Author's note: Even though this is technically the last chapter of the story, there will be a three-part epilogue following, so please stick around for it, since there's Really Important Stuff still to come. ^^
Warnings for story-unconventional POV which I'm sure will confuse some people, but I decided to use it anyway since it fitted with what I was going for with this chapter.
The end theme to Star Wars is filling the living room where they are sprawling in the couch, Tony leaning against the crook of the armrest and the backrest, and Loki snuggled up between his legs, the god's back against his chest.
"So, what you think, huh?" he says to the mop of black hair resting just below his chin. "One of the most epic sagas the human realm has ever created."
Loki half-turns in his arms to twist around and look at him "It was… intriguing," he replies, "though I must say I find that whole brother-sister thing a bit disturbing."
Tony laughs. "Yeah, you're not the only one. I think there was a collective 'yuck' echoing across the planet as this originally screened."
"I can imagine," Loki nods, a finger trailing lightly over Tony's own, raising goose bumps in its wake.
"And by the way, speaking of family," he says lightly, "I like your mom."
Loki raises an eyebrow in his direction. "Oh?"
"Yeah, she's cool." An impish grin comes over his face; because really, he can't help himself. "How come you never told me she was smoking hot?"
The finger on his arm comes to an abrupt halt, and a split second later one of the couch pillows has made direct contact with his face. "Don't even go there, Tony," Loki warns. "She's my mother."
Tony's grin widens. "You mean you smoking hot mother," he teases, poking his fingers right into the middle of Loki's stomach, and the god hisses and twists under him. Ticklish as ever.
In the next instant, there's an arm around his waist and he finds himself ungracefully flopped down onto his back, so he snatches up the nearest pillow and smacks it into the back of Loki's head, but the god grabs his wrists and pushes them down to either side of his head, securely pinning him down.
He bucks, but the weight above him refuses to budge, and he is greeted with a wicked smile that he knows all too well by now. Spurred on, he grinds his hips along with his growing erection into the body above.
Loki laughs. "Already in the mood, love?"
"I'm always in the mood, baby. You should know that by now," he shoots back, making another little bucking motion to accentuate his assertion.
Loki lets loose a little snicker at that. Yes, he knows that very well by now. And he loves it. "Perhaps we should do something about that," he says, fingers slipping beneath the hem of Tony's T-shirt and slowly inching their way upwards against warm skin, his thumb digging into the man's belly button.
"You have my whole-hearted support," Tony agrees as he reaches up to grab Loki's hips, kneading insistently and then pushing in a forwards and downwards motion. He obliges, leaning down over Tony until their stomachs and chests are pressed flush against each other, their faces mere inches apart. Tony's cranes his neck upwards, his mouth gently nibbling at Loki's lower lip.
Again, Loki obliges, bowing his head so that their mouths can lock into a kiss, soft at first but growing more heated by the second as their tongues explore each other's mouths. Tony tastes like mint and salt and something untameable and it's making him want more.
"You are wearing too much clothes, I think," he murmurs as he draws away a little, sitting up to straddle the man still lying on his back.
"Couldn't agree more on that point," Tony concurs. No further encouragement needed, he pulls the shirt over his head and makes a grab for Loki again, but Loki shakes his head as he smacks his lips.
"Still too much," he waves impatiently at the still buttoned jeans. "We need to get rid of these too."
"Anything you say." Tony's fingers are already fumbling at the front of his pants, and a few seconds later he kicks them off along with his underwear, leaving his body fully exposed to Loki's ministrations.
"Mmm, much better," he hums seductively in that sinful voice that makes little tingling shivers shoot all over Tony's spine.
He lets out a muffled groan as Loki's mouth descends on his stomach, tracing his abs in meandering little patterns. Maybe he's writing something in runic with his tongue – most likely 'mine' – but Tony doesn't bother asking. It's not important. He just waits in anticipation as the god continues to lick and nibble over his skin, occasionally giving a little bite along the way.
One of his hands goes up to the black hair that's framing Loki's face like a dark, exotic curtain. He enjoys the way it curls in that impish, rebellious kind of way. It makes the god look like a cute, fuzzy little alien pet. Not that he's going to tell Loki that, though; he's already rolling his eyes enough at all the nicknames that Tony's been busy giving him in bed.
The tongue starts to move towards his chest – which is unfortunately the wrong direction, but he can live with that – passing to swirl briefly over the arc reactor before Loki's wide grin is right in his face.
"What do you want, Tony?" he asks seductively, licking his lips in a show of anticipation.
"Further southwards?" he says with a raised eyebrow and a little grinding of his pelvis into Loki's leg, trying to get at least a little friction going in the right places.
"Very well."
Loki smiles inwardly as he traces a slow trail of licks over Tony's heated skin, starting from his collarbone, and then stopping to tease at the little hard knob that is the man's nipple.
"A bit further southwards?" comes Tony's needy groan from somewhere above.
"As you wish," he says, moving down to the little hollow of Tony's belly button instead, prodding the tip of his tongue into the depression. "Is this better?"
"Still a few inches off, baby."
A hand is insistently pushing at the top of his head, trying to get him into the desired position. And what that is is not hard to guess, the way Tony's erection is already poking him in the throat.
"So needy," he comments with a shake of his head before acquiescing, taking hold of the hard shaft in one hand, and licking a long, slow strip all the way up to the slit. Tony twitches in his grip, and, deciding to get to work in earnest, he lets his mouth descend over the head, taking in the first inch and slowly sucking.
"That's better… much better," Tony breathes softly as Loki takes him deeper, relishing in the feeling of the hard but yet smooth erection tucked in between his lips. He can feel his own groin hardening at having Tony in his mouth like this, but he pays his own bodily needs to heed for the moment, instead setting out to give Tony as much pleasure as he can manage.
