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When Tony enters the penthouse living room, he needs to take just a single look at Loki to know that he is planning something. The glint in Loki’s eyes is enough to make a pleasant spark of anticipation flare up in Tony’s belly, and he can’t help but laugh.
“You kinda look like you’re planning to eat me whole,” he says, slipping out of his shoes before he sits down next to Loki on the sofa. He nudges Loki's arm to make him move, and Loki immediately makes his book vanish and puts his arm around Tony, pulling him closer.
“Oh, no.” Loki smiles and trails his fingers over Tony's side. “My plans are more along the lines of the opposite, actually.”
Tony raises a brow, unsure what Loki means by that. “Yeah?”
“If you’re willing, that is,” Loki says. “I know you’ve had a long day. If you would rather rest a little first -”
“Nah,” Tony interrupts. “No, I’m all stiff and annoyed after all those meetings. Getting my mind off that would be nice. I'm kinda hungry, though.”
“You should eat something first, then.”
“Mh.” Tony rests his head on Loki's shoulder, closing his eyes. “Where's my collar?”
“I have it,” Loki replies. The reply is just as unnecessary as the question; of course Loki has the collar. He always keeps it when Tony takes it off. “Do you want me to put it on you?”
“Yeah.”
Somehow, Loki manages to take the collar out of his pocket dimension and buckle it around Tony's neck without moving him too much. Tony is thankful for that, because although Loki usually makes him get on his knees for this, right now Tony is just too comfortable to move. The collar makes it even better. Like Loki promised, he doesn't mind it when Tony doesn't wear it 24/7 - which doesn’t mean that he doesn’t prefer it when Tony wears the collar, he just doesn’t throw a tantrum when Tony decides that every dom in the room staring at Tony’s neck although they should be concentrating on the meeting is not what he needs today. Because obviously everyone still isn’t over the fact that somebody’s managed to put a collar on Tony Stark. He wore it in public exactly two times, and the press hasn’t shut up about it since. That will only get worse when they find out just who put the collar on him, which is why they decided to wait a little before letting that particular information slip. It’s not like Tony doesn’t want everyone to know that he is with Loki now, he just also spent his whole life so far telling and showing the world that he doesn’t need a dom, and that makes this step a little difficult. Thankfully, Loki is willing to take it slow, because apparently he cares less about showing Tony off and more about Tony himself, which is. Very nice indeed.
“What about dinner, pet?”
Tony, who would probably fall asleep within the next fifteen minutes if Loki let him, makes a reluctant sound. “Too lazy to get up again right now.”
“I see,” Loki says, his voice soft and amused. “Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to go to the kitchen for you.”
Tony buries his face against Loki's shoulder. “If you get up now, m'gonna kill you.”
“Oh, feel free to try. Now move, would you?”
With a groan, Tony straightens again and lets Loki get up. Before Loki goes, he steals a kiss - well, even Loki can't steal something that's given freely, so it's less stealing and more simple taking. Tony's tempted to forget about dinner and do more - a lot more - of this kissing thing, but Loki soon pulls back. There's a knowing and definitely smug smile tugging at his lips when he stands up, and Tony just rolls his eyes and stretches.
“Hurry,” he says, “or I'll spend the night in the workshop.”
Loki throws a curious look over his shoulder before he leaves the room. “And you think that could stop me how, exactly?”
Tony only snorts. Loki has never once tried to distract him when he’s working, and they’ve never had sex in the workshop, either. Maybe they should change that, Tony thinks now; some of the work benches are just begging Loki to tie Tony to them. But well, maybe another time - it’s obvious that Loki planned something for tonight, and Tony’s willing to wait and see what it’s going to be. He trusts Loki implicitly, and anyway, Loki has the great and also slightly disturbing skill to make Tony enjoy whatever Loki does to him. Maybe that’s just because Loki would sooner throw himself out of the window rather than do something Tony doesn’t enjoy. And yes, that’s another thing that is very nice. God, it’s a whole list at this point. Maybe Tony should start a journal like a teen and write down ‘Things I Love About My Crush’, just to get it out of his head.
He adds another point to said list when Loki returns, because he’s carrying two plates with what looks like the most delicious pasta Tony has ever seen. Still, he has to laugh.
