Author's note: Well, I should probably mention here that this story is starting to reach its end… As it is, there will be five more chapters after this one, and then some epilogue-y bits. In any case, hope you'll enjoy the remaining chapters too! ^^
He wakes up before Tony does, blinking at the sunlight seeping in through the window. For a while he just lies there in contentment, watching the still sleeping man right next to him who is lying on his stomach with his arms snugly nestled beneath the pillow.
He smiles to himself, remembering yesterday and the precious words they had exchanged by the fire; merely thinking about them makes him feel all warm and giddy inside. And even if they were really just the final verbal acknowledgement of something they have both no doubt already known for quite some time now, he was still touched and delighted that it was finally spoken out loud.
Yes, Tony loves him. Kind, wonderful, brilliant, and very much attractive Tony.
And he can't imagine any words he'd rather have heard from that mouth, or anyone else's, than those particular three.
Still smiling, he lets his gaze sweep over the sleeping form at his side, enjoying the sight. The cover has already been kicked off during the night, a good part of it dragging on the floor below the foot end of the bed, leaving Tony's naked body in full view.
Unable to resist the temptation, he reaches out a hand and gently caresses the man's back, tracing the curvature of his spine. Tony shifts a little as a soft moan escapes his throat, but ostensibly remains asleep.
So Loki moves his hand further up, running his fingers along Tony's neck all the way up to his hair. For a few minutes, he combs through the unruly brown mop, marvelling at its softness. He really likes it, especially in the morning when it's all messy like this.
His fingers then trail down to the side of Tony's face and the touch causes the man to stir a little again, but still not enough for him to wake up. Contemplative, he lets a fingertip follow the sharp contours of Tony's beard. It's so markedly different from Asgardian men who usually wear full beards, even if they might crop them to a shorter length. A few might not have facial hair at all, opting to shave it all off. But no one ever wears it… designed into such elaborate patterns that Tony does.
He likes that too.
The strands are coarse against his skin, but he enjoys the feeling of them anyway.
Slowly, his hand trails back the same route as it came, tussling through Tony's hair, then stopping to knead softly at the base of his neck before tracing down the curve of his back. It doesn't stop where it started, though, but instead continues steadily downwards, until it reaches the two hard mounds constituting Tony's ass.
He lets his palm rest against the soft skin there for a little while, lazily painting haphazard patterns with pale fingers outlined against Tony's darker skin tone. Just touching him like this is arousing, and it's making him want more.
Much more.
Tony's legs are sprawled, so he lets a finger dip down between the cheeks to the man's opening, teasing and massaging, but not entering. The digit is joined by a second one not long after, slowly circling the tight entrance.
At that, Tony suddenly looks up and rolls over to his side so that he comes face to face with Loki, who slowly withdraws his hand. Already, the man is half-erect. Perhaps he wasn't quite as asleep as Loki had assumed.
Tony yawns loudly, languidly stretching his arms over his head. Then, having performed his little awakening ritual, he turns his gaze back to Loki, letting it briefly sweep over his groin, taking in the hardened state.
"So… you feel like doing things differently for a change?" he asks casually, cheek resting in his hand and elbow propped up on the pillow as he fixes Loki with an intense stare.
Loki raises an eyebrow at the question. "What do you mean?"
"You want to be on top?" comes Tony's reply as his other hand scratches at his stomach. "It kind of seemed you had an interest in that, judging by the nature of your little morning groping."
His other eyebrow joins the first. And for all he can remember, this is the first time that he has ever had a partner freely offering any such as opposed to Loki having to ask – cajole – for it.
And he can't help but marvel at how casually Tony seems to view the whole thing. It's such a sharp contrast to how it would have been back in Asgard, where anyone would have been utterly aghast if they knew that Tony would let his slave do any of the sorts to him. Such would be totally unheard of; in any such sexual relations, the master would always, without exception, be on top.
Obviously, Tony couldn't care less about any of the expected standard master and slave behaviour, but still, all that aside, it doesn't change the fact that it would be extremely difficult to find a man in Asgard who would be willing to let another man do such a thing to him, thereby making himself argr. So usually, it's been Loki assuming that role. With his practice of magic, he is already considered argr anyway – as much as he hates the term – so what difference does another such offence make, really? And though he doesn't mind taking that position in the slightest, even prefers it, he does like to change things around and be on top every once in a while.
However, such opportunities have always been far in between. Last time was probably several decades ago, if he remembers correctly.
"Well, do you want to or not?" Tony's voice interrupts his little reverie. "Because if you're going to take much longer deciding, I think I might just flip you over and have my wicked way with you while you're busy making your mind up." His hand reaches out for Loki's length, giving it a playful little tug.
"Yes," he manages, a shiver of pleasure tingling in his stomach at the touch. "I'd like that. Very much." Merely the thought is enough for him to harden considerably. It's been so long since last time, and even then, he had to coax and sweet-talk for quite a long time before his partner had finally acquiesced, despite it not even being his first time taking that position.
"That's what I thought," Tony snickers. "Cant say it's my preferred position, but I can swing both ways if necessary. As they say, variety of the spice of life and all that."
His heart makes a little flutter of excitement, and he leans over the other man and kisses him on the lips, pressing his tongue inside. Tony quickly accommodates him, opening his mouth and pushing back with his own tongue.
Mere seconds later, they're fully entangled in each other, limbs entwined, hands roaming and touching. Fingers prodding and teasing. Tongues licking and playing. Lips tasting and nibbling. Bodies bucking and twisting.
