you! And if you knew what's good for you you'll retract your statement because I could be out destroying your precious world if I wanted to or better yet I could just go back to Asgard. Why don't I start a nice war, hm? Interplanetary war sounds like such fun!
Sounds nice doesn't it? I think I might do that.
Tony's blog:
I think you're my brilliant and amazing Loki, love. Definitely not some wench.
Oh, come on. Stop getting so upset, you'll get wrinkles even with that flawless complexion of yours. Just come down to the workshop, won't you? I've a surprise for you.
No starting wars, please? I don't want that brother of yours getting angry at me for upsetting and breaking my door down again.
Loki:
[Loki walks down the stairs, not caring to just teleport. He runs a hand through his hair and opens the door into Tony's workshop]
You summoned me? Make it quick I'm tired and I grow bored of standing around.
Tony:
[Tony pulls out from underneath a car and calls out to Loki, smiling at him as he walked over.]
Look, I got you something.
[He gestured to the car he was working on.]
I thought you might like one of your own.
Loki:
[Loki pouts his lips in a scrutinizing fashion. He looks over the metal contraption and lets a finger glide over it.]
You do realize I am capable of just teleporting, yes? Why would I need one of these…metal monstrosities?
[He gazes up and looks away like an already bored child pushing away his toys.]
Tony:
Because, love…
[Tony trails off and rubs the back of his hand against his cheek. It smudges oil over his face.]
You can't exactly teleport everywhere you go. People are bound to notice you. Besides, I've seen the way you look at me when I take you out for a drive.
Loki:
[Loki closes his eyes and raises his nose into the air.]
I have no idea what you are talking about Anthony Stark. No idea at all. And do not doubt my abilities. If I wanted to I could fly or turn into a bird. Though your gift is kind I will have to find other uses for it.
Tony:
[Tony rubs his cheeks and walks over to Loki, cupping his cheek (and getting oil over his face too). He gazes softly into Loki's eyes.]
Of course, you don't sweetheart. You never do. I'm not doubting your abilities. If you dislike the car so much, I suppose I could return it. I customized it myself just so that the colors would suit you. Well, I suppose that won't matter now.
[He pulls away and walks back to the car, patting the hood of it.]
Loki:
[Loki pouts his lips and walks over to Tony. He lifts up his thin fingers and tugs the man over to the side of the car and makes him stand off to the side. Loki opens the door of the Jaguar and leans in to pull the seat all the way down and back so that it had enough leg room for an extremely tall giant who conveniently wanted to sleep. A smirk pricked at the corners of Loki's mouth as he grabbed Tony by the collar and shoved him into the driver's seat of the car. He climbed in and straddled the billionaire then closed the car door. Loki was hunched over Tony in the sports car and started to grind him hips.]
I told you, other uses, now shut up and fuck me you stupid man.
Tony:
[Tony raises both his eyebrows when he is shoved roughly into the seat. He chuckles at Loki straddling him with a speed that could match the car's and laughs a little harder when Loki starts grinding and commands him to fuck him.]
Darling, I'm not going to fuck you if you're going to be calling me stupid.
[He pulls Loki into a kiss anyway, threading his fingers through his lover's long hair. Tony hums into the kiss and wraps his other arm around Loki's neck. He grinds back teasingly, not putting any force into it so that the grinding lingers and leaves Loki for more.]
Loki:
Ah, well then I guess I shall take the initiative.
[Loki smiles into another kiss and sucks on Tony's tongue as he removes his pants. He hooks his thumb under the waist band of his underwear and a flash of green light blinds Tony for a couple seconds.
When he opens his eyes again Loki is naked and playing with a vial between his fingers.]
Would you like a turn or should I do all the work for you since someone was so unhelpful with my internet scribe.
[Loki popped off the top of the bottle and let the oil slide down his fingers. He leaned in to kiss Tony some more, demanding he use more force as he started to slick himself very, very slowly.]
Tony:
[Tony grunts into the kiss as his tongue is sucked on, and his eyes captures a glimpse of Loki taking his pants off before he has to shut his eyes tightly from the blinding green lights. As he opens his eyes, he sees little spots of light that seemed to be teasing him from the sight in front of him. Delicious. His gorgeous, gorgeous Loki. Tony bites his lips to prevent himself from grinning at the cheek of his lover.]
Weeell, perhaps you should do all the work. While you were up there playing away with the internet, guess who was down here fixing up a car?
[He quivers involuntarily as he watches the oil coat Loki's fingers. He moans as he is kissed again, hands snapping down to hold Loki by his tiny waist and grinding harder and a little faster against it.]
Mmm… Loki, don't be a tease now.
Loki:
[Loki let out a chuckle and put in another finger while letting out a more-then-usual erotic moan]
Tease? You jest. I am not a tease Tony Stark.
[He added another finger and sighed at the feeling before stretching himself agonizingly slowly with more moans and extreme teasing. His free hand started to slowly unzip Tony's pants until he got half way.]
Nn, tell me Mr. Stark. What do you want?
Tony:
[A half-whine passes through Tony's lips as he hears the moan from Loki's lips. He rolls his eyes at Loki before he smiles.]