“There’s no way you cooked that in two minutes,” he says and sits up, already making grabby hands.
Loki looks innocent for exactly three seconds, then he breaks into a smile. “I ordered it when JARVIS told me when you would be home,” he admits, sitting down again. “I figured you might be hungry.”
“Yeah, and this is exactly why you're the best person ever,” Tony says, and he's not even being sarcastic. He says it because it's true, and also because he likes making Loki blush.
He also takes one of the plates right out of Loki's hands. During the invasion, Tony would have laughed his ass off if somebody had told him that Loki would eventually be one of the very few people who are allowed to hand things to Tony, but well. Tony really does trust him implicitly.
“I'm glad to be of service,” Loki says, trying to hide how happy he is behind a dry tone of voice. His eyes betray him, though.
“No, that's my job.” Tony's mouth is full with pasta, but he doesn't let that stop him. “And after this , I'll do whatever you want, promise.” He makes himself comfortable on the sofa, placing his feet in Loki's lap. “How was your day?”
“Boring.” Loki seems comfortable as well, using magic to levitate his plate so that he can put one of his hands on Tony’s ankle. “The Captain came by to give me another lecture.”
“Let me guess, he’s still not over the framed declaration of independence that miraculously appeared in the living room.”
“He still thinks it's the original,” Loki says, in a tone that directly translates to gods, can you believe? “I moved it to the showers in the gym this time, it probably won't be long until he finds it again.”
Tony laughs, and Loki practically beams at him. They talk a little more while they eat, and it's - cozy. Comfortable. Tony should probably not be surprised about that anymore, but he is. It's simply nice to know that Loki doesn't want to keep him tied to the bed all day, that he wants this, too. It is also scarily domestic, but given that collars and scarification are already a part of the equation, domesticity should also not be a surprise. And it isn't, not really. The real surprise is how much Tony enjoys it.
After dinner, he takes a shower, hurrying a bit because yes, fine, he's impatient. He has been thinking about Loki all day, most of all he's been thinking about getting Loki out of his clothes all day, and in his opinion, it's really about time they get down to business. And Loki seems to think similarly, because he is already sitting on the edge of their bed when Tony leaves the bathroom.
He doesn't even need to give the order; Tony immediately goes and kneels at Loki's feet. He didn’t bother to get dressed after his shower. Loki’s happy smile tells him that he’s done the exact right thing, and there is that tell-tale warmth gathering in Tony’s belly that only comes from pleasing his dom. Now that he gets this feeling regularly, and most importantly with a dom he actually loves being with, he’s starting to think that it’s one of the best things in the world. Right up there with having a breakthrough in his workshop, certainly.
What is a little odd is that Loki changed from his “lazing around on the sofa” clothes to one of his “leaving the tower to buy a coffee or cause mischief or preferably both” outfits. Now there is less linen and more leather, hints of gold here and there, he’s even wearing his boots. Tony guesses that he’ll either have the pleasure of undressing Loki himself - the thought alone makes his fingers twitch in anticipation - or of watching as Loki peels himself out of layer after layer of leather and fabric, every move of his hands slow and deliberate, his perfect smirk in place, ready to tease Tony until he’s dying with the need to touch.
Both are good options, Tony thinks.
Loki reaches out and cards his fingers through Tony’s hair, still smiling. “I missed you today.”
Every time Loki admits something like that, Tony’s chest tightens just a bit. He knows that it isn’t easy for Loki, just outright telling Tony about his feelings. It’s not easy for Tony, either. But they have managed surprisingly well so far, he thinks, and knowing that Loki actually misses him when they are not together makes him want to cuddle Loki to death. Or well, not all the way to death. That would be counterproductive.
“There’s nothing on the agenda tomorrow,” Tony says, his grin a little lewd. “I’m all yours.”
“Of course you are.” Loki’s soft smile turns into a promising smirk as he lets his fingers wander down to Tony’s throat, touching the collar. “Mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Loki.”
“Good boy,” Loki praises, making Tony shiver. “I have something for you.”
Tony raises his brows, surprised. “What, like a gift?”
