Author's note: Glad you've been enjoying the smut so far, dear readers. :D As I'm new to this, it makes me happy that it's coming off alright! ^^
Tony's bed is almost ridiculously comfortable, and he's glad to have made its acquaintance, though not so much for the bed as such, as for what lies in it. And it's big as well, but they're not making use of even half of it, the way they're lying tightly snuggled up against each other in the middle, Tony dozing in his arms.
Before they started getting intimate and he took to sleeping in Tony's bed at night instead of in his own, he had only been in the man's bedroom once. That was way back when he was still certain that Tony was going to take advantage of him, and even now, despite how much time has passed since, he still remembers the scene clearly. Tony had told him to make his bed for him, and so he had stood in here rearranging the uncooperative sheets with a churning lump of fear in his throat, fear that Tony would order him to get into the bed once he was finished making it.
So long ago, and looking back on it now he finds it hard to comprehend how he could have ever expected that from someone as caring and compassionate as Tony. Of course, things were very different back then, and Tony had certainly not been fond of him during those early days, but still – there's a mile of difference between not being fond of someone and being cruel and abusive to them.
Then again, perhaps Loki isn't the only one who has changed since he was sent here to Midgard. Maybe Tony has changed as well. And maybe it's a preposterous thought, but he likes to think it's the truth – that his presence here has somehow made Tony find or develop something within himself that might not have come as easy or naturally to him before.
He remembers the threat that Tony had made during his first day here, how he had ordered him to kneel before him, and the belittling comments and derogatory jabs Loki had been forced to endure during the early part of his stay. All of it perfectly understandable, of course, considering what he had done during his last visit to Midgard. But still, he can't really see Tony acting in the same way if he ever found himself in a similar situation again. No, he thinks that there is something inside of the man that has changed, something that has grown in him since then.
At least he has changed since those days, he is very much aware of that. Though, whether it will be enough for Odin and his Council to reconsider his sentence, he can't tell. Maybe his crimes are too grave to merit a pardon in any form, and he will have to remain a slave for the rest of his life to pay for his crimes.
The thought makes something churn inside of him. As long as he remains Tony's slave, it will not be a harsh fate, of course. But what will lie beyond that is not something he wants to consider in too much detail. Obviously, Tony would never willingly bequeath him to someone that might treat him badly, but what of the person next in line? And the one after him? Somewhere along the way, there is bound to be a harsh or even cruel master awaiting, who will have no qualms about treating him in the worst possible ways. Someone who will not let Midgard's morals and laws stop him from doing what he wants.
Disconcerted, he hugs the body next to him a little closer, trying to draw some comfort in that softly snoozing presence. As for now, there is no point in speculating or worrying about what may or may not come, not until word is sent from Asgard and he will know for sure what his fate will be. It is out of his hands, and he will find out soon enough. Until then, he can only make the best out of his current situation, and be grateful that he has Tony.
The man stirs a little in the tightening embrace, but makes no further protests. And Loki is glad for the proximity of the man next to him; having Tony close always seems to comfort and calm him, the man's presence a soothing influence on him.
And, he can't help but notice as a tingle stabs at his groin, a more carnal kind of influence as well.
Absentmindedly, he traces a finger over the arm nestled over his, reminded of the love-making session that ended not even an hour earlier. Tony is truly remarkable, knowing exactly how to arouse the most exquisite pleasure in him, like they've been lovers for many years already. No matter if they go slow and sensual, or quick and rough, he always manages to ignite Loki's body with wonderful sensations. And despite having fantasized about it before it happened, imagining Tony touching him and taking him in all possible ways, reality had turned out to be even better.
His hand moves lower to Tony's stomach, playing around with the thin trail of hair leading from his navel and downwards, recalling the exhilarating feeling of having Tony inside of him, thrusting in and out. At that, his hand edges lower still, stroking along the inside of the man's thigh, the touch drawing a little muffled moan.
"Mhmm." Tony turns slightly in his arms, fingers reaching out for his. "Already up to play again?" he mutters sleepily, but not sounding like he disapproves in the slightest.
Loki gives his ear a little nibble. "Anytime you are," he challenges, feeling his insides heat up already as he lets Tony's fingers intertwine with his.
He can sense rather than see the grin on Tony's face. "Then show me what you've got," the man drawls huskily. "Make it worth losing an hour of sleep over."
He grins back, even if Tony can't see it. Despite what he's pretending, he already knows that the man needs no further convincing. He never does; any and every little sexual invite or hint from Loki is enough for him to drop whatever he's doing and get right down to it.
And he loves that, knowing that Tony finds him just as desirable and irresistible as Loki finds him.
So he disentangles himself from the body in his arms and pushes Tony right onto his back, and proceeds to straddle him on all fours. Even in the darkness of the room, the light of the arc reactor is enough for him to make out Tony's look of appreciation of the way he's taking command.
He bends his head down, licking a long strip over Tony's chest, circling the glowing reactor, before proceeding to place a trail of demanding kisses along his neck. At that, two hands come up to grab hold of his hips, fingers kneading and massaging. The touches soon move upwards, over his sides and shoulders, until they encircle his neck to tug him up for a kiss.
Loki acquiesces and lets the hands pull him close enough for their lips to come into contact. Tony's mouth is half-open in anticipation already, so he greedily claims it with his own and lets his tongue push inside. The man raises his head from the pillow to meet him, his chin scratchy against Loki's own. For some reason, he's really grown to like the feeling of that neatly trimmed beard prickling his skin.
