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69
Tony gets a glass of apple juice with a straw. Loki sat him down on the kitchen counter, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He stays close to Tony, leaning against the counter next to him.
In the bright light of the overhead lamp, Tony can get a good look at Loki – he looks normal again, now. No red eyes or black claws. Tony wonders why he turns blue. Maybe that’s his magical girl transformation when he gets enough worship.
Hm. Tony sucks at the straw, watching Loki closely.
Loki raises a brow.
“There’s chocolate in the pantry,” Tony says. “With hazelnuts.”
Loki snorts, but goes to get it. He comes to stand next to Tony again and chips off a piece, offering it to him.
“Thank you, Loki,” Tony says primly and starts nibbling at it.
Loki rolls his eyes at Tony’s tone, but he’s smiling, too. He takes a piece of chocolate for himself. “How do you feel?”
“Fine. My dick is a little sore.”
“Is it?” Loki puts his free hand on Tony’s thigh, pushing up the blanket a little. “I’m sorry.”
Tony’s cock jumps, although he isn’t sure if it’s because of the touch or the fake pity in Loki’s voice. Frustration is simmering under his skin, making him feel on edge and overly sensitive. God, he wants to come.
“Let me drink my juice in peace,” he says, giving Loki’s hand a nudge, and it’s not a whine, thank you very much. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
Tony takes a few large sips, glaring at him. Loki knows perfectly well that he doesn’t need to do much to rile Tony up. His cock is already getting hard. The threat of Loki’s hand still so close on his thigh sends sharp pulses of arousal through Tony’s body. He’s a little scared of it now, although Loki’s touch feels perfectly warm on his skin.
“No need to worry,” Loki says, apparently having noticed Tony’s look. “I have it under control.”
Tony doesn’t doubt that in the slightest. “I know you do. That still hurt, though.”
“Oh, I know,” Loki murmurs, leaning in to kiss Tony’s temple. “Did you like it?”
Tony chews and swallows the last bite of chocolate. He blushes. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Uhm.” Tony shrugs. There’s a high chance he’d like anything Loki did to him simply because, well. It’s Loki . And suffering under Loki’s hands just feels so damn good. “I mean, I like when it hurts. You know that.”
“I do.”
“Yes. And it’s hot when you –” Tony waves his hand at Loki. “When you decide. And when you get all eldritch, but that’s like, a given, I think.”
“Is it?” Loki asks, brow arched. “How so?”
Tony makes a face. “I don’t how to – it doesn’t really make sense.”
“Try.”
“Well, you’re – you look pretty normal most of the time, right? Well, fucking gorgeous, of course, but still, well, human.”
“I’m not human.”
“I know. And when you start looking – weird. I don’t think I’ve even seen it clearly yet, and I’m not sure if I can, or if it’s just too much – don’t laugh, if you laugh right now I’ll throw juice at your face – too much for my brain. Because it makes me dizzy, looking at you when you’re all scary godly. And it’s proof that you’re – you know, a god. Powerful, and probably deadly, and I’m just… I’m just me.”
He sucks at the straw before he can talk even more nonsense. All scary godly. Fucking hell.
Loki, however, seems incredibly pleased. His smile is wide and sharp, baring teeth. “You like being reminded how weak you are compared to me.”
“Uhm, yeah, that. That sums it up.”
Loki strokes Tony’s thigh, almost absently. “And you also like it when you don’t even get to decide whether you are hard or not.”
Tony breaks off another piece of chocolate and stuffs it into his mouth. He’s not sure why this is so hard to talk about. He’s usually so shameless when it comes to dirty talk. Then again, this isn’t dirty talk, is it? This is the post sex conversation about whether what you said in the heat of the moment crossed a line. Tony’s had that before, but it never really went past hey, was that okay? Yeah? Cool. Nobody ever asked him to explain why he was into something. Hell, nobody ever asked him what he was into in the first place. Before Loki, sex was something that just kind of… happened. Definitely not something he analyzed. Tony shudders at the thought of analyzing one of his many drunk encounters. Some of that stuff is perfectly fine in that dusty box where he’d put it in the back of his mind, thanks. No need to drag it out into the light.
“Maybe,” he says finally, looking down into his half full glass. “It’s just a bit scary.”
“Yes, I can imagine. If it helps, I like that you feel that way very much.”