Except for the collar, Loki hasn't really given him any gifts so far. It's Tony who showers Loki with stuff - books, the newest SI tech, that one suit that looks illegally good on him, hell, he's thinking about building Loki his own car because he can't drive and definitely needs to learn to. Loki, though? He prefers to spoil Tony with attention. Material gifts don’t seem to be his thing, so right now Tony doesn’t really know what to expect. He guesses it’s some kind of toy, but since they have a rather large collection already, it’s a bit difficult to think of something new. And it probably is something new, otherwise Loki wouldn’t treat it like a surprise.
Loki seems to be amused by Tony’s reaction. “Well, it’s not entirely free from selfish motive, but yes, a gift.”
He plucks something out of thin air - well, out of one of his magical pockets, really, but it does look like it appears out of nowhere - and holds it in both hands, showing it to Tony. It’s a length of black leather, with a golden clasp at one end and a small loop at the other, and yeah, it’s pretty obvious what it is.
Tony swallows and looks up at Loki again, a spark of unease dying out again when he sees Loki’s calm expression.
“Do you want this?” Loki asks, his voice quiet and steady.
Tony doesn’t allow himself to think about it for very long. “Yes, Loki.”
Loki smiles and fastens the clasp to the ring at the front of Tony’s collar. He slowly lets the leash glide through his hand and tugs at it, gentle but still firm enough to make Tony feel the pull. The whole time he holds Tony’s gaze, which makes it incredibly hard to concentrate on anything at all. Loki’s free hand cups Tony’s jaw and lifts his chin, thumb pressing against his lower lip. Tony instinctively opens his mouth, ready to suck at Loki’s fingers if that’s what he wants, but Loki simply keeps his thumb where it is. His eyes are very dark by now.
“I think,” he says lowly, “I will keep you on a leash very often from now on. It suits you, pet.”
“Thank you, Loki,” Tony manages, breathless.
He’s never been leashed before. It's something for owned subs, not for whole-time bachelors looking for the short-lived kick of a good one night stand. When he was young, barely even twenty, he often looked at collared and leashed subs with jealousy, but eventually he made peace with the thought that it was simply something he'd never have. He just isn’t the type for a relationship like that, or at least that is what he always thought.
Enter Loki and his overwhelming Loki-ness.
“You should thank me properly, don’t you think?” Loki says, pulling at the leash. “Come here. Kiss me.”
Tony can’t obey quickly enough, he shuffles forward on his knees until he’s between Loki’s spread legs, and then he stretches and captures Loki’s lips with his own. Maybe he’s a little too eager, a little too quick, because Loki laughs into the kiss and slows it down. His lips and tongue are unfairly good at turning Tony’s hurry into helpless pleasure, and when Loki pulls back, Tony is ridiculously out of breath. His cock is also hard and begging to be touched, but he keeps his hands flat on his thighs, knowing that he is to wait for permission.
He thanks Loki again, his grin a little crooked, and Loki smiles and kisses Tony’s forehead. Another tug at the leash, making Tony shiver, then Loki glances down at his own feet.
“Take off my boots.”
Tony nods and moves backward a little again. He forces his hands to be still and quick while he works on the laces of Loki’s combat boots. Loki lifts his foot so that Tony can pull the first boot off and set it aside. He’s not wearing socks. Tony traces the bridge of Loki’s foot with his fingertips, keeping the touch light, and also leans forward to press a kiss on Loki’s still leather-clad knee. He can’t help it; he just wants to touch Loki so badly sometimes. Or all the time. And every part of him.
Loki’s hand is in his hair again. “Don’t get distracted.”
Tony has to smile in reaction to the softness in Loki’s voice. He takes off Loki’s other boot and then looks up at him, waiting for his next order.
Loki gives it to him quickly. “Stand up.”
Tony obeys, although his legs are a little wobbly. Loki keeps sitting on the edge of the bed and seems utterly at ease, but as he lets his eyes wander over Tony’s naked body, the hunger in his eyes becomes more obvious by the second. He touches the end of the leash to Tony’s chest, right below the arc reactor. That’s where he carved his name - four letters of the Asgardian alphabet in a neat vertical column. The skin there is still a little tender, the wounds have just started turning into light scars. Loki might have to use his knife again to make the scars more visible.
