Author's note: So… the day after. ;)
It's late in the morning when he wakes up, blinking at the annoying sun rays beaming right into his eyes through the big windows.
He stretches and yawns, then suddenly becomes aware of the fact that he isn't in his bed but instead lying on the couch, and there's another body right next to him. And with that, the memories of the evening before come rushing back to him, first in bits and pieces, and then in full force.
Wow, he's just had sex with none other than the god of mischief himself.
And he can't help but being overwhelmed by a massive wave of the-day-after guilt; like getting drunk out of your skull and waking up in bed with the girlfriend of one of your best friends soundly asleep at your side the next morning. Even if he had been technically sober yesterday, he had still been drunk on something, the way he had just acted out of pure desire and want without barely stopping to think for a second about what he was doing and its possible consequences.
What if he really had taken advantage in some way by agreeing to this? He had just allowed himself be dragged along by that maelstrom of lust, irresponsibly throwing himself into it without even bothering to look around for a life jacket first. Maybe he should have stopped to consider what he was really doing before letting his cock lead the way, despite Loki's insistencies that he was all willing and wanting.
He looks at the attractive, angular face next to his, swallowing. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to this. A kiss was one thing, perhaps, but perhaps he should have called it off at that point before it went any further, before letting things progress into something different entirely. Perhaps he had been wrong to take Loki's word that he truly wanted this, and wasn't just… confused.
As if on cue, Loki opens an eye and peers directly at him, the corner of his mouth creasing in a faint smile as he takes in Tony's facial expression. "Don't worry, Tony, we did not do anything yesterday that I did not very much want. I can't believe you would still lie here and worry about that after everything."
So the god can read minds as well, or at least what is close enough to it.
"Well, yeah, I was just…" Tony starts, feeling stupid, but is cut off by Loki.
"I am a fully grown adult perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Though, I must say I'm disappointed to hear that my performance yesterday apparently wasn't good enough to convince you of my sincerity in this matter," he says, grin widening as he stretches long, agile limbs. "Up until now, I have received no complaints about lacklustre performance, and I am rather shocked that the first time I would hear any such would be from a mortal with much less experience to draw from than a god."
Loki is clearly teasing him now, and it's making him feel a bit better about the whole thing, less uncertain and unsure. But he still needs to ask.
"So… if you hadn't wanted something of what we did yesterday, you would have said no, right?"
Loki laughs out loud this time, clearly amused. "Apart from making decisions for myself, I am also perfectly capable of speaking a simple two-letter word, should I want to. And at no point yesterday did that word ever cross my mind, I can assure you. So just let your ungrounded concerns go and stop worrying so much."
"I just don't want to take advantage, is all," Tony mumbles, still not willing to let it go just yet. "Because according to Asgard's way of doing things, you wouldn't have the right to say no to any of this, would you?"
The comment earns him a snicker. "True, but as you are so fond of pointing out – this is not Asgard," he says with an elegantly raised eyebrow. "Perhaps it should be me adopting that line from now on, to remind you of the fact?"
Then the amusement fades from Loki's face and he turns serious, perhaps sensing Tony's unease. "Believe me, Tony, if I should ever change my mind about this, I would tell you so. But I desire you; more than I've ever desired anyone before." He reaches out a hand to lightly trail patterns over Tony's side and chest. "And if you were to turn me down now that I've finally had you, I would be very, very much disappointed."
With that, he leans back into Tony, nuzzling the crock of his neck, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin.
And damn, if Loki doesn't know exactly how to send his mind onto an entirely different track with just a few touches. Unable to stop himself, he reaches out a hand and snakes his arm around Loki's waist, pulling the god close to his chest, enjoying the way the god smells – partly sex, partly something else, something dark and husky.
At that, he remembers the lust he had seen pooling in Loki's eyes yesterday as he had looked into them. There had not been a trace of anything not entirely genuine in there, nor in the way the god had kissed him, touched him, bucked into him, or spilled into his hand…
"So how about breakfast?" he asks as the silence has gone on for several long moments, feeling he should say something.
"Breakfast," Loki purrs into him. "I like the sound of that." But he makes no move to get up or move his weight off Tony, suggesting that there are other things he might like even better right now.
