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Loki, despite the hot-mess image, was a practical being.
He knew his stance and worth. He took what was given and didn’t ask for more.
So, when Tony kissed him passionately, Loki didn’t refuse. He was aware that it would be for a night. He was a rebound of sorts, and he didn’t mind. Something was more than nothing.
Tony delivered. He fucked him dry. Loki thought it was an impossible thing to accomplish, but Tony proved him wrong, not that he was complaining.
Probably, it was because Tony was that good at it.
Loki had various partners and tried a heck of a lot of things, but he never slept with a man, alien or a woman, who could bring him that high; who could literally make him see stars and beg shamelessly for release.
Tony could, and relished in it.
Everything Loki wanted; every little dirty thought, idea, desire was met and surpassed.
Tony could instinctively read him, and he abused that gift, making his body tremble with need, passion, and hellish thirst for more.
Tony ruined him for anybody else, no questions.
He felt, like he didn’t know what sex was before him; what an orgasm was too.
He passed out for Nines sake!
And that...was embarrassing...but he would never change anything, because it led him here; to him; to this night.
He can die a happy man now.
Loki stretched, a foolish grin on his face; mind happily dancing in hot memories.
Nines, Tony changed his perspective on a couple of things, and fuck that was something to wrap his brain around.
“Morning, babe.” Tony’s voice mumbled. A gentle kiss was dropped on his shoulder and Loki tensed, cursing himself.
“I apologise for not leaving sooner. I’ll be off in a second.” Loki said quickly.
Tony shifted, and Loki had the pleasure to look into the amused, affectionate eyes. They took his breath away, spellbinding him.
“I am glad you stayed. Let’s have breakfast.” Tony suggested, mirth radiating from him. Loki snorted, despite his heart beating out of his chest.
“You don’t eat breakfast.” Loki pointed out.
“True. But, maybe, with you I can enjoy it.” Tony flirted brazenly. Loki flushed. It was pleasing to be wanted in the morning, and he couldn’t resist the temptation. His heart was already fucked, so a couple of hours with his love wouldn’t hurt.
“Alright.”
***@***
After the breakfast he wasn’t discarded. Tony invited him to a stroll through the city. Loki did not refuse. Plus, it closely reminded a date, so he fooled himself further.
Tony behaved affectionately. He hugged him, held his hand and smiled brightly.
They wasted the entire day, doing nothing in particular and still enjoying the hell of every minute spent together.
Loki felt sick with love by the end of it, and when Tony invited him to a late drink, he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.
“What is this?” He asked bit harshly.
“A date.” Tony answered simply, baffling him thoroughly.
“A date?” Loki parroted stupidly. Tony frowned.
“Are you not happy with it?”
“ I am.” Loki answered far too quickly, and loudly, for it to be nothing but eager truth. “I hadn’t expected this.”
“What did you expect?” Tony asked, stepping to him and getting on his lap. Loki watched him reverently, afraid to breath and dispel the miracle.
“Nothing.”
Tony smiled, brushing their lips teasingly.
“Did I disappoint?”
Loki hissed into Tony’s mouth, possessing it harshly. When he deemed the point made, he realised him. Tony was smiling at him fondly. It enamoured him further.
“Don’t be dull.” Loki said, and kissed him again.