Author's note: And… it's playtime! ;)
The prospect of finally getting Loki back in his bed for the night instead of having the god sleeping in his own room in order to keep facades up is wonderful; he's really missed it during these far too long days that Steve has been here.
He watches as the god undresses – his movements slow and deliberately provocative, obviously fully aware of Tony's hungry gaze watching his every move – and then languidly crawls over to where Tony is already lying on top of the covers, positively drooling at the sight.
He grins as the pale form presses up at his side, a vast expanse of skin against his, so wonderfully close. "Missed me?" comes the seductive whisper as an arm pulls him tighter, and a delightful shudder travels down the length of his spine at the promises inherent in that voice.
"More than alcohol after a week of soberness," he admits, giving the earlobe hovering an inch from his mouth a little nibble, enjoying the minute tremble in the god that follows. He lets his hand travel over Loki's side, stroking in slow and lazy movements as his fingers move over the god's torso.
Loki's head falls back at the touch as a heavy sigh of contentment escapes his lips. Encouraged, Tony moves his hand further down over the sharp jut of the god's hip, making a little detour over his ass, before continuing to the hard muscle of his thigh. How he's missed feeling that smooth skin beneath his palm, the sensuous touch like a soothing balm on an annoying itch.
A moment later, Loki rolls over onto his back and stretches to his full length as he closes his eyes, like he's melting into the mattress, exposing his whole body to Tony's touch. The sight is enticing, and Tony stifles a groan.
At that, Loki slowly opens one eye, peering at him from beneath a few unruly strands of hair. "Just touch me, Tony," he purrs enticingly, as he raises a hand to his own chest and lets his fingers stroke the skin, mimicking what he wants Tony to do. "I want to feel your hands on me. On all of me."
Damn, Loki knows exactly what to say and do to turn him on like there's no tomorrow. And of course, Tony's not one to deny the god a wish like that.
So he gets up and straddles the naked body next to him, sitting down on his lower stomach, Loki's hardening cock brushing against his ass.
"Your wish is my command, sweet cheeks," he proclaims and places his palms on top of the pale chest, gently caressing. Loki rolls his eyes at the nickname, but if he was intending to offer any verbal complaint, it is immediately pushed away by the soft moan escaping his lips.
He continues to let his hands roam over Loki's torso, over his chest and sides and stomach, the soft touch amazingly pleasurable after having gone without it for so many days. And it's a special kind of sensation in itself, merely sitting here stroking and caressing Loki's body like this, purely focusing on the feeling of skin moving across skin and the tingling sensations and softness and closeness. In a way, this simple nearness is even more intimate than distinctly more sexual acts would be, the way it's making him so acutely aware of the god's presence.
Loki bucks beneath his weight, making the most delicious little sounds as Tony works him over, stretching his body out, hands going up above his head to grab at the metal bars of the headboard.
Heartbeat speeding up, he leans over the form breathing audibly beneath him, his touches trailing back up over Loki's outstretched arms until they reach the hands still holding onto the headboard, fingers gently closing around the god's wrists as he first nibbles, and then kisses the neck, his lips and tongue massaging the soft skin.
It's not until he sits back a little, gasping for air, that Loki opens eyes that have been closed until now, giving him a positively wicked smile.
"So, Tony…" he intones, tongue briefly flicking out to lick at his lips in a sinful display of lust and desire, as his hips grind upwards. "Want to chain me up?"
The comment makes him freeze for a couple of seconds in surprise. That was so not what he had expected. He blinks as the world around him returns to its normal state again, once more containing those mundane things that aren't smooth skin and breathless touches and Loki. And then he realizes that his fingers are still closed around the god's wrists, holding him in a firm grip with hands pinned above his head.
He lets go of the wrists, hands slowly retreating to his sides.
Loki obviously senses his hesitation and laughs, amused. "Never played around like that before?" Another little grinding of hips. "Don't tell me that the renowned Tony Stark has never done this before? Because if you do, I'm not going to believe you."
Of course, Loki is right. Sure he has handcuffs lying around, having played around with them with other partners at times, but for some reason, he just didn't expect that Loki would…
"Uh," he manages, a part of him wondering when the last time was that he ever felt uncertain about something in the bedroom. Well, before Loki, that is. "You sure about this?"