And Tony can't help but let his eyes rake over the naked body nestling close to his, the long legs, the tight buttocks, the lean back, the black, unruly hair, and the finely featured face, delighting in every part. Automatically, his hand starts to move over Loki's chest, trailing across the skin, teasing a nipple as it goes. The god tips his head backwards and inhales sharply, turning to expose his long neck.
He bends down to place a trail of kisses along the white skin as the caresses of his hand turn more insistent, more demanding. Lightly, he bites a shoulder, earning him a small gasp in return. There is a strange dizziness in his head; probably all the blood in his brain already rushing southwards.
He moves his hand further down towards Loki's hip, gently rubbing as his fingers explore the smooth skin, just about to move even lower, but his advances are interrupted by the insensitive grumbling of his protesting stomach, taking the most inappropriate moment to loudly demand food.
That kind of ruins the mood. Loki pushes himself up from where he's leaning into Tony and snickers. "I thought you said something about breakfast?" he queries, voice amused but not without that faint note of huskiness Tony remembers so well from yesterday. "Perhaps we should get something to eat?"
And damn, if he can't hear the unspoken 'first' ending that sentence.
"Okay, you win," he says, getting up from the couch as he looks around for the underwear that was so quickly discarded yesterday. "Breakfast it is." He is pretty hungry, after all, and sexual pleasures are better enjoyed without a stomach growling of hunger.
A few minutes later, they're sitting at the table in the kitchen, sloppily dressed and with morning-messy hair. The smell of freshly brewed coffee is hanging in the air and Tony takes a deep breath; ground coffee beans smell almost as good as sex, after all.
And perhaps he should feel totally weird and awkward about this situation and how their relation has all of a sudden shifted into this kind of territory, but the weirdness that usually comes with realizing you've had sex with someone you only the day before had another kind of relationship with entirely fails to materialize. Because somehow, it just feels… natural. Like there's really nothing that has changed between them, apart from the fact that they've had sex with each other. Like it was merely the next, natural step along the way of whatever has been growing between them on the winding and rocky road they've found themselves embarking on together.
And something inside of him is telling him that it actually was.
There's a soft ping from the espresso machine on the kitchen counter, and he stands up to retrieve his finished cup of caffeine goodness. Loki is pouring himself a bowl of Cheerios at the opposite side of the table, his eyes not leaving Tony as he walks over to the counter.
Steaming blue mug clasped in one hand, he can't help but place his other hand on Loki's shoulder as he walks past the god and give him a quick caress. Loki reacts instantly, his fingers coming up to grab hold of his, halting him in his tracks. A moment later, Loki lifts Tony's hand to his lips and lets a wet tongue trail over his fingers, sucking and nibbling. And the look in those eyes as they gaze up at him with the intensity of a thousand suns is just too much for a mortal like him to handle.
The cup in his hand is set down on the tabletop with a clang, a splash of coffee spilling over the rim. But fuck coffee, he has more important things on his hands right now.
Loki has gotten up from his chair to face him, arms slithering around Tony and pulling him close. Tony's breath hitches in his throat at the sudden nearness, and he leans over the god, hungrily pressing his mouth against lips already half-open.
The kiss is warm and wet and wanton, everything a proper kiss should be. He plunges his tongue into Loki's mouth, tasting him, and Loki presses back at him, sucking at his lower lip.
His hands are already sliding under the god's shirt to stroke over his back and sides. Loki bucks into him, and Tony can feel that he is already hard.
"Damn, are all you gods this horny?" he asks as their lips finally unlock, allowing him to breathe again.
"Some of us," Loki says with a snicker playing over his lips. "Are all you mortals this horny?"
That draws a laugh from him. "Nope. Just me."
Loki reaches down to grab hold of his hips, grinding their bodies together. Tony's own erection is already straining against his jeans, and the god's wanton readiness is only fuelling his desire further.
"I think you should go get that lube now," Loki whispers seductively into his ear. "Because I don't think I will have as much patience for waiting as last time."
It is only with the utmost self control that he manages to disentangle himself from the arms ensnaring him long enough to hurry off to fetch a bottle of lube. Luckily, those things are never very far away in this tower. He is Tony Stark, after all.