Tony rolls his eyes and sucks at the straw until it makes slurping noises. “You like it when I’m scared, too.”
Loki’s only reply is a grin, the sort that makes Tony feel a little bit in love, and a little bit in mortal peril. Tony snorts and puts the empty glass on the counter. He absentmindedly touches the collar, adjusting its position, and at once Loki’s hand is on the back of his neck, fingertips stroking over the metal.
“It suits you,” he says.
“Yeah, you told me that already.”
“Well, it’s still true. I enjoy seeing it on you. How does it feel?”
“I’m not used to it,” Tony says. “Yet. But it’s – it’s nice.”
Loki kisses him, short and sweet, before he brings the glass to the sink. He washes his hands. “Do you still want the belt?”
Tony’s stomach does something it usually only does when he’s on a rollercoaster. “Yes.”
“Why not the cane?”
Tony frowns. “You can use the cane if you want, I just –”
“No,” Loki interrupts, drying his hands. “I want to know your reasoning, that’s all.”
Tony’s gaze drops to Loki’s hips. He’s wearing a dress shirt and slacks, as usual. It’s a broad belt, black leather, a golden buckle. Tony’s throat is suddenly dry. “You said it would leave bruises.”
“Depending on how much force I use, yes.”
Tony looks back up at Loki’s face. He’s watching him, alert, hungry, and Tony grins.
“Maybe I want bad ones,” he says and tugs at his collar. “To match this.”
Loki is on him in an instant, kissing him, and Tony has to laugh against Loki’s mouth. At least he’s not the only one getting worked up about this.
*
When they go upstairs, Loki brings the rest of the chocolate and some water. Tony kind of doesn’t want to let go of Loki’s hand, but he doesn’t want to admit that when Loki tells him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Tony fiddles with the collar, watching as Loki puts the chocolate and the water bottle on the nightstand.
“I won’t set a number,” Loki says, rolling up his sleeves. “So there is no minimum or maximum of hits you have to take. Can you tell me how badly you want it to hurt?”
Loki’s hands and forearms really are unfairly nice to look at, Tony thinks. “Uh huh.”
“I’m flattered, pet, but I do expect an answer.”
Tony blinks and stops ogling him. “What?” Finally, the question registers. “Oh. I’m not sure, I don’t really have a –“
He stops, because he realizes he does have a frame of reference. Of course he does; Loki gave him one.
“Worse than the spanking the other day,” he says slowly. That barely left any marks at all, just red splotches that were gone after a day or two. He wants bruises. He wants to feel like he did when Loki used the cane on his feet, so high on the pain it turned into euphoria. Maybe he won’t even freak out that much this time, since he’s prepared for it. Well, as prepared as he can be, probably.
“I can do that,” Loki says, smiling. “But I will decide how much worse. I could easily make you have trouble moving for a month, and that would definitely be too much.”
Tony rubs his arm. He’s getting goosebumps. A month? Fuck. A human could already do that much damage with a belt, probably. And Loki is much, much stronger.
“I’m scared,” Tony says. It just slips out.
Loki comes closer to him and strokes Tony’s hair, then cups his face and makes him look up. “I know. I can tell.”
Tony leans forward, pressing the side of his face against Loki’s stomach. He closes his eyes. “I’m also really turned on.”
“I can tell that, too.” Loki scratches the back of Tony’s head. “Maybe it helps to know that I usually notice when fear gains the upper hand. I’ll keep an eye on that, yes?”
Tony smiles, lopsided. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good. Now, Anthony, this is important.” He tugs lightly at Tony’s hair, making him look back up. “Do you want me to stop when you ask me to stop, or only when you call red?”
Tony keeps his hands on Loki’s hips, clinging to his shirt. Being on eye level with the fucking belt doesn’t really help him focus. He thinks about it, begging Loki to stop, and Loki just… continuing. His hand roughly in Tony’s hair to keep him still, his voice stern. Fuck.
“Would you like that?” he asks, voice ragged. “Just – going on when I tell you to stop?”
“You don’t need to know that to answer my question.”
Tony leans into Loki’s hand, closing his eyes when Loki scratches behind his ear. God, okay. Okay. He lets out a breath. “Yeah, let’s try that.”
“Yes?”
Tony nods and opens his eyes again, looking up at Loki. “I don’t know if it’ll come up, but. Sounds – sounds like fun. Only red, then.”
