[Though he’d never admit it, Tony’s nature was akin to an emotionally needy child. Before he’d survived the wormhole and the cave in Afghanistan, he survived his father and what seemed to be a loveless childhood. Any displays of genuine affection, even if they were spoiled and rotten and corrupted, were always clung to and savored while they lasted. At least, this was while his walls of defense were down—and there were many, many walls. Loki had slowly crumbled them all down, and had, like shrapnel, crawled his way into his chest. However, with Loki, no arc reactor would ever be able to keep him from Tony’s heart.
However, Tony didn’t mind; in fact, being with Loki was his favorite part of the day. It was like putting a gun into his mouth, but Tony liked the taste of the metal.]
Oh, I plan to allow you.
[Loki’s ghost-like touch caused goosebumps to erupt all over the billionaire’s’s skin, the nape of his neck an erogenous zone. His lover’s touch was always knowing, always without instructs. He had a torturer’s hands.
Tony’s following words were accentuated by a kiss to beneath Loki’s ear.]
A lot.
[He’d pulled away to look the other in the face, tempted to kiss him on the lips, but he did not. His aim was not to tease, but to drive to a peak of anticipation. Kissing could come later.]
[It seemed like such an innocent thing, really. The sanctity of trust and compassion and care and love, almost, was, without doubt, one of the most powerful things to exist. Something that could create hope and willpower, even in the darkest of moments. Love, it seemed, could save a dying man from his forlorn misery and loneliness. It could make the pain seem less… final.
And, of course, it could be snapped. Everything can be snapped, with the correct pressure.
Loki continually applied it, each day.
He did so without even the slightest of warnings that he was doing it. He never underestimated Tony, no; he would not dishonour the one he would keep coming back to like that; but he never once stopped, either. It was simply how it would be. Forever, if need be.
His eyelids fluttered a moment further, before the God grew impatient. The hand that cupped the back of Tony’s head slipped upward, and into his hair; taking a gentle, but firm hold, of the deep chocolate tufts; tipping his head backward, very slightly, scarcely even with movement; to more easily connect their lips when Loki made it so.
This was important to note. This impatience. Loki is a God of Chaos and Mischief and Devilry. But; he is not the Devil. He can become impatient. He can feel things the Devil could not.
He could, in his own theory, snap.
All that would be needed, would be the correct pressure.]
liverletdie reblogged this from mischixf-blog and added: [Tony’s had many lovers in his past, though he cannot say that any of them are anything like Loki. There’s the fact that...
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