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the_goldenpathTitle: Sinful Sundays
Fandom: Avengers (Marvel Universe)
Pairings: Tony Stark x Loki (Ironfrost)
Warnings: foul language, man x man interaction of the sexy kind
Summary: Tony and Loki share a Sunday morning together, apparently without any hostility, but not with much personal affection either.
Author’s note: I have no idea where to put this in a canon timeline, so I’m just saying ‘general Marvel/Avengers’ universe.
Key: ----- = scene change
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“Oh, you Americans.”
“Oh, you Americans what?”
“You are so silly. I can see why my brother likes your company so much.”
“Elaborate.”
A heavy sigh. “You are loud. You are brash. You are headstrong, I will give you that.”
“Well la-dee-da mister Perfect Pants, for not confining ourselves to your utopia existing of nothing but mystical books and serene silence.”
“Do not mock me, Anthony.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Tony Stark lazily opened his eyes. He had almost dozed off; in a relaxed state like this, lying next to no one other than Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief, after having a very intense, interesting and intimate… meeting with him. Well, why not admit it - they just had sex. Wonderful, amazing, hot and hardcore sex. He was still trying to catch his breath.
“You started it. You called us silly.”
“Perhaps I should be more specific. Humans are silly.”
“Yes yes, we’re silly, oh godly one.” He turned on his side, so he could stare directly into Loki’s eyes. Those hypnotizing green eyes. “Yet we invented showers and laundry machines, hamburgers and automobiles, and you just love a taste of good, hard, American cock.”
Loki snorted, but he didn’t deny it. “As you love the taste of my Asgardian body,” he said.
“I do, very much so.” He drew circles on Loki’s chest, his fingers contrasting starkly with his pale skin. Tony loved being outside, soaking up the sun, whereas his… alien lover preferred to stay indoors, reading or listening to music. Or brooding on whatever his scheme or new plans for either world domination or just pissing Thor off. It was a conflict of interest, really, because Thor was his colleague, but Tony preferred dark-haired lovers over blonds, and to be honest, Loki was much more appealing and interesting, if only because of his schemes. “What are you thinking of? Us silly humans?”
“Among other things.” Loki turned his head towards Tony, completely at ease. He wouldn’t admit for the life of him that Tony was his favorite Avenger; smooth, suave, a gentleman when he wanted to be… but in fact, Loki appreciated his attitude, as arrogant as he looked and seemed on the outside. He was drawn in by that arrogance, that confidence; he needed someone strong to counterbalance him, not to follow him around or to do his every bidding. He had his own henchmen for that - those weren’t the qualities he searched for in a lover.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of destroying Earth once more.”
Loki shook his head, sending his long, black strands of hair flying. Tony loved playing with it. “No, only when I want to rattle my brother. I have nothing on my mind now.”
“Serious? You scared the piss out of me last week when you teamed up with Doom.”
Loki made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “I have a reputation to think about. Besides, Victor promised me something interesting…”
“He did?”
“Yes, but it was what you call… a ‘dud’? He thought it was a magical artifact, but it was a weak, fake copy.”
Tony grinned and leaned into Loki for a quick kiss. “Old Victor wasn’t happy to hear that…”
“He certainly was not.” An involuntary moan escaped him.
“We silly humans can fool geniuses and gods,” Tony smirked into the kiss. He moved up his hand to cup Loki’s face. “Would you like to reconsider your earlier statement?”
“Fool,” Loki answered, but his voice lacked any vehemence. He parted his lips and flicked out his tongue. Tony answered hungrily. Loki’s stamina was just one of his many qualities that the other Avengers overlooked. Why, they still saw him as a power-hungry madman, a dangerous lunatic who had no qualms operating dangerous alien technology to enslave the world. Truth to be told, Tony looked at him the same way, especially after being defenestrated by said God of Mischief; Loki had never apologized, and Tony didn’t expect it of him.
“I’m a fool, yes.” Another kiss, and Tony sunk his hand into Loki’s hair. Another moan eluded the other. Lazy Sundays were the best kind of days, or so Tony thought. In this private environment, with no obligations or appointments scheduled, he could just concentrate on Loki, not that they maintained a steady relationship. He didn’t have any illusions about that - it was mutual profit, like a business deal. They both enjoyed it and both weren’t looking for any strings attached, so it wasn’t a problem, unless SHIELD found out… or the Avengers, or Pepper, or the world. A fool, indeed. Was he really as stupid as to be blinded by a hot body, by lust or by being horny? It all boiled down to physical urges, and he could control them, couldn’t he? Was it worth the risk?