Loki guides the soft leather over Tony’s chest down to his stomach. It tickles a bit and makes his muscles twitch, but that’s nothing against the way Tony’s hips want to thrust when the leash touches his cock.
“My, are you desperate?” Loki asks, amused. His grin is sharp. “Hold still.”
“Loki -”
“No,” Loki interrupts, because he can probably guess what Tony wanted to ask for.
Not like it’s hard to guess. Tony asks Loki to use his hands on him in this way or another about five times every day.
Tony makes a face, impatient. “Lokes, c’mon, I -”
“I said no, pet.”
Loki’s sharp tone makes Tony swallow, but thankfully the look in Loki’s eyes softens again immediately. He stands up as well and grabs the leash not far below the clasp to pull Tony close.
“Be patient for a little while longer,” Loki says. He strokes Tony’s back, his fingers cool on Tony’s skin. “It will be worth it, believe me.”
“It better be,” Tony drawls. He’s really not in the mood for a long edging session, and he really hopes that -
Ow.
The force of the hit Loki landed on his ass made Tony stumble forward against Loki’s chest, but he quickly straightens himself again to glare at Loki, who just smiles sweetly. His hand is still on Tony’s ass, petting the spot he just slapped.
“Can we continue?” he asks. “Or would you rather keep complaining?”
By now Tony knows how quickly Loki can go from light and teasing to alright, I have had enough, so either get yourself under control or expect unpleasant consequences. He also knows that Loki isn't yet anywhere near that point, but he still doesn't feel like taking the risk at the moment. He wants pretty simple things right now - namely, for Loki to fuck him senseless and then cuddle with him until they fall asleep - and a real punishment doesn't fit into his plan right now.
So he says, “Nah, I think I'm done complaining. For now.”
Judging by the amused twinkle in his eyes, Loki knows exactly what thought process Tony just went through. “Wonderful,” he says. “You may undress me, then.”
Tony snorts and reaches past the leash so that he can peel Loki out of his jacket. All those buckles are always a bit of a challenge - the reason Loki usually dresses and undresses with magic -, but Tony knows how to handle them by now. Undressing Loki has some sort of calming effect on him; it makes him forget about his impatience and concentrate on what his hands have to do to reveal more and more of Loki's pale skin.
He puts Loki's jacket and the tunic he wears beneath it over the bed frame. Loki grabs the leash again and pulls Tony into a kiss, making Tony's hands move a little more frantically as he starts to open Loki's pants.
This time, Tony breaks the kiss himself. He wants to get on his knees again so that he can take off Loki's pants, but Loki uses his hold on the leash to keep him from doing so.
“I was not done,” Loki says, but he sounds more amused than annoyed, and his smile is gentle.
Another kiss; it's brief and almost chaste, but it still causes Tony to make one of those noises he would be embarrassed about if anybody else witnessed it. It's fine as long as it is just Tony and Loki, though, because this whole thing is something that belongs to them, and to nobody else. It’s a safe haven.
“You really are impatient tonight, aren’t you?” Loki asks, his grin smug and lovely.
“Yeah,” Tony breathes out, because there’s no point in denying it. He lets his hand slip into Loki’s pants - in as much as it’s possible; Loki’s leather pants really are very tight. He just manages to graze Loki’s hip bone with his fingertips and god, that’s not nearly enough. What he wants is to feel Loki’s cock, in his hand or his mouth or his ass; he’d be fine with everything as long as he can do what Loki wants. And get a fair bit of pleasure out of it himself, of course.
Loki smiles. “You may get back on your knees.”
Tony grins back and obeys. He grabs the waistband of Loki’s pants to pull them down and yes, fine, he does make a bit of a show out of licking his lips when he sees Loki’s cock, already hard and just begging to be touched.
Loki steps out of his pants and pushes them aside with his foot, unusually careless. Tony is not the only one who is impatient, probably. It makes him feel - yes, proud is probably the right word. He wants Loki to want him so much that everything else seems trivial, because that’s exactly how much Tony wants Loki right now. And always, really.
Loki is still holding the leash, and Tony has to admit that it suits Loki, too. And he knows how he looks himself, collared and leashed and on his knees, ready and willing to do everything Loki says. He can see in Loki’s eyes how much he loves this, and that makes Tony love it even more.
“Is there something you want, darling?”
