[Tony’s always had the habit of pushing what he needs away and pulling what’s worst for him closer. Now, he’s doing it quite literally; palms sliding down clothed shoulders, strong thighs wrapped around that narrow waist to hold himself there.]
Unfortunately, this is a bit of a quick dinner. Maybe I’ll remember the hors d’oeurves next time.
[A shudder follows that statement at the feather-like caress of lips against sensitive skin, and one of Tony’s hands moves under Loki’s chin to tip it up gently.]
You shouldn’t do that. [Those words are murmured against alabaster skin as his own lips, warm against cold, start to kiss down that chin adoringly.]
[Loki hums something of a sweet laugh, dancing along lazily exhaled breaths, as he lets his head fall back, somewhat.] I shouldn’t do what? [The vibrations of his voice cause his throat to shiver under Tony’s caressing.]
[In truth, he cared not for the food. Although he adored his lover for being so sweet and making it, he adored his lover for a great deal many other things. Things, which he found more important. Not important enough, however, for him to call off his aim. His goal.]
I merely sit, as you do things you shouldn’t do.
[He’s being cheeky, now. It’s not public news of their relationship, and it is something Tony shouldn’t be doing. There’s a familiar smirk on his lips, as a hand drops, momentarily groping him for effect.]
Why can’t you turn and face me?
Why can’t you turn against me?
You fucking disappoint me
the best thing about frostiron smut is loki’s magic allowing instant clothing removal (✿◠‿◠)
Would you like a drink? No drink? Are you sure? I’m having one.
“Tony, dearest, I made something for you.”
He’s holding something precarious behind his back.