Loki moved his arms around him and suddenly rolled over, pushing Tony harshly into the covers of the bed. A flash of a grin, and he attacked the crook of his neck like a vampire biting down. Tony all but pulled Loki closer and didn’t even gasp when the other broke his skin and drew a little blood.
“Maybe we are both fools,” Loki hissed against his skin, lapping up the few droplets. He suckled on the broken skin, his saliva both stinging and soothing. “I am a fool to believe that a throne should be mine, you are a fool to believe you can sit next to a king.”
“I believe I can fuck a king,” Tony answered. His eyes sought out Loki’s, not sure if he could appreciate his kind of humor. As expected, those mesmerizing green eyes narrowed to mere slits, and a frown appeared on his forehead.
“What if the king fucks you?” Loki finally answered. Tony showed him a devilish grin.
“I’d like it if the king fucked me.”
“You egocentric, greedy American.”
“You megalomaniac, sexy Asgardian.”
Loki snorted. He didn’t regard Asgard as his home anymore, but Tony wasn’t in the mood for one of his long rants about his (former) family or homeland, so before Loki could start on it, he smothered him with a kiss. Distraught, Loki relaxed, only for Tony to grab him at the shoulders and turn them over once again. Fortunately, Tony’s luxurious beach house came with an exceedingly large bed. Loki didn’t protest. He had the -magic- powers and the physical strength to throw Tony off like someone would brush of a speck of dust, but he didn’t. He stared at Tony, looking for something.
“Iron Man,” he said.
“Loki,” Tony said.
“Why “iron”?”
“The first suit I designed was completely made out of iron.” Tony shrugged. He didn’t like to think back to the circumstances in which he had to design the suit. Too many topics that the both of them didn’t like to talk about; and neither one of them pressed the other into it. No nagging, no whining. It didn’t matter if it was the right ‘answer’ or not. Tony made sure to keep kissing Loki, the hairs of his goatee scratching over the other’s skin, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. That was the greatest kick of all, to pleasure him, the self-proclaimed king, the lost prince of a realm far beyond ordinary people’s comprehension. But Tony Stark wasn’t an average person, he wasn’t an ordinary person. Maybe he understood Loki better than he thought, and vice versa; but did it actually matter? If he wanted to philosophize about it, he would pour himself a Jack Daniels. It didn’t matter if he was a fool, or fooling himself; he could already feel the sensations raging through his body, and he noticed how Loki was responding.
A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. Loki’s hands were on his chest, and unlike other lovers - not that Tony had that many - he wasn’t afraid of touching the arc reactor. It was just there and he didn’t shy away from it. He pawed at Loki’s perfect body, tall and slender, muscular yet not overly buff, and worked his way down, trailing kisses in a straight line from his chest to further south. Loki tilted his head back, unabashedly moaning as Tony took him into his mouth. He dropped his arms next to his sides, fingers tugging at the exclusive satin sheets. Tony wrapped the fingers of his left hand around him, stroking in a firm rhythm as he sucked.
His right hand worked themselves between Loki’s thighs, kneading the supple flesh, as if massaging him. To reduce the Asgardian to a moaning heap, not to spite him but to really give him pleasure, was an achievement Tony was actually proud of. He never thought that this would happen, of course. He had no interest in Loki, especially not after the whole defenestration thing. It took him a couple of more meetings to actually notice and appreciate the God of Mischief; Loki could really be a formidable ally if he wanted to. And most of the time, he simply didn’t want to. Rebellion and intellect, Tony couldn’t say no to it. It had started with exchanging a few looks, a few jabs to test the waters, and he couldn’t remember precisely when they had ended up in bed.
Loki’s fingers scratched the back of his neck and trailed down his spine, as he leaned into him, Tony’s own fingers still working him over. It had been the entire Sunday morning like this, and what better way to spend time? It took away every ounce of stress or tension, it was a great workout, it sharpened all his senses, it made him think better and it just felt good. He dragged his tongue to the base of Loki’s cock, drawing out the pleasure. He was rewarded with another moan, and he kneaded with his other hand just a little more intense, thumb pressing against the pale skin.
