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“You have to stop that,” Tony said, trying to push Loki’s face away from his neck.
“Stop what?”
“You know it, you smug little shit.”
It was true, even though Loki’s lips were still pressed to his neck, Tony could sense the smug grin pulling at them.
“Mind telling me again, darling?” Loki purred directly against Tony’s skin, just above the point where he could distinctly feel Tony’s heartbeat pulse under the surface.
That was only worse for Tony.
When Loki started using endearments, he was totally lost to the will of the capricious god currently sitting in his lap; Loki’s voice always did the trick, and Tony could only listen to everything he said and nod.
Especially when Loki was naked on top of him and slowly rolling his hips.
“You’re a fucking menace,” Tony sighed, his hands running down Loki’s naked sides.
“Care to fuck the menace?” Loki smirked, leaving a small lick on Tony’s neck and biting that spot immediately after.
“You’ll be the death of me,” Tony chuckled, but he did indeed adjust Loki’s position in his lap.
“I care about my human, I wouldn’t let something like death happen to him,” Loki murmured, his eyes close, as he kept nibbling at Tony’s skin.
“But I’m serious,” Tony sank his hand in Loki’s hair and forced him to pull away from his neck, “You can’t keep biting at me.”
“Why not?” Loki took advantage of the closeness between his and Tony’s face, and languidly kissed the man, biting at his lower lip when he pulled away, and smirking like the devilish little shit Tony had just accused him of being.
“Why not? Because you can’t leave marks all over me like that!”
“And why couldn’t I?” this time Loki not only kissed Tony again, but also took the man’s right hand in his own and guided it to his hole, using magic to make so lube appear. He couldn’t hold back a half moan when Tony’s index and middle finger breached him.
“You can’t because I say so,” Tony explained before starting to scissor his fingers in Loki’s tight body; Loki would have moaned again when a third finger found its way into his hole, but his lips had been closed by Tony’s own.
Maybe a good way to keep Loki’s teeth at bay would have been to never stop kissing him.
Or to gag him.
Tony was a bit too distracted to decide in that moment.
“You don’t want to, and yet you like it,” Loki murmured, pulling at Tony’s lower lip again and then descending with his lips at the edge of Tony’s goatee, leaving a couple of bites there as well.
“Okay, that’s not the point,” it was getting difficult to focus on forming decent sentences when all he would have wanted to do would have been to finally sink into Loki’s body and fuck him until kingdom come.
Loki was also clenching and relaxing his muscles around his fingers, and Tony was really about to give up in his stupid battle of convincing Loki on not leaving bite marks all over his neck and clavicles. Tony hated wearing turtle-necks or scarves, and he was too old to have red signs all over his skin.
There was just a certain amount of times he could shift the blame on his suit not closing properly and pinching his skin as he put it on before people started considering him an idiot for not being able to solve such a problem.
“And what’s the point, then?” Loki breathed against his skin, reaching behind himself to tap against Tony’s wrist in order to make him remove his hand.
“The point is that I'm not fifteen anymore, Loki, I can't go around with hickeys on my neck, for fuck’s sake.”
“I don’t see why not.”
Tony would have liked to protest that only because Loki was voluntarily turning a blind eye to the fact that according to people, it wasn’t a normal thing to not be a teen anymore and not have the necessary will to hold back your partner in bed, and turning up at meetings with love-bites all over your skin, but his words died in his throat when Loki’s hand reached his cock and guided it inside his own body.
In that moment, words were lost to him.
It didn’t matter how many times he fucked Loki, Tony would have never been able not to have his brain black out for a few seconds when he was finally inside the god’s body.
It was just so hot, so tight, so perfect, that Tony lost his voice for a moment.
“I say,” Loki murmured below Tony’s ear, “That if I’m yours, and you’re mine, I’m more than entitled to make other people know that,” he sank on Tony’s cock, having the man bottom out and moan loudly.
Loki did the same, but his lips were already latched to Tony’s skin, and the sounds coming from him were suffocated.
“I say that if they’re so close to see these marks, they’re already too close and should be reminded of the fact that you’re already taken,” Loki rolled his hips, and Tony’s hands instinctively ran to his sides, accompanying every movement of Loki’s hips.
“I say that I don’t care what those dull mortals think, but that I want them to know that you are mine, and mine alone.”