Tony nods, glancing up at Loki’s face. He can barely remember how to breathe. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day,” he says. He keeps his hands on his thighs when he stretches a bit, getting ready to suck Loki off. “But this is fine, too.”
“Anthony.” Loki takes Tony’s chin in his hand and makes him look at him. His smile is a little sharper now, eyes glinting. “Tonight, you are going to fuck me.”
Something about that makes Tony’s brain short-circuit. It needs a few seconds to reboot, and even then it doesn’t seem to be working correctly, because all he manages to say is, “What?”
“Oh, I do think you heard me.”
“But -”
“No buts, pet.” Loki raises a brow. “Unless you don’t want to?”
Tony stares up at him. “You - you want me to?”
Loki doesn’t tease him. He doesn’t smirk and he doesn’t roll his eyes, he doesn’t say we wouldn’t even be talking about this if I didn’t. Loki says, “I do.”
And that helps. It lets Tony remember the one time Loki mentioned this before - Tony thought it was just Loki using his words to get Tony all riled up and desperate, but apparently it was a suggestion as well -, and it lets him imagine Loki on his back, his legs spread and his face flushed, ordering Tony to fuck him harder.
Tony has to swallow, thickly. He feels lightheaded. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah. Yes.”
“Good.” Loki cups Tony’s cheek, stroking over his already heated skin, tracing the edge of his beard. “You’ll make me feel very good, won’t you?”
Tony leans into Loki’s palm, nodding quickly. “Yes, Loki.”
“Lovely. Come on, then.”
Loki moves to the middle of the bed, and since he is still holding the leash, Tony has no other choice but to climb onto the bed as well. He watches as Loki lies down and makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs just like Tony imagined he would. He also summons a bottle of lube and, with a smirk, tosses it onto the bed so that it’s in Tony’s reach. A tug on the leash, then Tony crawls forward on his knees until he’s between Loki’s legs.
And then he just kind of keeps staring, because his brain is still not functioning.
Loki chuckles. “You may touch me, pet.”
Tony meets Loki’s gaze and holds it, letting himself be calmed by it. “Where?”
“Everywhere you like.”
God. Tony lets out a breath. His smile is a bit shaky, but it’s there, and then he gets himself under control and puts his hands on Loki’s knees, feeling the cool skin. He’s good at this, he tells himself, and he knows what Loki likes and wants, this is going to be easy.
He’s never fucked a dom, though. Most of them don’t like it. Tony has been with other subs and none of them complained, so he’s definitely not clueless, but this is Loki, and he deserves the very best.
He looks at Loki again. Loki seems amused, but not impatient - actually, he looks completely relaxed, and still completely in control. He didn’t let go of the leash, and that helps as well. Tony lets his hands wander to Loki’s thighs, moving slowly and deliberately; he wants to feel every inch of skin, every sinew and every muscle. The skin of Loki’s inner thighs is soft and smooth, but beneath it there is enough strength to crush Tony’s bones, he knows that. It makes him smile.
He puts his hand on the back of Loki’s knee and lifts his leg up a little, carefully because he doesn’t want to do anything Loki doesn't want. Loki doesn’t stop him, though, and he doesn’t protest when Tony presses his lips to the side of Loki’s knee, then to his thigh. He even makes a small, appreciative noise, which Tony takes as encouragement. He settles down between Loki’s legs and mouths at his inner thighs, wanting to leave marks there. The bone-deep satisfaction he feels when he sees patches of Loki’s skin turning red and even slightly purple under Tony’s lips and teeth makes up for the fact that the marks will fade again in a few hours, if not minutes.. Tony’s own cock is achingly hard, but he doesn’t even think about grinding against the mattress, even though he’s in the perfect position to do so. This is about making Loki feel good, and anyway, the first time Loki lets out a soft moan in reaction to a bite mark Tony left on his thigh, Tony almost comes without touching himself.
This is fucking brilliant.