Teasingly, he trailed his tongue back up again, leaving a trail of saliva. He wasn’t concerned with who was on top or not; he certainly wasn’t keeping tally. No one would be able to accuse Tony Stark of not being flexible; in every sense of the word. Before he could move his head back down again, Loki forced him to look his way, lifting himself up to kiss him again, tasting himself. Kissing fiercely, Loki wrapped his long legs around Tony’s body and all but tackled him, so that the infamous Iron Man found himself on his back again. Loki loomed over him, grinning at him wildly. He pushed Tony’s legs apart, and he allowed it. They already had their foreplay, it seemed like hours ago, and they didn’t need extensive preparation; the lube wasn’t that far away, the bottle had to be around here somewhere. Tony hadn’t bothered to keep count of their many couplings this morning.
His grin was lazy, relaxed. Somewhere far in the distance, he heard a phone ringing; it wasn’t his Stark phone, so it wasn’t urgent. The answering machine would record the message and he would listen to it later, much later… after Loki was finished, after lunch, after his world had stopped spinning with all this lust and desire… the deep moan that escaped was his, when Loki entered him, smoothly as expected. It was just sex, but it was also a deep sense of… need being fulfilled, being satisfied. It was good, it was wonderful, it was amazing. He enjoyed the feeling, knowing what it felt like to receive and to give. Yeah, he could be pretty selfish, but in bed, Tony Stark liked to return the favor.
Loki ravaged him with his hands before putting them on Tony’s hips and pulling him closer, sinking deeper into him. Tony groaned, tilting his head back, his eyes closed as he savored the sensations running wild through him. Lifting up his legs, he wrapped them around Loki’s waist without clinging too tightly.
“Why ‘Mischief’?” he asked.
“I do not know,” Loki answered, his lips close to Tony’s ears as he leaned into him. “It is not a title I chose for myself. You silly humans did.”
“Not you amazing intelligent Asgardians?” Tony couldn’t help but ask.
“Maybe. I do not care.” He nibbled on Tony’s ear before biting down on his earlobe, albeit lightly, not drawing blood this time. “Do you want to babble or do you want to be fucked?”
“You should know the answer to that,” Tony said. He couldn’t help but hiss. “Jesus, you’re so…” How to finish the sentence without sounding extremely corny? ‘Oh Loki, you’re so big’? ‘Oh Loki, you give me the greatest pleasure’? He didn’t bother to finish the sentence and Loki didn’t ask him to, as he started to pull out and push back in again, starting at a fairly slow pace. Tony tightened his muscles and decided to just enjoy the ride. They would take a lovely shower later, and soap each other up good… those familiar sensations, building up so quickly… as if it was completely new, as if he hadn’t experienced this before. Now he did cling to Loki, his legs tighter and tighter around him as the other sped up, giving in to his own desire. Tony raised his arms above his head, stretching himself a little before arching his back again, completely surrendering to Loki’s pace. Controlled, deep thrusts, it might seem a little mechanical to an outsider, such little romance, but this was what they both wanted. Satisfaction, instant gratification, fulfillment. With no one else around, they could make as much noise as they wanted, do whatever they wanted, how many times they wanted.
An unintelligible sound left his lips, a gurgling noise rising up from his throat as he reached his climax. He bucked his hips, answering to the rhythm, speeding it up himself, unable to withstand the wreckage. Tony tried to hold onto that sensation as long as possible as he waited for Loki to finish, reveling in the contact, knowing that it would be over again all too soon again. Reclining into the satin sheets, he had to catch his breath - for the umpteenth time. Loki pulled out of him, and he mourned the loss of that moment of intimacy and groaned once more. The Asgardian didn’t move after that and rested on top of Tony, a weight he could carry.
“You’re so good,” Tony finished his sentence after all. It sounded corny no matter what.
“You are not so bad yourself either.” Loki shifted around a little until he was comfortable, without crushing Tony in the process.
“For a brash, loud American?”
“For a human.”
“Fine…” Tony rolled his eyes, but Loki didn’t see it. “Shower in five minutes?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You got any other plans for today?”
“Not really.”
Tony turned his head to look at his alarm clock. Yeah, almost lunch time. He never kept his fridge stocked, so he better called a caterer or something. Asgardian Gods were nothing short but bottomless pits, and with the calories he just burned, he could eat a horse.
“Do you?” Loki asked.
“Do I what?”
“Do you have plans?”
“Oh, I wanted to take a look at that new quantum solar wave oscilloscope.”
“I am asleep.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Wake me for more American cock in three hours.”
“Three? What makes you say three?”
“I like short cat naps.”
Tony couldn’t help it, he grinned again. It seemed like he was going to spend this entire Sunday in his bed. And which such company, who was he to complain?