You're the God of Mischief, sweetheart. Surely you are a tease.
[And he is proven right from the way Loki sighs as he stretches himself out. It makes Tony's skin prickle with goosebumps because he can anticipate what would come next- it does. Loki loved making him beg.]
Do we really have to do this? [He whispers into Loki's ear before placing a kiss there.] You know I want you. You know I want my cock in you.
Loki:
[Another moan escapes Loki's lips as he removes his fingers and unzips the rest of Tony's zipper. He hooks a finger under the band and pulls down slowly. An approving hum reverberates in his chest as he lifts himself onto Tony and gently presses. There's a sharp intake of air and a sigh of approval as Loki smoothly slides down pausing every so often to let his body acclimate to the change. When Tony is fully buried inside Loki smiles.]
Yes, much better. Right where I like you. Yes, yes, yes, yes…
[Loki starts to move up and down slowly. Loki growls and starts to move faster and his moans escalate.]
Tony:
[Tony arches his back and breathes in deeply as Loki slips himself down on Tony. He clenches his teeth with a sharp intake of air and sighs while Loki continues to take more of Tony in and adjusts to it. He strokes Loki's back, coxing him as he does so, and there is a quick exchange of kiss before Loki pulls back with a smile. Tony can only return the very same.]
Oh, Loki…
[His hips start to buckle up in rhythm to Loki's movements and his hands now grip tightly onto Loki's waist so that they are perfectly in sync. There's the loud slapping of skin against skin and their grunts gradually increasing in volume so much so that it echoed in the car.]
Nnngh, yes, yes. Fuck, mmm..! Loki, you are amazing.
Loki:
[Loki kept bumping his head against the roof of the car but the sweat on his skin and the deep red blush on his face said he really, really didn't care. He continued to ride Tony, now hard and relentless. His cock twitched from Tony's movement and a whimper escaped his lips.]
T-Tony! Tony!
[Loki's brows furrowed as his head rested on Tony's shoulder. He laced his fingers with Tony's and squeezed. The others name spilled from the trickster's venomous lips which took the liberty to suck and bite at the super hero's neck. Loki shifted his hips, trying to get a different angle and. It. Was. Great.
The God of Mischief's moans escalated as Tony drove straight into the other's prostate. The moans got throatier and high pitched and Loki could feel himself clench around Tony's cock for added friction.]
Tony:
[Tony's head is thrown back against the car's head rest with grunt after grunt leaving his lips. He watches Loki through hooded lids, and the way his own name pours through Loki's thin luscious lips makes him arch his back forward so that their chests are now pressing against each other.
When their fingers are laced, Tony returns a single squeeze and holds Loki's hands tightly in his. He groans as his eyes snap shut when Loki marks him at the neck.]
God, Loki! Oh, god- ahh! Fuck, you will be the death of me, I swe- mmmff…
[His words trail away as he feels Loki tightening around himself and it takes him a great effort to not just come into Loki there and then. Tony navigates Loki's head with his chin to pull him into a kiss once more without their hands ever letting go of each other's even for a mere second. He sighs into the kiss, breathing Loki's name into its owner's mouth, and whispers a simple 'love you' as their pace starts to become frenzied.]
Loki:
[Loki doesn't have time to respond before Tony starts to pound him. His moans and cries turn inaudible as he gets closer to the edge. He rests his forehead against Tony's, which made it a bit awkward since they kept moving so erratically. Yes, he loved this strange Midgardian, friend of his annoying brother and what one would consider a "play boy". Loki wasn't even sure what love was, but he was sure it was what he felt when he was with Tony. His mind swirled with a string of past flings and disasters, nothing compared to Tony (not that he'd say it out loud without teasing). Loki finally let go and squeezed Tony's hands as he came hard, screaming his name and not giving a damn about anything else other than the man in front of him.]
Tony:
[It does not bother Tony when Loki reply, it only makes him smirk because the highly egoistic part of him is pleased with himself for being able to make a god, and such a sexy one at that, squirm with cries like that. He pecks a kiss on Loki's lips before they resume to having their forehead pressed against each other's. Whilst Loki's mind swirls with his thoughts, Tony thinks about how once someone had said to him he had everything and nothing and how much that has changed ever since Loki stepped into his life. He comes into Loki a few thrusts after Loki does, his grip on Loki's tightening in return. He cries out Loki's name too, but less loudly. He breathes heavily as Loki finally rides out his orgasm and settles down on Tony's lap.
They exchange smiles, and Tony finally pulls his fingers away only to push them through Loki's hair. He kisses Loki once more, and it's nice and slow because Tony is happy and contented with the god in front of him.]
You're beautiful.
Loki:
[Another brief moan escaped Loki's lips as he removed himself from Tony, the others seed starting to roll down his cream thighs. Loki rested himself against Tony and purred like a cat, nuzzling closer.]
And you are a handsome Midgardian who owns far too many motorized vehicles. I do thank you though, such a lovely gift. I will continue to cherish it, thank you Tony.
[Loki kissed the other deeply and stared into his eyes before going back to his cat-like position of comfort.]