Loki gives a small sigh of exasperation, clearly finding his concerns ridiculous. "I assure you, I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't want to. And it's nothing I haven't done before; only difference this time is that I won't be able to magic my way out of the restraints." He cocks his head to the side, giving Tony an intense look. "As I'm sure you're well aware, this is all about trust, and I fully trust you not to do anything I don't want." He pauses a few moments to let the words sink in. "So, what do you say," he asks as he pointedly clasps and then unclasps his fingers around the metal bars a few times.
Truth be told, he'd be seriously lying if he said he didn't find the mental image extremely hot. And his cock definitely seconds the motion, twitching eagerly in response.
Well then. Since when did Tony Stark ever turn something down that would spice his bedroom games up a little?
"Alright," he acquiesces, rolling over to the edge of the bed, then reaching out an arm to dig around in the lower drawer of the bedside table. His fingers brush against metal that has scooted off to the farthest corner of the drawer, and he pulls his finding out. Just in case, he checks so that the key is still there, or it might make things a little awkward later on.
The handcuffs are cold to the touch, but Loki doesn't protest as he snaps them on, just responds with that devious grin of his and then tugs at his bonds, ostensibly testing them out. They clang softly against the metal of the headboard, and Tony stifles a groan at the sight of the god lying there all exposed and waiting for his touch.
"So, uh," he manages to gets out. "Just tell me if you want them off and I'll get you out. Say the words 'banana pie' and I'll unlock you."
The look Loki gives him in return is amused. "Your Midgardian practices are definitely strange. I'm sure I could articulate my concerns the normal way, should I wish to, without resorting to naming an exotic dish."
Tony is about to make a retort to that – or at least ask him what kind of safe-words gods would use – but then thinks better of it. There are much more interesting things awaiting him, after all.
Getting up on all fours over the bound god, his knees and hands splayed to either side of him, he starts at the crook of Loki's neck, just where he left off a few minutes ago, flicking his tongue out to taste the skin, delighting in the exhilarating mix of sweet and salty flavours.
Agonizingly slowly, he works his way downwards, licking, kissing, nibbling as he goes, covering every patch of skin he encounters with his lips. Reaching a nipple, he swirls his tongue around the knob, as Loki tenses beneath the soft touch, the handcuffs clinking from his movements. He retains his focus on the hardening nipple for a minute as one of his hands reaches down to grope at Loki's ass, cupping and kneading the firm cheek.
Moving further downwards still, he nuzzles the god's abs, clearly visible beneath the stretched skin. His tongue dips into the shallow indenture of Loki's belly button and then continues to explores every chiselled contour of muscle as Loki's stomach moves in rhythm to his quickening breath, coming as fast as his own, now. His hand clenches a little harder around the ass cheek still in his hand, fingers shamelessly digging and groping.
Continuing downward, he suddenly stops to hover just above Loki's groin, and the shift in his body is palpable, the hitched breath a soft caress in Tony's ear as the god waits in anticipation for his next move.
Unperturbed – okay, so he's anything but, but at least he's pretending to be – he forgoes the hard cock waiting for his attention, and instead moves his head down to the inside of a thigh. Above him, Loki whines in frustrated disappointment while the clacking of metal against metal accompanies his little moans.
Instead, he gives the thigh a long, slow lick, starting at the base of the knee and then coming to a halt where the leg attaches to the hip. His other hand moves away from Loki's ass and instead starts working away at the other thigh as his fingers trail feather-light meandering patterns all over it, stopping just before they reach the groin area.
Another displeased moan from the god, and he tries to inch his body downwards to make his cock come into contact with Tony's mouth, but the cuffs put a definite stop to his progress, and finally he just resorts to a breathless and insistent, "Tony…"
Well, at least that's what it sounds like anyway, though it's kind of hard to tell the way Loki is having a hard time articulating properly between his quick breaths.
And damn, he loves it when Loki sounds like that. So he licks along the thigh again, stopping half an inch higher up than last time, but still not quite getting there as Loki writhes and moans beneath him. And he continues to tease, his tongue moving closer and closer, without ever touching where Loki so obviously wants him to.
It's almost like it's turning into a competition in his head – to see who will give in first. Either Loki will finally beg him to bestow his tender affections on his cock, or Tony will be unable to hold himself off from it any longer. For some reason, he wants to win, to show that he can hold out for as long as Loki can, thousands of year old god or not.
