"If it's not dangerous then where is the fun in it?" He raises an eyebrow, almost accusingly. "I find it is a notion we have in common." He's not unaware of Stark's penchant for dangerous stunts-- something Barton had informed him of during his time under Loki's control. He had learned a great many things about the man's team members and found himself rather fascinated with the billionaire. They had a few traits in common, more so than he had with the others, and Loki needed a man more resilient than most.
"You're a small man," He observes airily, "But not all together unappealing." His thumb traces along Tony's chin, touching against the bit of scruff here. It's amusing to him for reaons he doesn't care to explain; the cut of it even more unusual than Fandral's extravagant facial hair. It was a staple among most Asgardian men, something Loki had never found appeal in-- fortunately not something he had to deal with either.
Leaning in his fingers drifted lower, pressing just above his reactor, urging him to lower himself back down onto the bed so Loki could lean over him. "You won't call your friends."
Tony stark flashes the other his signature smirk, everyone swooned for it- though, the man didn't think loki could swoon. No, he didn't look like the swooning type, more appreciated and a bit excited if nothing else. But still. "none, whatsoever~" Tony Stark gives the other a genuine smile. Seriously, did he just agree with the god? Hell yes, because for some reason it made him feel-oh-so-good.
The narcissist always did think loki was just like himself on far too many levels. He shouldn't be so willingly agreeable but fuck. Loki messed with his emotions, he didn't know which to sort out first. And yet, he didn't think he wanted to.
So of course he played along. "and you're skinny. Now that i mention it.. What's with those bags under your eyes?" where one should be worried, the playboy never was normal- infact, it made loki damn fuckable.
When the god leaned to touch his life preserver, tony became stiff. "careful, we don't want to touch that." he didn't trust anyone to touch it. Except rhodey and pepper.
"I want to touch it," He counters simply as he throws one leg over Tony's waist, lowering himself down onto his heels and straddling him gently. Supporting his own weight on his thighs he traced a small circle on his chest just outside of the reactor-- more interested in it now that Tony has told him not to make contact with it. He didn't see the point in worrying over where Loki's hands wandered-- though he could imagine ripping it form his chest would cause a grisly death for the billionaire.
"You really know how to flatter someone," He tacks on, his other hand lifting to touch along the dark circles under his eyes. The way his skin paled near his mouth and the way his eyes looked vivid against even the dim light. Leaning forward he didn't bother to answer why he looked so ill-- it was complicated, an answer he couldn't give without risking his new plans.
"of course you do." though, If the other hadn't noticed, he nearly died, trying to save his home. Which has seriously made him second-guess his lifes decisions. yes, he most definately should be smarter than he has been under such circumstances but sex always won out on top. He really shouldn't, but then again.. How could he pass up this opportunity? The opportunity of having sex with a god. Not many people could say that, it seems as if loki knows exactly what to do in stroking his ego. Tony closes his eyes, briefly, in waiting for the god to situate himself in his lap. God, he really needed this little r&r. Rolling his eyes at that comment, he finally says, "oh puh-lease, i didn't even get a chance to charm you." for some reason he felt the urge to touch loki's face, but he didn't know how well recieved that would turn out, so he chose to speak. "loki.. I can help you, you know. Get out of this whole world dominating plans of yours."
"Help me?" A dry chuckle rumbles up from his chest, exhaustion pulling at his breath. "What makes you think I want help?" He cocks his head to the side in an almost animalistic way, fingers still touching, pulling, almost cloying in their exploration of Tony's torso. One hand easing down till his palm is pressed just over the reactor-- he doesn't pull or push at it, just touches it, another flash of defiance on his part. Bending at the waist a bit more he allows his lips to ghost across Tony's jaw, and then up to his mouth, teasing but not yet giving in to any of the truly sensual contact.
"Do you want to save me, Anthony?" He bares just a bit of teeth in the grin as he murmurs words against his lips. He enjoys the game, the tease, giving a little bit and seeing how long it takes for his plaything to cave. Loki is more sure than ever this game will be fun.
Well, for one, loki wouldn't have come here if he didn't need help- regardless of a god's sexual urge, tony figured loki needed his help and who was he to dissappoint? That, and he was a big softy. Resting both thumbs just beneath either bottom eyelid of the others dark circles, the human said as he lightly and soothingly touched loki, "no, you may not think you need my help, but you're going to get it whether you like it or not."
he nearly snarls at the other because hey buddy, didn't he just say not to touch it? Even if he wasn't technically trying to kill him, stark still saw this as a threat. Though he kept his cool since the only thing he could do at the moment was sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Oh yeah and tony says something smart like, " didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" yeah, that was going to blow up right in his face.
The teasing tony couldn't live with forever, it was worse than being held captive in a cave. And patience never was one of his strong suits. "yes, i do."
The snarl only gets a chuckle from him, pleased at drawing out such a primal sort of reaction. He cares little for boundaries and that will become more apparent as time goes on. The comment, however, he rewards with a sharp bite to the neck-- as if admonishing him without words, it wasn't hard enough to draw blood but stinging enough to make a point. Family matters were probably the least arousing thing he could think of and he had no mind for Tony's prattling mouth in that department.