He reaches out for the hands that are still encircling his neck, removing them from where they're tussling at his hair and pinning them to either side of the man's head. Tony grunts a little, but lets Loki hold his wrists down, instead bucking his hips upward in a demand for even more physical contact.
Mouth not leaving Tony's for a second, Loki sits back on his ass on Tony's stomach, glad they're still naked after their previous session, having not bothered to dress themselves before crawling down beneath the covers. He likes having Tony's warm skin against his, his sides pressed against Loki's thighs, so he clenches his legs together a little tighter, securely locking Tony into place.
It doesn't take long until he can feel Tony's length rising up against him, as usual not needing much time to awaken. So he scoots back down a little, seating himself on Tony's thighs instead so he can let their erections touch. With his right hand, he takes a firm hold of both of them, grinding their lengths together while Tony moans in pleasure beneath him. He loves hearing those sounds from Tony; he's so responsive and quick to let him know of his pleasure, igniting Loki's own lust even further.
He stops to let his thumb rub over Tony's slit and then circle the swollen head, slowly teasing along the rim. The skin is almost burning to the touch, and he continues to stroke along the man's full length in more rapid motions, all the way from the base to the tip.
Then he lets go and instead reaches down to knead the balls beneath, pressing a fingertip at the base just above Tony's opening. His ministrations earn him a shudder, and he squeezes a little harder as he lets his fingers prod and press, the skin amazingly soft against his. After a few minutes of this, he's just about to return his attention to the erection straining against Tony's stomach, when two hands suddenly shoot out to grab hold of his wrists, and a second later he's been flipped onto his back with Tony towering over him in a mirroring of the position they had occupied only a moment ago.
Tony lets slip a pleased little chuckle at how he managed to take Loki unaware before he even knew what hit him. Rolling his eyes, Loki considers putting up a bit of token resistance and turn the whole thing into a little wrestling match, but he quickly relents and instead lets himself fall back against the pillows, all fight going out of him as Tony's head suddenly move downwards to his throbbing shaft.
And then, there is wetness lapping at the head, a tongue swirling over the tip and dipping into his slit. Reflexively, he reaches out to grab hold of that brown mop of hair, in case Tony should all of a sudden think differently and turn his attentions elsewhere. No, he wants Tony like this, he wants the man's hot mouth firmly wrapped around him, his tongue sweeping over his hard length, his lips moving over him in a steady, unwavering rhythm.
It takes a while for him to realize that the moaning sound is coming from him as Tony's mouth comes down on him in earnest and he starts to slowly, oh-so-painfully slowly, suck him like a vise. His needy keens only seem to spur Tony on, as both the pressure and the pace increase, sending him into new heights of pleasure.
Oh yes. Far from all of his Asgardian lovers have been willing to do this to him, but Tony doesn't seem to have any such inhibitions the way he's going on about it, lips and tongue eagerly working him over.
So he pushes back, letting his hips follow the pace that Tony is setting up, trying to push as much of himself into that talented mouth as is at all possible. The sensation is making his entire body tingle and he lets himself fall into the heady chasm opening up before him, where nothing else exists but the pleasure rushing through his body. That, and the hands grabbing his ass in a firm hold, and his own hands clamping equally tight onto brown, unruly hair.
An endless moment later he comes with a garbled cry and cramped fingers digging into sweat-soaked sheets. Tony doesn't stop for even a fraction of a second, but continues until Loki has ridden out his release, trembling and panting as his body goes stiff and then relaxes bonelessly against the mattress.
As his senses slowly start to come to again, the next thing he becomes aware of is an almost boastful voice next to his ear. "You liked that, I take it?"
"Mfph." As inelegant a reply as that is, it somehow seems like all he's capable of right now.
Tony laughs, clearly pleased with himself. "Spoken in the words of the Silvertongue himself. Translated into common Midgardian, I think it means, 'oh, Tony, you're a real beast in bed.'"
Loki can't help but laugh at that. "You do think rather highly of yourself, don't you?" he grins as his fingers come up to rest against the arc reactor, but he doesn't refute Tony's claim.
"And you know I'm right, baby," Tony counters as he playfully pinches a nipple.
Loki responds by pulling Tony down to him, grinding his body against his, and lets Tony's still straining erection rub between their stomachs. They kiss, Tony's arms fondling his back and sides as their tongues press against each other.
"Mmm, Loki," he can hear the man moan against him, clearly not too far from the edge.
Full well knowing what Tony wants, he gives the man's firm ass a little squeeze, and then rolls up onto his hands and knees, turning his head to the side to give Tony an inviting look across his shoulder.
Almost instantly, he can hear Tony fumble with something at the bedside table, and a heartbeat later there is a slick finger prodding at his entrance. He inhales in anticipation as the finger slowly slides inside and starts moving, carefully stretching him in preparation of things to come.
He clenches his jaws as another fingers joins the first, moaning softly as he presses back, trying to force them to go deeper. It feels so wonderful having those fingers inside of him like this; Tony knows exactly where to press and push to make little stars dance before his eyes. Still, it doesn't feel quite as good as…
He keens as the fingers leave and something much bigger lines up against his opening. The feeling as Tony enters him is as glorious as ever, and he spreads his legs wider, letting his head rest against the forearms pressed flat against the mattress. And for a wonderful moment that might have lasted a minute or an hour, there is only Tony thrusting in and out of him, until the man comes with a muffled cry, spilling himself inside of him.
And then, Loki gathers the sweaty, panting form of Tony up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss against the man's forehead as they lie together beneath the covers, neither of them caring in the slightest about the soaked sheets beneath.
Yes, whatever is to come, at least he has Tony for now.
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