Descending further – a trick that all those lovers who've been on the receiving end of have greatly enjoyed – he swallows Tony down all the way to the hilt, pushing him past the barrier where most people would have already stopped. Then, he sets up a quicker, steadier pace, letting his tongue slide over the length as he works it over.
No matter how many times the god does this, Tony never gets tired of it. It's such a stunning sight seeing him taking his cock into his mouth like that, swallowing every inch of it down. And there are quite a few of them to swallow. Better than any magic fairyland trick.
And the feeling of that tongue moving over him… and those lips wrapped around him… it's truly divine. It's in moments like this, when he's lying all panting and yet breathless and shivering and yet unmoving that he can really believe that Loki is a true god. A god of sex and lust and desire and all that's good and awesome.
And, even better, he's all Tony's.
As Loki does something with his tongue on the tip of Tony's cock that he isn't quite sure what it is but that causes a burst of pleasure to shoot straight through his groin, he can't help but let slip a moan. Loki's otherworldly talented mouth has almost driven him to the point of completion, but he doesn't want to finish like this this time. No, he wants to see Loki straddling him, taking him in all the way in another way entirely.
With the greatest of efforts, he grabs hold of Loki's head, and gently lifts it off his cock. It makes a cute little plopping sound as it leaves the god's mouth.
"You should get undressed," he manages to grit out, his abandoned cock making a little unhappy twitch at the rudely disrupted activities. "Like, now."
He almost stifles a little laugh; Tony is so eager, so impatient to get down to other things.
And he loves it.
So he seats himself on Tony's stomach, divesting himself of his shirt with a slow stretch of limbs. Licking his lips, he bores his eyes into Tony's and trails his hands over his own chest and stomach, letting his head loll backwards as his mouth falls open. He can see Tony positively drooling at the display, and a second later fingers are inelegantly fumbling at his waist to get the topmost button of his pants open.
He takes mercy on them, reaching down to undo his pants and quickly pull them down. Eager hands have already found their way beneath his underwear to grope at his ass, so he wastes no time to get out of them too, letting his straining erection spring free.
Hovering on all fours over the man beneath him, he grinds his own length into Tony's before bending down to claim those still beautifully half-open lips with his mouth. Tony returns the kiss with eagerness and heated passion, pushing Loki down to sprawl flat on his body.
A slick finger is massaging at his opening, making him wonder just when Tony managed to stick his hand into the jar of lube; he didn't even notice it. But he spreads his legs wider, allowing the digit access, moaning a little as it enters.
"I… need you, Loki. Now," the man breathes into his ear as the finger inside of him plunges deeper, finding the exact right spot that makes his whole body suddenly go rigid. And how he loves hearing those words from Tony's mouth, hearing how the man needs – yearns – desires him. Like water or air, impossible to live without. It's making his own erection throb in delight where it's firmly pressed between their bodies.
He lets another finger press inside, not missing the resulting tensing of the pale body draped over him or the sharp intake of breath. So after a little while, he lets a third finger carefully join the first two, pressing against that spot that he knows from previous experience will get the god to mewl in pleasure.
"Ah… Tony."
How he loves the sound of that voice, especially when it's moaning his name like that. Loki is already pushing against his fingers, following the pace that Tony has set up, little squeals spilling from his lips whenever the fingers brush against that magic spot. It's tempting to continue, because damn if Loki doesn't look totally delicious like that, but he wants something more. Preferably now.
Withdrawing his fingers to the sound of a displeased moan, he pushes Loki up from his chest and into a sitting position. Then, he bucks his hips upward, letting his hard cock prod into Loki's back.
"Come on, baby, get on top of me," he breathes, and Loki, his eyes not leaving Tony's for a second, heaves himself up and positions himself right over Tony's groin, and then – oh so laboriously slowly – lets himself descend on his cock, inch by inch, eyes half-lidded in pleasure and chest heaving in quick breaths.
The feeling as Tony slides inside of him is as glorious as ever. He remains sitting for a few heartbeats, letting himself adjust to Tony's girth, before slowly raising himself up and then descending again, his thighs smacking against Tony's hips. As he starts moving in earnest, Tony's hands come up to grab a firm hold of his ass, guiding him as he moves. He angles his hips, making sure that the length inside of him is hitting exactly where it should, feeling his own breath speed up as the pleasure inside of him is mounting.
And Loki is so beautiful like this, the way he's sitting there impaling himself on Tony's cock, his face contorted in pleasure, riding him like there's no tomorrow. Unable to hold himself off any longer, he grabs hold of Loki's erection, stroking it with hard, rhythmic tugs, matching the pace that Loki is setting up.
He groans, the simultaneous pleasures of having Tony inside of him and the hand wrapped around his length almost enough to make him come on the spot. He's twitching in Tony's grip and there are little stars dancing before his very eyes at the way that a thumb is rubbing over the head, putting delicate pressure on the sensitive tip.
He's almost there, driven to the edge by the sight of the god moving on top of him and the feeling of being squeezed inside of that tight, slick heat. Fuck, it's so amazing and Loki is so perfect and…
He's almost there, driven to the edge by the sight of the man writhing beneath him and the feeling of the length moving inside of him. By the Nine, it's so amazing and Tony is so perfect and…
They come at the same time, Tony spilling into Loki as Loki comes over Tony's chest and hand, both of their cries echoing in the room as a testimony of their shared pleasure.
For a while, there is nothing but heavy, laboured breaths as they lie intertwined on the couch, limbs entangled.
"You know," Tony finally says with a grin, interrupting the silence. "I think we can make those two years pass pretty quickly."
Loki only smiles and snuggles closer.
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