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Fandom: Avengers (Marvel Universe)
Pairings: Tony Stark x Loki (Ironfrost)
Warnings: foul language, man x man interaction of the sexy kind
Summary: Tony and Loki share a Sunday morning together, apparently without any hostility, but not with much personal affection either.
Author’s note: I have no idea where to put this in a canon timeline, so I’m just saying ‘general Marvel/Avengers’ universe.
Key: ----- = scene change
“Oh, you Americans.”
“Oh, you Americans what?”
“You are so silly. I can see why my brother likes your company so much.”
“Elaborate.”
A heavy sigh. “You are loud. You are brash. You are headstrong, I will give you that.”
“Well la-dee-da mister Perfect Pants, for not confining ourselves to your utopia existing of nothing but mystical books and serene silence.”
“Do not mock me, Anthony.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Tony Stark lazily opened his eyes. He had almost dozed off; in a relaxed state like this, lying next to no one other than Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief, after having a very intense, interesting and intimate… meeting with him. Well, why not admit it - they just had sex. Wonderful, amazing, hot and hardcore sex. He was still trying to catch his breath.
“You started it. You called us silly.”
“Perhaps I should be more specific. Humans are silly.”
“Yes yes, we’re silly, oh godly one.” He turned on his side, so he could stare directly into Loki’s eyes. Those hypnotizing green eyes. “Yet we invented showers and laundry machines, hamburgers and automobiles, and you just love a taste of good, hard, American cock.”
Loki snorted, but he didn’t deny it. “As you love the taste of my Asgardian body,” he said.
“I do, very much so.” He drew circles on Loki’s chest, his fingers contrasting starkly with his pale skin. Tony loved being outside, soaking up the sun, whereas his… alien lover preferred to stay indoors, reading or listening to music. Or brooding on whatever his scheme or new plans for either world domination or just pissing Thor off. It was a conflict of interest, really, because Thor was his colleague, but Tony preferred dark-haired lovers over blonds, and to be honest, Loki was much more appealing and interesting, if only because of his schemes. “What are you thinking of? Us silly humans?”
“Among other things.” Loki turned his head towards Tony, completely at ease. He wouldn’t admit for the life of him that Tony was his favorite Avenger; smooth, suave, a gentleman when he wanted to be… but in fact, Loki appreciated his attitude, as arrogant as he looked and seemed on the outside. He was drawn in by that arrogance, that confidence; he needed someone strong to counterbalance him, not to follow him around or to do his every bidding. He had his own henchmen for that - those weren’t the qualities he searched for in a lover.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of destroying Earth once more.”
Loki shook his head, sending his long, black strands of hair flying. Tony loved playing with it. “No, only when I want to rattle my brother. I have nothing on my mind now.”
“Serious? You scared the piss out of me last week when you teamed up with Doom.”
Loki made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “I have a reputation to think about. Besides, Victor promised me something interesting…”
“He did?”
“Yes, but it was what you call… a ‘dud’? He thought it was a magical artifact, but it was a weak, fake copy.”
Tony grinned and leaned into Loki for a quick kiss. “Old Victor wasn’t happy to hear that…”
“He certainly was not.” An involuntary moan escaped him.
“We silly humans can fool geniuses and gods,” Tony smirked into the kiss. He moved up his hand to cup Loki’s face. “Would you like to reconsider your earlier statement?”
“Fool,” Loki answered, but his voice lacked any vehemence. He parted his lips and flicked out his tongue. Tony answered hungrily. Loki’s stamina was just one of his many qualities that the other Avengers overlooked. Why, they still saw him as a power-hungry madman, a dangerous lunatic who had no qualms operating dangerous alien technology to enslave the world. Truth to be told, Tony looked at him the same way, especially after being defenestrated by said God of Mischief; Loki had never apologized, and Tony didn’t expect it of him.
“I’m a fool, yes.” Another kiss, and Tony sunk his hand into Loki’s hair. Another moan eluded the other. Lazy Sundays were the best kind of days, or so Tony thought. In this private environment, with no obligations or appointments scheduled, he could just concentrate on Loki, not that they maintained a steady relationship. He didn’t have any illusions about that - it was mutual profit, like a business deal. They both enjoyed it and both weren’t looking for any strings attached, so it wasn’t a problem, unless SHIELD found out… or the Avengers, or Pepper, or the world. A fool, indeed. Was he really as stupid as to be blinded by a hot body, by lust or by being horny? It all boiled down to physical urges, and he could control them, couldn’t he? Was it worth the risk?