Loki nods back and tilts Tony’s face back so that he can lean down and kiss him, long and slow. When he pulls back, Tony is out of breath, and Loki is smiling. “I’ll be with you the entire time.”
Well, yeah. Where else would he be?
Loki ruffles his hair and takes a step back. He opens his belt. Tony follows the movements of his fingers, watching them pull the leather out of the buckle, then tug at the belt until it comes free. Tony’s entire fucking body tingles.
Loki puts the belt on the bed. Tony keeps staring at it, but returns his attention to Loki when Loki just… sits down next to him.
“Come here, then,” Loki orders. “Over my lap.”
Tony’s voice won’t work at first. He clears his throat. “Seriously?”
“Quite.”
Tony blinks slowly. Loki just looks back at him, expectant. After a moment, Tony makes himself move, crawling over Loki’s thighs. The proximity makes his heartbeat speak up. He knows his face is already red; god, he’s a grown man and is going to get a spanking while bent over someone’s lap. Great, that’s not humiliating at all.
Loki grabs Tony’s waist and pulls him a little further over his lap, making him lie down rather than hover awkwardly above his thighs on all fours. Startled by the manhandling, he tries to keep his balance, supporting himself with one hand on the bed and trying to get his feet under him somehow. He can’t see Loki like this, his hands, and face, and as usual, turning his back toward Loki feels dangerous. He shivers, and flinches when he suddenly feels Loki’s hand on his back.
Loki chuckles. “Skittish.”
Asshole. “You’re about to beat me with a belt, I think I’m allowed to be a little skittish.”
“Of course. Hold still.”
Tony obeys, even though he wants to keep squirming. It’s not very comfortable. Tony can feel Loki staring. Nerves made his cock go soft, but now it’s hardening again. The vulnerability of the position makes him lightheaded.
“It’s cruel of me, I think,” Loki says softly. “But I rather like seeing you flinch.”
Heat spreads in Tony’s stomach. Being scared feels a million times better, knowing that Loki enjoys it. That’s fucked up, probably, but – god, Tony doesn’t care. It feels good. “Yeah?”
“Mh. Very much.” Loki’s hand wanders down Tony’s spine, letting him feel the sting of his nails. “Try not to move.”
“Yes, Loki.”
“Good boy,” Loki says. “You make me very proud. Do you know where it’s safe to hit?”
The question catches Tony off guard. He frowns. “What?”
“It’s not safe to hit you just anywhere, darling. You should know what you have to say no to, in case it ever comes up.”
Tony looks over his shoulder, but Loki smacks his ass with his hand, making him gasp.
“Eyes down,” Loki says. Tony huffs, but obeys, looking down at the floor again.
“You really want to have a conversation like this?”
“Yes. Now, let’s see. Depending on how much force you use, you can cause lasting issues anywhere, of course. Nerve damage is always a risk. But here,” he squeezes the spot he just hit, burying his nails in the fleshy curve of Tony’s ass, “is safe, usually. The back of the thighs as well, although the inner thighs tend to be very sensitive.” His fingers ghost over Tony’s inner thigh, then suddenly pinch, making Tony hiss. “Hitting here can cause quite a bit of pain. Are you listening?”
Tony nods, feeling Loki’s hand move down his legs. He tries not to writhe under the touch; the anticipation is killing him. “Yes, Loki.”
“No direct hits to joints under any circumstances,” Loki continues, bending slightly to cup the back of Tony’s knee. “And you need to be careful in places where the bones aren’t protected by a lot of flesh. Your shins, for example, and your feet. You remember how much that hurt, yes? The cane.”
There’s a bit of rustling, then something touches Tony’ calf. He flinches again, because it’s not Loki’s hand – it’s leather. The belt, probably.
Loki chuckles. “Spread your legs a little.”
Tony shifts, trying to spread his legs without losing his balance. Loki doesn’t do anything to help. Tony glares at the edge of the bed, one hand on the mattress to keep from falling off.
Loki suddenly touches Tony’s balls, then runs his fingers up the length of Tony’s cock, now hard and heavy between his legs. “I don’t need to explain to you that hitting you here would hurt very much. Some like it, of course. Doing it right requires good control.”
“Loki,” Tony whines, because Loki is stroking his cock now, and it feels way too good. “Get on with it.”
A sharp sound cracks through the air and knocks the air out of Tony’s chest. It takes a moment until he realizes that there was pain going along with the noise.