When he returns, Loki is standing with his back against the edge of the kitchen table and hands behind him on the tabletop, leaning back as he eyes Tony expectantly. And he's naked, having apparently made good use of the brief interruption.
Unable to control himself for a moment longer, Tony steps out of his own clothes, cursing slightly as he hops around on one foot, struggling to get his other foot out of the leg of his pants, just barely managing to step out of them before loosing his balance. Fumbling, he coats himself with a generous helping of lube, quickly smearing the cool stuff over his eager, almost painfully straining cock.
Loki looks down for a brief moment, lips parting at the sight. Then, he turns around, bending down over the kitchen table and looking over his shoulder with a pointed grin.
Tony swallows. If that isn't one of the hottest sights he's ever been presented with, he doesn't know what is.
There's still some lube on his fingers. So he grabs hold of Loki's ass with one hand, using the other to slide a finger into him. The god whines and writhes slightly. Another finger, and the sounds from the god's lips increase in volume. Panting with the effort to control himself, he works his fingers in and out, stretching the opening in preparation as Loki softly yelps.
Finally, he pulls his fingers out and takes his cock into his hand, positioning it against Loki's opening and pressing in, enjoying the welcome heat immediately enveloping him.
Loki presses back at him as Tony starts to move at a steady but decisive pace. The sight of the tight, firm ass is arousing, as is the way the god is moaning and bucking against him.
So he starts to move at a harder, almost aggressive pace, reaching out to take hold of a shoulder to support himself. And damn, it feels so good moving in and out of the god like this, plunging deeper and deeper for each stroke. The pressure in his balls is building up and he pounds harder, panting from lust and exertion.
Whimsically, he wonders if gods have prostrates. At least it would seem that Loki has one, if those mewling moans are anything to go by.
He pulls out and pushes in again, vaguely aware that Loki is groaning his name, voice thick and throaty. Whereas their love-making yesterday was slow and intimate, this time it's more fuelled by raw lust and a burning desire needing to be quelled immediately. The god is pressed flat down over the tabletop and one of his hands is stroking his long, thick shaft, tip already glistening with wetness.
Removing a hand from where it's locked on Loki's hips in a firm grip, Tony reaches around to cup his palm around the god's balls, fondling and rubbing. His ministrations cause a shiver from the body under his and he squeezes a little harder in response.
He's almost there. A familiar heat is building in his stomach and travelling downwards to his pleasantly aching groin. He gives in to it as it washes over him, pounding into the god as his whole body shudders. He comes with a shout on his lips that he isn't quite sure what it is, but he thinks he can hear Loki's name somewhere in there as waves of maddening pleasure are rolling over him. A few more pushes, and he's all spent, collapsing over the back of the body squirming beneath him.
Still dizzy from his orgasm, he notices that Loki's hand is still stroking his own cock, so he reaches around to push the god's hand away, replacing it with his own. It twitches at his touch, and he tugs firmly at it as Loki whimpers. A few strokes is all it takes for him to reach completion and the god comes with another moan, spilling all over Tony's hand.
And then it's over, the only sound in the room being their laboured breaths, heaving almost in unison. Carefully, he pulls himself out of Loki and into an upright position; Loki slowly pushes himself up from the table as the weight of Tony's body is removed. He looks a little bit unsteady on his legs, but he turns around to regard Tony with one of those glances that make Tony think he could go crazy just thinking about.
Two arms are coming up to wrap themselves around his neck as hot lips press against his, surprisingly soft. He pulls Loki close, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin as they just stand there for a while, revelling in each other's closeness.
And Tony can feel a smile creeping up his face as the god's arms pull tighter around him. Ever since Loki got sent over to his tower with that slave designation metaphorically tacked onto his forehead, he never even once actually considered Loki as belonging to him in any way, despite Asgard's insistence that the god was his lawful property. But now, for the first time, he actually finds himself entertaining the idea of Loki as being truly his.
Yes, Loki being his, and not in that fucked-up slavery kind of way, but because he wants to be Tony's. And he, Tony, being Loki's in turn.
And the thought is enough to make that silly smile spread even further across his face.
Then Loki shifts in his arms and lifts his head from Tony's shoulder, looking straight into his eyes.
"So, how about breakfast, then?"
Tony only grins.
Well, I figured this story was in need of some table!sex. ^^
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