"Yes, darling, is there anything you want?" he asks with as much feigned innocence as he can muster, raising his head from where his tongue has been lapping away a mere inch from Loki's erection to regard the bucking and moaning god. His voice is not nearly as steady as he had been hoping; to be honest, it's sounding suspiciously close to trembling, but whatever. It's not like Loki is in a more coherent shape. His cock is leaking already, leaving a trail of glistening wetness on his stomach.
Another frustrated groan, and then Loki finally relents. "Just… suck me, Tony," he pants, making another futile attempt to guide his cock closer to Tony's mouth.
God, he loves this, hearing Loki beg for his touch like this. And the lusty plea finally snaps the fine threads, made of nothing but obstinate stubbornness, that have just barely been keeping his self-control together until now.
"Your wish is my command," he manages to get out before grabbing hold of the hard shaft, then bowing his head to lick slowly from the base and all the way to the tip. Loki shudders as Tony swirls his tongue around the head already wet from pre-cum before finally descending in full, taking the cock into his mouth and sucking for all he's worth.
A string of garbled words follow his ministrations. Spurred on, he sucks a little harder, pressing his tongue against the shaft as it moves in and out between his tightly pursed lips. So he might not be a deep-throater like Loki, but he should still be able to take the god for a ride.
He can already tell that Loki isn't going to last very long. But he takes that as a compliment as he increases the pace, the sloppy wet sounds of the cock moving between his lips and Loki's inarticulate cries filling his ears.
And the god comes with a cry, his entire body tensing for a few heartbeats beneath Tony. He continues at a languid pace as Loki rides out his release, swallowing the warm fluid down, and then sits up to look at the still panting god with what he's sure is a very self-contented grin.
"Ooh…" is all Loki manages for a little while. Then, his eyes taking in Tony's straining cock, he spreads his legs in a wordless invite as his body goes all limp against the covers.
And Tony isn't late to take him up on the offer. A glob of lube later, and two of Tony's fingers are inside of Loki's ass, preparing and stretching him. Loki moans softly as they move in and out of him, and damn if the god isn't already, impossibly, getting hard again.
Wow, are all gods like that? If so, he wishes he were one.
A few heartbeats later, he slides inside that tight, welcoming heat, groaning with relief. And then he's not aware of much else until he finally comes, except for Loki getting hard under his thrusts and coming in the hand Tony didn't even realize he had wrapped around his cock. How that is even possible, he's not sure, but gods must clearly have a very different design than humans.
Or maybe he's just that good, making a god come twice in quick succession.
He's still pondering the thought several minutes later as he's lying beneath the covers with Loki's arms wrapped tightly around him, both of them comfortably snuggled up next to each other.
And then, just as he's on the verge of entering dreamland, Loki's voice interrupts his pleasant, boneless bliss.
"It bothers you about Steve, doesn't it?" the god asks, a hand softly stroking along Tony's back.
"That he's still here? Yeah, kinda. But he won't stay forever," he mumbles, hoping this isn't going to turn into a long conversation. Really, he's not too keen on talking about the Captain after having just engaged in awesome sex.
"That's not what I meant," Loki replies, shifting against him. "I mean it bothers you that Steve considers you to be selfish, lust-driven, and immoral, concerned more with your own pleasure than whether you're taking advantage." A short pause. "Does it not?"
No, definitely not.
"No," he refutes, with a little more emphasis than necessary. "Why should it?"
He can feel rather than see Loki shrug. "It just appeared that way to me. So why don't you talk to him and clarify what the situation is like?"
"What would be the point of that? I don't care what Steve thinks," he says, wincing as he can hear the childish obstinacy in his own voice. "And besides, it's not something I feel like discussing with him. If he'd even believe my side of the story, that is."
"You want me to talk to him?"
"No," he repeats with even more emphasis. "It's none of his business."
And it's not like he cares what the great Captain America, what his dad's big hero thinks of him or not in the first place.
"Alright, then, as you wish," Loki answers with a yawn. A short pause. "Sweet dreams, Tony."
"Yeah, you too," Tony mumbles into his pillow, pushing away the intruding, annoying thoughts that have somehow entered his head, trying to forcefully return to his previous contentment.
So, where was he? Yeah, he just made a god come twice in quick succession. Because he's Tony Stark and he's awesome, no matter what Steve might think.
Poor Tony, it's not easy for him. ;)
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