“Fuck,” he gets out, clinging to Loki’s leg with one hand while the other reaches back to rub his ass. His left cheek burns. That was hard. He turns and stares at Loki, or rather the belt he’s holding – the buckle is nowhere to be seen, hidden by his hand. He wrapped the belt around his hand a few times, creating a short loop.
“Eyes down, I said,” Loki says, almost as sharp as the smack. “If you tell me to ‘get on with it’ again, I will, but you won’t like it.”
“Yes, Loki,” Tony says, strained. Shit, that really hurt. He puts his hand back on the bed and bites his lip to keep from saying again, come on.
Loki waits until Tony is back in position, then the belt touches Tony again, following the bumps of his spine. “Always avoid the spine. The lower back and stomach are dangerous as well; a hard hit could damage your organs. The shoulders are a little safer, but you have to take care with the upper arms – it’s easy to damage the nerves that lead down to your hands, there. No direct hits to the ears, of course, and you mustn’t forget that the bones in your face are rather more delicate than you think.” He pauses, hand settling on the back of Tony’s neck, palm covering the collar. “I broke a human’s jaw, once. When I first came back to Earth.”
Tony shudders. He can imagine that casual display of strength very well. “That’s hot.”
“No, it was not. I didn’t mean to.” Loki squeezes Tony’s neck. “Never give this to someone who doesn’t know what they are doing, or are at least willing to learn. Do you understand?”
Tony scowls. “But it’s you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You know what you’re doing.”
“Ah. Yes. Still, I want you to know these things.” Loki takes an audible breath. “Now. Your safewords, Anthony.”
“Mh.” Tony is distracted by the belt moving over his back down to his ass. “Green for go. Yellow for a break.”
“And?”
“Red to make you stop.”
“Good. Give me your right hand.”
Tony twists his arm back and Loki’s hand closes around his wrist, pinning it to his back. A shudder goes through Tony in reaction. He’s still rock hard, cock rubbing against Loki’s slacks.
“Ready, darling?”
“Yes, Loki,” Tony says, holding his breath preemptively.
Loki doesn’t let go of Tony’s wrist. Tony hears and senses the movement of Loki’s arm above him. He only lets out a breathless gasp when the belt comes down on his ass, not quite as hard as before. Loki makes him wait a few seconds until the next hit, and then another few until the third. It doesn’t take long until Tony’s ass starts to burn, the feeling spread evenly across his cheeks. The first time the end of the belt meets his upper thigh, he yelps. He’s breathing heavily now, still clinging to the edge of the bed with the hand Loki isn’t holding in place. He curses loudly when Loki smacks his other thigh, fuck, that hurts.
“Didn’t I tell you to hold still?”
“You try holding still,” Tony shoots back, but it lacks bite. His voice is too uneven. He tries to rub his cock against Loki’s thigh, desperate for relief.
“Cheeky, aren’t you?” Loki says dryly. “Stop.”
Tony whines, but stops. Before he can complain, Loki gives him the belt again, faster and harder now, until Tony can’t keep from crying out anymore. He can’t hold still, either. Loki tells him to hold still twice, but Tony’s body doesn’t stop trying to turn the pain into movement.
“Anthony,” Loki says. A third warning that sends a chill up Tony’s spine.
“I can’t,” Tony says, breath rattling in his lungs; shit, he’s already crying. “I don’t know how, I –”
Loki hums. He drops the belt and adjusts the position of Tony’s hips, moving him around as easily as he would a rag doll. Tony loses his balance, but before he can topple forward, Loki moves his right leg and hooks it over Tony’s calves, trapping his legs in place. His left hand settles between Tony’s shoulder blades and pins him down. Realizing that he can’t fucking move, Tony just lies there panting. He’s lightheaded from the pain, can’t decide whether everything feels sharpened or softened or both at the same time. He desperate wants to touch his cock, or Loki to touch his cock, just a stroke would probably be enough –
Tony can hear Loki pick up the belt and wrap the ends around his hand again. A second later, pain explodes on Tony’s skin again, but it barely feels like pain anymore. It feels like everything all at once, and he doesn’t have anywhere to put it now that Loki isn’t letting him move anymore. It’s too much. He sobs and struggles, but Loki holds him in place like it takes no effort at all. He’s filled to the brim with adrenaline and exhilaration and there’s a tension in his stomach that will snap soon no matter what he does; it’s so good. A stinging smack laid across the burning backside of his thighs breaks him into pieces.