He moves up a little, stroking over Loki’s hips and following the lines of his hip bones with his fingers and tongue. Loki’s cock is hard as well, already leaking precum onto his stomach, but Tony keeps himself from touching it for now. Instead, he kisses Loki’s belly, his sides - that makes Loki flinch away slightly, he’s a tiny bit ticklish, but Tony will probably lose his head if he mentions that again. (He’s definitely going to mention it again later.) The muscles of Loki’s stomach twitch under Tony’s touches, and Loki’s chest is heaving now, his breaths getting faster and more shallow. Tony nuzzles Loki’s skin, breathing him in. He’ll feel ridiculous for thinking it later, but somehow, this feels holy.
That’s fine, he supposes. Loki is a god, after all. And his reactions, all those gasps and moans, make Tony think that Loki might get off on being worshipped.
And, yes, that is definitely fine.
Loki’s hand is in Tony’s hair, tugging so hard that it’s just the right amount of pain. “Give me your mouth.”
Tony gives him his mouth, without even thinking. He wraps his lips around Loki’s cock and swallows, and Loki’s groan is perfect. Tony keeps his hands on Loki’s hips, digging his nails into the skin. He wants to leave marks there, too. He sucks Loki for quite a while, until his jaw already starts to ache; he’s very set on making Loki come at least once before Tony even begins fucking him.
Eventually, he lets go of Loki’s cock, and immediately Loki protests.
“Anthony -”
Tony hurries to dip his tongue between Loki’s cheeks, showing him what he wants to do, and Loki says, “Oh.”
Tony has to laugh, which earns him a rather rough pull at the leash. But Loki’s voice is amused as well when he adds, “Go ahead, then.”
Tony doesn’t hesitate, he parts Loki’s cheeks with his fingers and starts teasing his hole with his lips and tongue. Loki lets out a drawn-out, blissful sigh and spreads his legs even wider, giving Tony better access. Tony knows how much Loki loves this - he has a thing for making Tony rim him, and maybe he enjoys it even more when Tony does it without being prompted. He is certainly enjoying himself right now, judging by the way he starts to squirm under Tony’s touches. Soon Tony is all but fucking Loki with his tongue, and Loki moves his hips and presses down against Tony’s face. It makes breathing a little difficult, but Tony barely even notices that.
Blindly, he reaches for the lube and manages to open it without leaving Loki untouched for too long. When his fingers are slick, Tony reaches up and strokes Loki’s cock while still licking his hole, and it takes just a few seconds, then Loki gasps, heels digging into the mattress and hips thrusting upward as he comes.
Tony feels so satisfied that if he could, he’d probably be purring. He kisses Loki’s thigh again, then moves up to run his tongue over Loki’s stomach, gathering up a bit of Loki’s cum. He could do without the taste, but the look in Loki’s eyes and his quiet, breathless laugh when he sees Tony swallow are worth it.
“My lovely boy,” Loki murmurs, cupping Tony’s face again. He presses his thumb against Tony’s lower lip and this time, he lets Tony wrap his lips around it. Loki’s smile is giddy enough to power the whole tower. “What did I do to deserve you, hm?”
See, Tony’s heard that question before. Usually, it implies that the person asking the question must have done something unspeakable in one of their past lives, because why else should they have to put up with Tony? But Loki doesn’t mean it like that. He never means it like that. Because Loki isn’t disappointed, and he isn’t angry.
No, Loki is in awe.
“Come here,” Loki says, softly, and he doesn’t need to pull on the leash again to make Tony obey.
Tony braces himself on the mattress, looking down at Loki’s face, and then Loki buries his hand in Tony’s hair again and pulls him down to him. Tony whines into the kiss and his hips move on their own volition. He wants to rub his cock against Loki’s, in desperate need of some friction, but Loki grabs Tony’s hip, making him hold still. Tony lets his forehead drop on Loki’s, breathing harshly.
“Loki, please -”
“Ask me,” Loki orders.
Tony shifts a bit, grasping the bed sheets tighter. He feels like he’s going to combust. He nearly stumbles over his own tongue, but he still manages to ask, “May I please fuck you, Loki?”
“Yes,” Loki says, at once. “And you may come in me whenever you are ready, too.”
Tony nods, a bit frantic, and they kiss again before Tony has to pull back to grab the lube. He slicks himself and Loki’s entrance quickly and efficiently, wasting no time, and when he presses the head of his cock into Loki, they are already kissing again. It doesn’t take long until Tony has to stop, though; the lack of oxygen makes him too dizzy, and he feels near enough to passing out as it is.
