When Lacking Sword and Shield
Title: When Lacking Sword and Shield
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/Tony
Warnings: sex
Rating: M
Summary: Tony feels safest when he's having sex.
Note: what's this? smut and character exploration? never thought i'd see the day.
Sex is not supposed to be a defence mechanism. Tony knows this, he’s been told this by Pepper and Bruce and the odd therapist he deigns to see when waking up from a night with his good friend Jack Daniel’s inside some stranger’s bathtub just is not cutting it anymore. He’s not supposed to feel distance when he’s flirting, safety when he’s fucking.
But Loki can dig up all his dirty little secrets with a single bemused glance, and it makes him feel naked and violated. His bullshit doesn’t cut it for the god of lies, so a smile, a wink, an artful roll of his hips as he spreads his legs, and he’s safe again. When they’re fucking, Loki doesn’t tear his mind apart, he doesn’t have time. So Tony makes all the noises he knows Loki wants to hear, begs him desperately for more, scratches his shoulders, and thanks god for the barrier of skin separating Loki from all his secrets.
Sex isn’t supposed to tear him apart, he knows. He’s supposed to feel good, he’s supposed to be able to forget as he moans wantonly into a pillow, thrust back and feel a thick length filling him up. Loki, though, isn’t satisfied unless he’s tearing him apart. It’s occurred to him that this relationship is less than healthy, but he’s notorious for doing things that aren’t good for him. So he lets Loki whisper mean things in his ear, moans and writhes and squirms like he’s drowning, because he is. Only Loki can save him, and it’s Loki smiling as he holds him under and waits for the bubbles to stop.
“Mankind’s place may be on it’s knees. But yours is on all fours before me.” he says cruelly, tugging Tony’s hair and forcing his neck to arch.
Tony grins, because he’s safe so long as he’s fucking, safe so long as he holds tight to the headboard and grunts with each inward thrust, his body taking Loki again and again. Sex isn’t supposed to be armour. But it’s the one defence Loki hasn’t yet found a way to break. And he will, god help him, he won’t stop until he breaks that too. “Oh yeah?” He dares breathlessly, enjoys Loki’s irritated growl against his shoulder. “Here I thought my place was on my back with open thighs.”
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/Tony
Warnings: sex
Rating: M
Summary: Tony feels safest when he's having sex.
Note: what's this? smut and character exploration? never thought i'd see the day.
Sex is not supposed to be a defence mechanism. Tony knows this, he’s been told this by Pepper and Bruce and the odd therapist he deigns to see when waking up from a night with his good friend Jack Daniel’s inside some stranger’s bathtub just is not cutting it anymore. He’s not supposed to feel distance when he’s flirting, safety when he’s fucking.
But Loki can dig up all his dirty little secrets with a single bemused glance, and it makes him feel naked and violated. His bullshit doesn’t cut it for the god of lies, so a smile, a wink, an artful roll of his hips as he spreads his legs, and he’s safe again. When they’re fucking, Loki doesn’t tear his mind apart, he doesn’t have time. So Tony makes all the noises he knows Loki wants to hear, begs him desperately for more, scratches his shoulders, and thanks god for the barrier of skin separating Loki from all his secrets.
Sex isn’t supposed to tear him apart, he knows. He’s supposed to feel good, he’s supposed to be able to forget as he moans wantonly into a pillow, thrust back and feel a thick length filling him up. Loki, though, isn’t satisfied unless he’s tearing him apart. It’s occurred to him that this relationship is less than healthy, but he’s notorious for doing things that aren’t good for him. So he lets Loki whisper mean things in his ear, moans and writhes and squirms like he’s drowning, because he is. Only Loki can save him, and it’s Loki smiling as he holds him under and waits for the bubbles to stop.
“Mankind’s place may be on it’s knees. But yours is on all fours before me.” he says cruelly, tugging Tony’s hair and forcing his neck to arch.
Tony grins, because he’s safe so long as he’s fucking, safe so long as he holds tight to the headboard and grunts with each inward thrust, his body taking Loki again and again. Sex isn’t supposed to be armour. But it’s the one defence Loki hasn’t yet found a way to break. And he will, god help him, he won’t stop until he breaks that too. “Oh yeah?” He dares breathlessly, enjoys Loki’s irritated growl against his shoulder. “Here I thought my place was on my back with open thighs.”