He curses in between sobs and tries to push himself up, but he still can’t. The helplessness seeps into his bones; oh god, he’s so close. “Loki, stop, Loki – please, stop, I can’t –”
He trails off with a cry when Loki’s free hand closes around his throat, covering the collar. Now that he’s not pushing Tony’s shoulders down anymore, Tony could at least move his upper body, but the pressure on his throat shocks him into stillness.
“Is that how you make me stop?” Loki demands, nails digging into the sensitive skin of Tony’s neck. “Is it?”
A shudder goes through Tony. “Fuck, I – I’m gonna come.”
“You will come when I order you to and not a second sooner. Now give me a color.”
“I can’t –”
“A color or I’ll stop.”
“Green! Fucking –”
Loki brings the belt down on Tony’s ass again, and Tony sees fucking stars. The next one knocks the breath out of his chest so he can’t even beg, but Loki seems to hear him, anyway.
“Come for me, then,” he says, finally letting go of Tony’s neck. “Show me.”
Tony can barely hear him over the rushing in his ears. The order registers, though. He’s not sure what makes him come, in the end, if it’s Loki’s voice or touch or the pain, and he’s too far gone to care. The pleasure lingers for a long time, after, but there’s also a throbbing ache that takes up more and more space. He’s crying again. Or still, maybe.
“I’ll let you down to the floor now,” Loki says, steady. Stern. “You’ll land on your knees. Don’t sit back on your heels. Do you understand?”
Tony sniffs and nods. He’s trembling. Loki finally gives Tony’s legs some space to move, and they give way at once. Tony is too shaky to even try to get his feet under himself. Loki, with his hands on Tony’s waist, somehow manages to keep him from coming down too hard. The movement makes Tony dizzy, anyway. When he’s on the floor between Loki’s legs, he presses his face against Loki’s inner thigh, eyes squeezed shut.
“Come on up, darling.” Loki strokes his hair, then reaches down to grab him again. “You’ll be more comfortable on the bed, and I need to put something on your skin. Let go of my leg.”
Only realizing now that he’s clinging to Loki’s leg like a fucking child, Tony lets go and allows Loki to pick him up. It puts a strain on the skin of his ass and thighs, and oh, okay, that’s where that ache is coming from.
“On your stomach,” Loki instructs, helping Tony lie down. Before he can get too comfortable, Loki holds a glass with a straw in front of his face, so Tony stays propped up on his elbows for a bit to take some sips. When he’s done, Loki puts the glass aside. “Lovely. Very good, pet. Hold still now, yes? I’m afraid this will hurt, but I’ll be quick.”
He leaves Tony’s field of vision. Given that now there’s nothing he wants to look at anymore, Tony closes his eyes and rests his head on his arms. A few seconds later the familiar minty smell of Loki’s fancy alien salve fills the air. He rubs it carefully over the burning, swollen skin of Tony’s ass and thighs and yes, he was right, it does hurt. Tony desperately wants to see what it looks like, but he can’t bring himself to move.
“What’s it look like,” he murmurs into his arms, voice still rough.
“Perfect,” Loki says. The pleasure in his voice would probably make Tony hard again if he wasn’t so exhausted. “I didn’t break the skin. But it will bruise quite badly, I believe.”
“Yayyy.”
Loki laughs softly. “Indeed. How do you feel, love? Did you like it?”
There’s too much thinking involved in answering those questions. Tony still feels hazy, and all he wants is to bask in the warmth and not think, or speak, or do anything at all. He makes some kind of noise he hopes sounds happy, because he is happy. If only he would stop fucking trembling. Oh, he should complain about that. “Shaky.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed.” Loki strokes a hand, slightly sticky from the salve, up Tony’s back. “It will pass in a few minutes. Would you like some more chocolate? It might help.”
Tony shakes his head. He really isn’t hungry right now. He tries to roll onto his back so that he can look at Loki, but Loki stops him with both hands on his wrists.
“I would prefer it if you stayed on your stomach for now,” he says softly. He lies down next to Tony. “Are you cold?”
Tony doesn’t know. He’s hot and cold at once, really. He opens his eyes again and finds Loki looking straight at him. Loki’s face is a little flushed, which is adorable. Tony is going to explode if he doesn’t touch him right now. He crawls on top of Loki, wincing because every movement hurts, and lies down with his head resting on Loki’s chest. Loki wraps his arms around him. The shivers stop after a while, and Tony drifts right off to sleep.