"I don't think I can be saved," He counters simply as fingers finally stray away from the arc reactor. He'll get more fun out of that later, but as it stood he had a myriad of buckles standing between him and satisfaction. A snap of one hand left him bare of his armored coat and breastplate along with the dozens of straps fastened there and in a simple black tunic; light and almost cottony in texture it was far more comfortable and less likely to impede on his touches.
One hand planted firmly into the pillow beside the genius' head he leans down and moves to claim his mouth in what could best be described as a biting kiss. Mostly teeth and none to gentle he demands compliance with the snake of his tongue.
If he were a cat, he would be hissing so much at the other right now, but for now the bite makes him pull on the others head of hair- which is the only thing he could do to return the favor of momentary pain. Tony stark always returns a favor. ALWAYS. "don't say that, of course you can." a second later and tony could've sworn there was armor on loki's chest. Oh, right. Magic. The human nods as if he were consulting with himself, "yep, i think you wear too much." the back of his head lowers against the pillow as the god inches closer and immediately tony lets out a groan into the kiss as he allows their passion to clash and instinctly with the other hoovering over him, the billionaire pulls the other down to him.
The hair pulling doesn't get the desired reaction, if it's one of reprimand, but rather the low noise from him indicates he enjoys it if nothing else. The slow push of his hips, the roll of his body that follows almost thoughtlessly a sign that he wasn't entirely immune to Stark's touch either. A breathless sort of chuckle rumbles from his chest at the commentary, not that he would admit it at any other moment, as he plunders his mouth for what it's worth. Allowing himself to be tugged closer he can feel the heat of Tony's skin against the chill of his own, the hands at his chest sliding up to curl at the base of his skull with the softest of groans.
His free hand roams over the god's clothed chest, the other hand entangled in that jetblack hair- he just likes the way the other reacts to it, so he yanks on loki again for good measure. The groan that follows after loki brushes against his own clothed erection, it makes his legs wrap around the other mans waist in search for more friction because damn, he needs more so much more. Infact, why were they still clothed? The pants must come off. Loki attacks his mouth again and it takes everything he's got, not to whimper into his lovers mouth. Tony's glad he managed not to do that because he was sure the other wouldn't let him live it down. The great tony stark: mush under a certain god's influence. This was better than alcohol consumption. Rubbing against the other once more, tony let out a breathy groan as he practically growled against the others lips with a nice hard nip, "Pants. Off. Now."
"You're a small man," He observes airily, "But not all together unappealing." His thumb traces along Tony's chin, touching against the bit of scruff here. It's amusing to him for reaons he doesn't care to explain; the cut of it even more unusual than Fandral's extravagant facial hair. It was a staple among most Asgardian men, something Loki had never found appeal in-- fortunately not something he had to deal with either.
Leaning in his fingers drifted lower, pressing just above his reactor, urging him to lower himself back down onto the bed so Loki could lean over him. "You won't call your friends."
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The narcissist always did think loki was just like himself on far too many levels. He shouldn't be so willingly agreeable but fuck. Loki messed with his emotions, he didn't know which to sort out first. And yet, he didn't think he wanted to.
So of course he played along. "and you're skinny. Now that i mention it.. What's with those bags under your eyes?" where one should be worried, the playboy never was normal- infact, it made loki damn fuckable.
When the god leaned to touch his life preserver, tony became stiff. "careful, we don't want to touch that." he didn't trust anyone to touch it. Except rhodey and pepper.
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"You really know how to flatter someone," He tacks on, his other hand lifting to touch along the dark circles under his eyes. The way his skin paled near his mouth and the way his eyes looked vivid against even the dim light. Leaning forward he didn't bother to answer why he looked so ill-- it was complicated, an answer he couldn't give without risking his new plans.
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"Do you want to save me, Anthony?" He bares just a bit of teeth in the grin as he murmurs words against his lips. He enjoys the game, the tease, giving a little bit and seeing how long it takes for his plaything to cave. Loki is more sure than ever this game will be fun.
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he nearly snarls at the other because hey buddy, didn't he just say not to touch it? Even if he wasn't technically trying to kill him, stark still saw this as a threat. Though he kept his cool since the only thing he could do at the moment was sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Oh yeah and tony says something smart like, " didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" yeah, that was going to blow up right in his face.
The teasing tony couldn't live with forever, it was worse than being held captive in a cave. And patience never was one of his strong suits. "yes, i do."
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"I don't think I can be saved," He counters simply as fingers finally stray away from the arc reactor. He'll get more fun out of that later, but as it stood he had a myriad of buckles standing between him and satisfaction. A snap of one hand left him bare of his armored coat and breastplate along with the dozens of straps fastened there and in a simple black tunic; light and almost cottony in texture it was far more comfortable and less likely to impede on his touches.
One hand planted firmly into the pillow beside the genius' head he leans down and moves to claim his mouth in what could best be described as a biting kiss. Mostly teeth and none to gentle he demands compliance with the snake of his tongue.
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