Loki moved his arms around him and suddenly rolled over, pushing Tony harshly into the covers of the bed. A flash of a grin, and he attacked the crook of his neck like a vampire biting down. Tony all but pulled Loki closer and didn’t even gasp when the other broke his skin and drew a little blood.
“Maybe we are both fools,” Loki hissed against his skin, lapping up the few droplets. He suckled on the broken skin, his saliva both stinging and soothing. “I am a fool to believe that a throne should be mine, you are a fool to believe you can sit next to a king.”
“I believe I can fuck a king,” Tony answered. His eyes sought out Loki’s, not sure if he could appreciate his kind of humor. As expected, those mesmerizing green eyes narrowed to mere slits, and a frown appeared on his forehead.
“What if the king fucks you?” Loki finally answered. Tony showed him a devilish grin.
“I’d like it if the king fucked me.”
“You egocentric, greedy American.”
“You megalomaniac, sexy Asgardian.”
Loki snorted. He didn’t regard Asgard as his home anymore, but Tony wasn’t in the mood for one of his long rants about his (former) family or homeland, so before Loki could start on it, he smothered him with a kiss. Distraught, Loki relaxed, only for Tony to grab him at the shoulders and turn them over once again. Fortunately, Tony’s luxurious beach house came with an exceedingly large bed. Loki didn’t protest. He had the -magic- powers and the physical strength to throw Tony off like someone would brush of a speck of dust, but he didn’t. He stared at Tony, looking for something.
“Iron Man,” he said.
“Loki,” Tony said.
“Why “iron”?”
“The first suit I designed was completely made out of iron.” Tony shrugged. He didn’t like to think back to the circumstances in which he had to design the suit. Too many topics that the both of them didn’t like to talk about; and neither one of them pressed the other into it. No nagging, no whining. It didn’t matter if it was the right ‘answer’ or not. Tony made sure to keep kissing Loki, the hairs of his goatee scratching over the other’s skin, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. That was the greatest kick of all, to pleasure him, the self-proclaimed king, the lost prince of a realm far beyond ordinary people’s comprehension. But Tony Stark wasn’t an average person, he wasn’t an ordinary person. Maybe he understood Loki better than he thought, and vice versa; but did it actually matter? If he wanted to philosophize about it, he would pour himself a Jack Daniels. It didn’t matter if he was a fool, or fooling himself; he could already feel the sensations raging through his body, and he noticed how Loki was responding.
A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. Loki’s hands were on his chest, and unlike other lovers - not that Tony had that many - he wasn’t afraid of touching the arc reactor. It was just there and he didn’t shy away from it. He pawed at Loki’s perfect body, tall and slender, muscular yet not overly buff, and worked his way down, trailing kisses in a straight line from his chest to further south. Loki tilted his head back, unabashedly moaning as Tony took him into his mouth. He dropped his arms next to his sides, fingers tugging at the exclusive satin sheets. Tony wrapped the fingers of his left hand around him, stroking in a firm rhythm as he sucked.
His right hand worked themselves between Loki’s thighs, kneading the supple flesh, as if massaging him. To reduce the Asgardian to a moaning heap, not to spite him but to really give him pleasure, was an achievement Tony was actually proud of. He never thought that this would happen, of course. He had no interest in Loki, especially not after the whole defenestration thing. It took him a couple of more meetings to actually notice and appreciate the God of Mischief; Loki could really be a formidable ally if he wanted to. And most of the time, he simply didn’t want to. Rebellion and intellect, Tony couldn’t say no to it. It had started with exchanging a few looks, a few jabs to test the waters, and he couldn’t remember precisely when they had ended up in bed.
Loki’s fingers scratched the back of his neck and trailed down his spine, as he leaned into him, Tony’s own fingers still working him over. It had been the entire Sunday morning like this, and what better way to spend time? It took away every ounce of stress or tension, it was a great workout, it sharpened all his senses, it made him think better and it just felt good. He dragged his tongue to the base of Loki’s cock, drawing out the pleasure. He was rewarded with another moan, and he kneaded with his other hand just a little more intense, thumb pressing against the pale skin.