70
He’s still lying on top of Loki when he wakes up. The room is pitch black. His eyes need a few moments to get adjusted to the darkness. Loki is asleep, breathing evenly. One of his hands is still lying loosely on Tony’s back. It just slides down when Tony moves. A pained sound gets stuck somewhere in his throat, and for a second he hopes that wasn’t loud enough, but Loki is already stirring.
“I just need to pee,” Tony whispers. “Go back to sleep.”
Loki blinks a few times, bleary, gaze still unfocused. “Do you need help?”
“Yeah. I can’t possibly take a piss by myself. I need you to hold my dick.”
“You usually do,” Loki murmurs, bringing one hand up to rub his eyes. “Can you walk?”
“Of course I can fucking walk,” Tony says, but as he crawls out of bed, he isn’t all too sure. Fuck, that really hurts. Tony does not want to know what actually sitting down feels like.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Loki, I’m sure,” Tony says, because he’s nothing if not a stubborn bitch.
Loki hums, skeptical. But he takes Tony by his word and makes no move to help as Tony stands up and limps to the bathroom.
Tony switches on the light. It’s blinding, and he squints as he makes his way to the toilet. While washing his hands, his gaze catches on something in the mirror, and he stops and stares. The collar is glinting in the light, golden against his skin. He’s never been the jewelry type, but gold suits him well, he thinks. It looks strange. Unfamiliar. More meant for a woman than a man, maybe – but well, that doesn’t bother him, really. It looks fucking great on him. And Loki had it custom made for him, anyway, didn’t he? Tony touches the collar, running his fingers over the smooth metal. He likes staring at it almost as much as wearing it. Fuck.
He finally yanks his eyes away and looks further down. Frowning, he takes a few steps back and turns his ass toward the mirror, but it’s too high up for him to see the whole thing. On tiptoes, he catches a glimpse of something dark on his skin. The sight makes him hold his breath.
He shuffles out of the bathroom. He walks past the bed, though, still limping, and Loki sits up, watching.
“Is something wrong?”
“Mirror,” Tony explains as he disappears into Loki’s dressing room.
“Ah.”
The bedsheets rustle as Loki gets out of bed as well. He follows Tony into the dressing room. Tony is already standing in front of the full body mirror, twisting around so that he can stare at his ass.
He can see the form of the belt imprinted on his skin. Again and again and again, all over his ass and thighs. The imprints are raised at the edges, thick, red welts, and the flat part left bruises, just like Loki promised. The skin is red all over, and looks swollen, with scattered patches of a much darker red, purple and a blue that’s so dark it’s black.
Tony’s cock throbs. The air leaves his lungs in a rush.
“Does it look like you imagined?” Loki comes to stand in front of him and runs his hands over Tony’s arms, looking over Tony’s shoulder – and, who are we kidding, probably over his head too, tall as he is – at the mirror. “Like you wanted?”
Tony can’t speak. He nods, and pokes a fingertip into the curve of his ass. Ow.
“Maybe don’t do that,” Loki advises.
Tony does it again, of course. He finally finds his voice. “Fuck.”
“The salve will handle the worst of it,” Loki says, warm. “It will hurt for a while longer, but you should be able to sit down tomorrow. You didn’t answer my question.”
Tony turns to look at him. There’s still sleep in the corners of Loki’s eyes, but they are bright and alert, and Tony – fuck. Maybe he is in love. “I feel like I’m praying right now. Am I?”
Loki smiles, and kisses him. Tony melts into it, clinging to Loki’s hips. He’s breathless and dizzy by the time Loki turns him around and pulls him tight against his chest. His ass rubs against Loki’s pants – shit, is he still wearing his fucking slacks? – and the pain makes him gasp. Loki lets out a pleased noise and presses his lips to Tony’s temple, his cheek. One of his hands comes up to curl around his throat. Tony stares at their reflection, their height difference, the way Loki’s hand is so big it hides the collar.
“Should I get you off once more before we go back to sleep?” Loki asks, voice deep and warm. “Hm? To reward you for getting hard just from seeing how much I hurt you.”
Tony nods, arching into Loki’s touch. He wants to stay.
Oh, god.
He wants to stay.