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Tony had no patience for games that night. He had no patience for anything other than stripping Loki naked and putting him on his belly on the bed, face pressed to the pillows.
“Ready to take it?” he asked, slicking up his own cock with a rough handful of lube.
Loki looked over his shoulder, his lip twisted in a frustrated moue. “Do not ask me, Antony! Have I not been clear enough?”
“Cranky,” Tony muttered, half to himself. He grabbed a handful of Loki’s hair and turned his lover’s face back to the bed. Without the barest hint of preparation, Tony lined himself up and pushed. He had used plenty of lube, but Loki still gasped and moaned as he was impaled on Tony’s cock, the stretch far too fast and too rough for his comfort.
“Hush,” Tony said, unsympathetic. Loki had claimed he had no desire other than to please, and Tony was taking him at his word. His lover had given him that power, that intoxicating responsibility, and Tony knew he could push Loki a lot further if he wanted to. But for now, he was more than content with Loki’s bitten off whimpers, his hands clenched in the sheets, his hips tipped up, offering himself to Tony despite the pain of it.
“You’re so easy,” Tony said, pausing with his cock buried inside. “You love it don’t you? You love it when I fuck you in the ass.”
Loki gasped out his assent, unable to force out a coherent sentence.
Tony laughed and started to fuck him in earnest, the joy at having Loki back in his bed rapidly outweighed by overwhelming lust that he was Tony’s to use as he pleased.
“Tell me you love it,” he demanded, and when Loki didn’t respond fast enough Tony slapped his thigh, leaving a red handprint on his pale flesh. “Tell me,” he repeated, holding himself on his toes, making sure Loki felt every inch deep inside him.
Loki whined, pushing back, squirming at the intrusion in his guts. Tony slapped him again, just for the pleasure of it. “Tell me,” he said.
“Yes! I love it when you fuck me,” Loki managed to blurt out, but Tony was still not satisfied. Loki was holding back, he had not repeated exactly what Tony had told him to say, and Tony honestly thought his head was going to explode unless he heard it from Loki’s lips.
“Where,” he said, slapping Loki’s upper arms, his sides, his shoulders. Handprints peppered Loki’s body, overlapping and deepening from pink to angry red. “You like it when I fuck you where ?”
Loki writhed under him, Tony’s words and blows sending him out of his head, all his thoughts scattered, leaving him moaning into the pillows, mindless. A wicked heat came to Tony’s mind. He yanked Loki’s head to the side, his raised hand above his cheek, the threat clear and shockingly intimate .
“Hit me,” Loki gasped without hesitation, his eyes dark with desire, locked on the sight of Tony’s hand. The sound of the slap rang out in the quiet room followed a split second later by Loki’s sharp intake of breath.
Tony raised his hand again and Loki’s eyes rolled back, his lips flushed and full, the gold ring in his tongue glinting as he finally gave Tony what he wanted. “In the ass,” he moaned out, the words curling off his tongue like honey, “I love it when you fuck me in the ass, Antony.”
“That’s right.” Tony grabbed Loki behind his knee, pulling his leg up to give himself more room, to force himself deeper and harder into his lover’s body. He was desperate to mark his claim, to make it so that Loki never left again, so that he would always be in Tony’s bed and in his arms. “You love it. You’re mine. Your ass is mine.”
“Yessss…” Loki sighed, stretching out, reaching up to grab the headboard and spreading his long legs, surrendering himself to his lover’s desire. “Yes, as you wish. I am yours. My body is yours.” He turned his head, showing Tony his cheek, “Hit me again.”
Tony’s climax was rushing towards him, as unstoppable and powerful as a storm rising from the deep. He slapped Loki’s face again, his pale skin flushing scarlet under Tony’s palm.
“Again,” Loki urged, “Again! Do not stop until you have filled me with your seed. Do not stop until you have had your satisfaction.”
Tony’s vision hazed out. His palm stung as he slapped Loki’s face over and over, the strikes raining down in time with his thrusts until he just couldn’t anymore, until he couldn’t see past the breaking wave. He wrapped his arms around Loki’s shoulders and rode him in an urgent frenzy of need, his hips pumping wildly. “God,” he panted, “God, I love you, Loki.”
Loki’s entire body shuddered and he muffled his cry in the pillow as he climaxed, the pulse of his muscles taking Tony over the edge right along with him.
***
Tony didn’t get off him. He just lay there, breathless and mindless, his cock softening inside Loki’s body. He could feel his heartbeat and Loki’s heartbeat slowing in unison, as though they were one.
Eventually, Loki raised his head, his hair wild and tangled where Tony had dug his fists into it. “Antony, I am not a bed.”
Tony smiled into Loki’s hair. He kissed his neck, then kissed the red handprints on his shoulders. “You are if I say you are.”
Loki huffed out a laugh and rolled onto his side, throwing Tony off him and onto his back.
“Oh, so now you have limits,” Tony said, grinning. He sprawled out on the bed where he had fallen, light-headed with happiness, giddy with Loki’s presence by his side after his long absence.
Loki snuggled next to him, his one cheek still red and sore where Tony had slapped him. “I have been awake for two days, Antony. You may gloat while I sleep.”
Tony welcomed Loki into his arms, letting him rest his head on his shoulder and cuddle close, his eyes already closing as Tony pulled up the blanket. Loki may be tired, but Tony wasn’t. He was full of energy, full of life and possibility. He felt as though he would never sleep again, that he would be awake for the rest of his life, purely from the exhilaration of having his lover back with him, safe in his embrace.
Sure enough, Loki dozed off after a few minutes. It was only then, in the quiet of the night-time penthouse, that Tony realized why his lover was so tired: Loki had not slept since their disastrous night in the workshop. He had been awake all the time Tony had been brooding and feeling sorry for himself. That was Tony’s fault too, that Loki had been sleepless and anxious. A soft curl of dark hair had fallen over Loki’s face, and Tony gently brushed it away, letting his fingertips linger on Loki’s brow, outlining his eye, his cheekbone, his jaw.
“Shtop,” Loki muttered, the lisp from his tongue ring coming back with full force in his languorous state.
“Put yourself to sleep,” Tony suggested in his best innocent voice.
Loki obviously needed sleep, and Tony would only keep him awake if he didn’t use his sleeping spell. Tony had no ulterior motive other than his lover getting a good night’s rest. Tony certainly wasn’t going to leave him to spend the night alone, not after they had spent the past two nights without each other. It was only practical for Loki to bespell himself.
Without argument, and with only the smallest of smug smiles, green light danced from Loki’s fingers and a moment later he was deeply, soundly asleep.
Tony held out for an hour.
Age took its toll, after all, and he needed time to recover, but soon enough he found himself inching the blankets off Loki’s sleeping body. Resisting temptation had never been Tony’s strong point, and Loki had given him permission to do as he pleased. He gently maneuvered him, slow and careful, as though he might wake at any moment. He slid his thumb into Loki’s lax mouth, stroking the gold and ruby ring in his tongue, his desire already rising again. Giving up on subtlety, he tugged Loki’s sleeping form to the edge of the bed, spreading him out on his back as wanton and inviting as any courtesan, his head tipped back over the edge, his mouth invitingly open.
“Shower,” Tony muttered to himself, remembering what he had been doing only an hour before. Loki may be in an enchanted sleep, but Tony still had some manners. He left Loki sprawled in his lascivious pose and strolled to the bathroom.
Loki wasn’t going anywhere, after all.