It's like he's drowning in Tony, his senses overloaded with impressions. His eyes roaming over the beautiful sight of Tony's muscled body, his ears being filled with the delicious moans slipping from the man's lips, his nose taking in the heady musky scent, his mouth savouring Tony's arousing taste, and his skin tingling with the touch of those skilled hands moving over him, seeking out the most sensitive spots and teasing them mercilessly.
One of Tony's hands is cupping his balls, massaging and fondling, as a finger exerts exquisite pressure at their base. He groans from the sensation, and the sound turns into a keen as the hand moves up to wrap itself around his cock, pumping a few times until it's reached full hardness.
And then the man lets go of him as he reaches out for the bottle on the bedside table, lid already unscrewed, and throws it over to Loki. "You better lube up, sweetheart, because it's probably been a few years since last time I did this."
With that, he gets up on his hands and knees, legs slightly spread as he waits for Loki to prepare him.
He swallows at the sight, and quickly pours out a big glob of the sticky substance into his palm and proceeds to coat his fingers with it. Then he grabs Tony's hip with one hand, and rubs a finger around the opening. After a little while of this, he slowly and carefully presses in, feeling his breath sped up in excitement as his finger starts stroking the man from the inside, stretching him in preparation for what is coming.
As Loki inserts a second finger, Tony shifts a little, but still offers no protest, so Loki continues, as gently as he can possibly manage. Even if Tony hadn't mentioned it, he can clearly tell that this isn't something that Tony has been doing on a frequent basis, so he takes his time, ignoring the demands of his own throbbing shaft.
Eventually, he pulls his fingers out and grabs for the little bottle again. With a quick few tugs, he covers his own length in the substance and then sits down on his haunches behind Tony, who hasn't moved an inch from his position.
"You… ready?" he asks, voice breathless.
"Go for it, cupcake," Tony answers with a little wiggle of his ass.
With one hand on Tony's lower back and the other holding his own shaft, he positions himself at Tony's opening and gently begins to push inside, as slowly as is at all possible.
A grunt meets his efforts and there's definitely resistance there, so he stops before anything more than the tip of his length has entered so Tony has time to adjust. It's obvious that the stretch is painful and he hesitates, wondering if he should pull out; the last thing he wants is to hurt Tony. Loki isn't small by any definition of the word, so for someone not used to this, it's bound to hurt.
But before he can ask Tony whether he wants to stop, the man tells him to continue, having apparently taken note of his cautious pause. So he does, slowly sliding himself in, inch by inch, as carefully as he can manage.
And then he's inside, being magnificently and gloriously squeezed by Tony. He's missed this feeling so much, being inside a lover like this. For a moment, he wonders if it might even be possible for him to come without moving at all, by just remaining inside like this.
But that would be a waste, of course. So he pulls back, and then slides in again, alert for signs that Tony is experiencing too much discomfort for them to continue. But he seems to be coping, so Loki makes a few more cautious thrusts, gasping at the sensations travelling up and down his entire length.
"You... alright?" he manages between clenched teeth, half-surprised that he's able to even form words at all.
"Everything is fine on my side," comes Tony's voice, a bit more strained than usual, but not sounding too discomforted. "Feel free to get started any time. And if I at any point want you to stop or pull out, don't worry, I'll let you know."
And so, he begins, thrusting slowly at first, held back by the desire both to be careful and to draw this out as much as he can. Eventually, the pace increases, though, as his breathing is starting to come in ragged moans and his fingers are clutching the hips before him almost as if in desperation, but he barely notices any of that. There is only that wonderful embrace enveloping his length and sending spasms of pleasure through his entire body until he thinks he's going to explode from sheer bliss.
The friction as he moves in and out of Tony is amazing, and he can't remember it ever having felt so good with any of the precious few lovers in the past who've agreed to let him do this. It doesn't take long before he's lost all track of time, but that's okay because simple trifles like time don't matter anymore, if they ever did. So there is nothing but that overpowering pleasure sweeping his body and mind away until he finally comes, spilling into Tony with a shuddering cry, before half collapsing over the man's toned back, like his bones have all been turned into water.
For several long moments, he just remains on his knees panting, before remembering that he's still inside Tony. Slowly, he pulls out, his senses tingling as they're slowly starting to return back to their normal state.
He flops down onto his back in a sprawling heap, staring up into the ceiling that seems to be twinkling with a colourful assortment of stars and suns. Blinking the vision away, he slowly rolls over and turns to face Tony, who's watching his undone state with a grin on his lips.
"I take it you enjoyed it the experience?"
Loki only nods. It's not like words would do any of it justice anyway.
That's when he notices that Tony is still hard, having obviously not climaxed during their coupling. And there is of course no way he would leave the man in a state like that, especially not after all the heady pleasure he's received, so he reaches out and pushes Tony onto his back, the man easily acquiescing, and then straddles his legs before letting his mouth descend on the hard length.
His ministrations earn him a grunt of approval, and it spurs him to take the shaft even deeper, enjoying the feeling of having Tony in his mouth. There are hands in his hair, clenching and unclenching, and it doesn't take many seconds before the man violently bucks his hips upwards as he comes, the sound of his own name echoing in Loki's ears.
A few moments later, the hands pull him up toward the headrest, until the two of them are lying face to face, mere inches away from each other, Tony with another big grin on his face.
"You're fucking amazing, Loki, you know that?"
Loki smiles back. "So are you, Tony," he says breathlessly. "So are you."
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