Teasingly, he trailed his tongue back up again, leaving a trail of saliva. He wasn’t concerned with who was on top or not; he certainly wasn’t keeping tally. No one would be able to accuse Tony Stark of not being flexible; in every sense of the word. Before he could move his head back down again, Loki forced him to look his way, lifting himself up to kiss him again, tasting himself. Kissing fiercely, Loki wrapped his long legs around Tony’s body and all but tackled him, so that the infamous Iron Man found himself on his back again. Loki loomed over him, grinning at him wildly. He pushed Tony’s legs apart, and he allowed it. They already had their foreplay, it seemed like hours ago, and they didn’t need extensive preparation; the lube wasn’t that far away, the bottle had to be around here somewhere. Tony hadn’t bothered to keep count of their many couplings this morning.
His grin was lazy, relaxed. Somewhere far in the distance, he heard a phone ringing; it wasn’t his Stark phone, so it wasn’t urgent. The answering machine would record the message and he would listen to it later, much later… after Loki was finished, after lunch, after his world had stopped spinning with all this lust and desire… the deep moan that escaped was his, when Loki entered him, smoothly as expected. It was just sex, but it was also a deep sense of… need being fulfilled, being satisfied. It was good, it was wonderful, it was amazing. He enjoyed the feeling, knowing what it felt like to receive and to give. Yeah, he could be pretty selfish, but in bed, Tony Stark liked to return the favor.
Loki ravaged him with his hands before putting them on Tony’s hips and pulling him closer, sinking deeper into him. Tony groaned, tilting his head back, his eyes closed as he savored the sensations running wild through him. Lifting up his legs, he wrapped them around Loki’s waist without clinging too tightly.
“Why ‘Mischief’?” he asked.
“I do not know,” Loki answered, his lips close to Tony’s ears as he leaned into him. “It is not a title I chose for myself. You silly humans did.”
“Not you amazing intelligent Asgardians?” Tony couldn’t help but ask.
“Maybe. I do not care.” He nibbled on Tony’s ear before biting down on his earlobe, albeit lightly, not drawing blood this time. “Do you want to babble or do you want to be fucked?”
“You should know the answer to that,” Tony said. He couldn’t help but hiss. “Jesus, you’re so…” How to finish the sentence without sounding extremely corny? ‘Oh Loki, you’re so big’? ‘Oh Loki, you give me the greatest pleasure’? He didn’t bother to finish the sentence and Loki didn’t ask him to, as he started to pull out and push back in again, starting at a fairly slow pace. Tony tightened his muscles and decided to just enjoy the ride. They would take a lovely shower later, and soap each other up good… those familiar sensations, building up so quickly… as if it was completely new, as if he hadn’t experienced this before. Now he did cling to Loki, his legs tighter and tighter around him as the other sped up, giving in to his own desire. Tony raised his arms above his head, stretching himself a little before arching his back again, completely surrendering to Loki’s pace. Controlled, deep thrusts, it might seem a little mechanical to an outsider, such little romance, but this was what they both wanted. Satisfaction, instant gratification, fulfillment. With no one else around, they could make as much noise as they wanted, do whatever they wanted, how many times they wanted.
An unintelligible sound left his lips, a gurgling noise rising up from his throat as he reached his climax. He bucked his hips, answering to the rhythm, speeding it up himself, unable to withstand the wreckage. Tony tried to hold onto that sensation as long as possible as he waited for Loki to finish, reveling in the contact, knowing that it would be over again all too soon again. Reclining into the satin sheets, he had to catch his breath - for the umpteenth time. Loki pulled out of him, and he mourned the loss of that moment of intimacy and groaned once more. The Asgardian didn’t move after that and rested on top of Tony, a weight he could carry.
“You’re so good,” Tony finished his sentence after all. It sounded corny no matter what.
“You are not so bad yourself either.” Loki shifted around a little until he was comfortable, without crushing Tony in the process.
“For a brash, loud American?”
“For a human.”
“Fine…” Tony rolled his eyes, but Loki didn’t see it. “Shower in five minutes?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You got any other plans for today?”
“Not really.”
Tony turned his head to look at his alarm clock. Yeah, almost lunch time. He never kept his fridge stocked, so he better called a caterer or something. Asgardian Gods were nothing short but bottomless pits, and with the calories he just burned, he could eat a horse.
“Do you?” Loki asked.
“Do I what?”
“Do you have plans?”
“Oh, I wanted to take a look at that new quantum solar wave oscilloscope.”
“I am asleep.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Wake me for more American cock in three hours.”
“Three? What makes you say three?”
“I like short cat naps.”
Tony couldn’t help it, he grinned again. It seemed like he was going to spend this entire Sunday in his bed. And which such company, who was he to complain?
