[Tony was, as per, blissfully unaware of Loki’s ulterior motives. To him, in fact, their relationship was going well: great sex, some time of the week spent together. Of course, Loki was a bundle of issues (as well as a wanted criminal), but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. At least, he thought so.
With Loki, his guard didn’t go completely down because he wasn’t an idiot, but it went down enough for any sort of betrayal to hurt worse than almost anything in his life. Honestly, the danger of being with Loki gave him more thrills than anything as Iron Man could possibly do—like now, for instance, where Loki could just go and kill him right now, all while Tony was under his mercy.
People didn’t say Tony Stark was a masochist without reason, after all. And being in love with a crazed God of Chaos was one of many.
As something witty was about to come from the billionaire’s mouth at the deity’s comment, the grope managed to elicit a surprised sound from the billionaire, who glanced at him and, in return, moved the flats of his palms down his front, though not getting further than his waist. Meanwhile, he moved his face to the depression of Loki’s neck, chapped lips against alabaster skin, before peppering kisses there, all the way to the shell of his ear. Honestly, he enjoyed this just as much as Loki did.]
Dinner’s going to go cold, honey. [The statement was made as Tony loosened his tie and slipped it off completely, letting it fall to the expensive tiled floor of the kitchen.]
[If you asked Loki why exactly he was doing what he was doing, you would never get a straight answer. There were countless, endless reasons, for the whole charade, yes; but it was obvious. Why did the God of Chaos, enjoy chaos? Why did the God of Lies, enjoy lying?
Loki was the sort to give everything, for the things he wanted. When his mind was set on something, he would stop at nothing to get it.]
You say that, as if I would ever listen.
[His lithe hands remained where they were, as his head began to incline to the side, nuzzling Tony’s from the way, so surprisingly honest emerald hues could rocket through into chocolate brown equivalents, just for a short while.
That was where Loki took his credit. Where he took his due rewards. Much alike the Devil, Loki was, in tern, a Master of Deception. He was able to feign almost any emotion, at almost all times. As a hand rose, trekking along the curve of Tony’s spine, it cupped the back of his warm neck, his little finger just inching his shirt collar out the way.]
Allow me this.
[His voice is nothing if not silken and intoxicating. But, he does not kiss him. Loki will wait for Tony’s move. After all; Tony must be the one to be susceptible to him. Tony must always want him.]
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