Loki laughs, soft and pleased, and presses his lips to Tony’s jaw. He strokes his back and wraps his legs around Tony’s hips, taking his cock even deeper. Tony moans and buries his face in the crook of Loki’s neck. It’s been ages since he last felt this, the tight heat of someone else around his cock, the sparks of pure pleasure shooting up his spine because of it. He doesn’t know why, but he never thought that Loki would actually let him do this.
However, Loki seems rather eager. He drags his nails over Tony’s back, certainly leaving red stripes behind. His breath is hot on Tony’s temple, his voice smooth and deep. “Fuck me, pet.”
Tony obeys. He starts to roll his hips, pulling out of Loki and pushing back into him, and it feels heavenly. Loki makes a low sound that seems to come from somewhere deep in his chest, and soon he captures Tony’s lips again.
It's easy to lose himself in this. Tony doesn't need to think about what to do, he just needs to keep moving his hips and listening to what Loki says - harder and faster and, again and again, Tony's name. Eventually Tony sits back on his heels and grabs Loki's hips, wanting to improve the angle. Judging by the way Loki's eyes roll back into his head, he managed, and from there on Loki doesn't really manage to give orders anymore. Tony doesn't mind; seeing Loki like this, with his grip on the leash still firm, his hair messy, a blush spreading from his face down to his throat and chest, is more than enough. Soon, Tony is fucking Loki so hard that the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room along with their moans, and his fingers are holding Loki's hips so tightly that maybe, just maybe, he'll get to see the imprints of his hands there later.
It's been clear the whole time that Tony isn't going to last very long. When he feels that he's going to come, he wraps his fingers around Loki's cock again. Tony's thrusts become desperate and erratic, and he thinks there are some words tumbling off his lips, but he is barely aware of that. Suddenly, Loki yanks at the leash, his other hand reaching out to grab Tony and pull him close again, into another kiss. Loki comes, Tony can feel him clench around his cock and spill himself between their bodies, and that's what does it for Tony, too.
When the waves of pleasure subside, Tony is still lying on top of Loki, and he doesn't really want to move anytime soon. Loki doesn't make him; instead he wraps his arms around Tony and holds him tightly against his chest, giving them both the time to catch their breaths. Tony feels sweaty and drowsy and comfortable, and actually he wants to fall asleep very soon. He's had a long day.
“That was,” Loki says, but doesn't finish.
Tony agrees with a hum. It's quiet for a long while, and Tony is already half asleep when Loki speaks again.
“Anthony,” he mumbles close to Tony's ear. “Move a little, please.”
Tony grunts, but he rolls off Loki and stretches out his tired limbs. He can feel Loki's magic washing over him, warm and gentle, and smiles.
“Thanks,” he murmurs and lies down on his side, looking at Loki out of bleary eyes.
Loki mirrors his position, his head close to Tony's on the same pillow. He gently trails his fingers over Tony's side and leans in to kiss his forehead.
“Did you really like it?” Tony asks, perfectly aware that he's slurring.
“Oh, yes. I did.” Loki's voice is soft and slightly hoarse. “You were perfect, love.”
Tony smiles, basking in the praise. He sighs, content, and closes his eyes. “Sleep?”
Loki starts playing with Tony's hair. “As long as you want. We have nowhere to be tomorrow.”
That's music to Tony's ears. They should spend the whole next day in bed, with breaks for coffee and food. And one or two bad movies, maybe.
Yes. Good plan.
For now, though, Tony moves closer to his lover and throws one of his legs over Loki's, determined to get the cuddles he's also been thinking of all day. Loki seems to approve, because he wraps his arm around Tony's middle in return. His cool skin feels perfect against Tony's own still heated body.
“What about the leash, hm?” Loki asks softly.
Tony sighs, unwilling to stay awake for much longer. “Leave it. S'fine.”
“Anthony?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“Mh hm. Sleep.”
“Of course.” Loki kisses him again, this time on the tip of Tony's nose. “Sleep.”
Tomorrow, Tony will tell Loki that he loves him, too. It's not really necessary, because they both know it by now, but still - they like hearing it, and they like saying it.
Tomorrow. A good plan, indeed.