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introductory mingle: FLOWER FESTIVAL

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Flower Festival Celebration
when: April 2nd - April 15th
where: In several different locations in the downtown area of the Inhabited City.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

flower festival

In the days leading up to April 2nd, residents new and old may notice advertising around the city, everywhere from digital screens to paper flyers pasted on blank walls, all advertising an upcoming holiday: The Flower Festival. Celebrating springtime, beauty, joy, and togetherness, the festival heavily features floral themes and dancing. The advertising mentions that on April 10th, a paid holiday, there will be a Blossom Picnic, as well as lists of various public dances at clubs or other open venues, and adult raves.

a celebration of spring

The Flower Festival's main event is the Blossom Picnic on April 10th, but it also features traditions of sharing food and drink, and dancing that span over the course of the whole two weeks. There are a large variety of events going on throughout the city, from dancing lessons in any wide variety of traditional dances, to old-fashioned sock hops, to adult raves complete with mild party drugs. Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own event at any point during the festival, and if your character creates an event and hosts it in a top-level, you can submit that thread for extra bonus points.

i. blossom picnic

The main event that kicks off the second week of the Flower Festival is the Blossom Picnic on April 10th. A relaxed and low-key event, it draws several thousand people every year to the spacious Riverview Central Park, where there is a generous lawn lined with various blossoming trees, and families, found families, lovers, and groups of friends are encouraged to lay out a picnic blanket and share food. There will be live bands playing (but not loudly enough to distract from conversation and peacefully watching the petals flutter in the wind), a variety of demonstrations of traditional cultural dances from many different realities and planets, and a ton of ice cream vendors. This is an excellent festival not only for celebrating togetherness with the people who are already important, but for mingling and making new friends.

Characters may either pack their own lunches or they can purchase pre-packed Blossom Festival lunches. Stores and street markets are carrying a wide variety of specialty food that is only available at this time of year - predominantly pastries, an assortment of types of candies, and ice cream treats all in various floral flavors, as well as a sort of ambrosia salad based around a sweet rose-flavored cream and a native fruit that is bright green and tastes like a combination of peach and citrus.

ii. dancing lessons

Starting on April 2nd, there will be dancing lessons offered almost everywhere you look! From partner dances to group dances to line dances; sexy and sensual or innocent and childlike - almost any type of dance you can imagine is represented, from any reality or planet that has people in Riverview Quarantine.

Additionally, the Riverview Central Community Center has multiple rooms blocked off so anyone who knows a dance from home can teach it to others in their community - sharing is caring, after all. Characters are welcome to block off one of these rooms and offer lessons in any dance they happen to know from home (and these sorts of thread starters would be eligible for the mingle AC Point bonus)!

iii. flower festival dancing

This is pretty simply what it says on the tin - in almost every club, community center, or other public space, there will be dancing at almost all hours of the day or night, formal and informal. Musicians bring out their instruments and play in the street for demonstrations of cultural dances and music at the same time as clubs are offering VIP cover charges for exclusive dances, and you can find anything in between.

There are also many low-cover-charge raves that allow under-18s so younger characters can stay up all night and dance like crazy. The legal drinking age in Riverview Quarantine is 14, and so anyone over 14 can enter and indulge in a few drinks, dancing, and playing tag with a non-intoxicating version of the colored powder featured at the adult raves. There is copious amounts of security on site to ensure that everyone is safe, as well as nurses and off-duty police officers to offer advice or care for anyone who overindulges out of lack of experience.

Grab a partner, a group of friends, or just cruise and mingle the various dancing events.

Characters may also notice that most of the street markets and clothing shops are offering clothing that features floral patterns, flowers as accessories, and that show a lot of skin - for men, women, and anyone in between!

iv. adult raves

Advertised on flyers and digital screens around the city, made to pop as if they were under blacklight, is a series of adult raves that are happening in various large empty warehouse spaces around the city, including one that is listed as the danger rave and hosted in an abandoned factory outside the inhabited city walls. With bouncers at the door to ensure that anyone entering is 18+, the raves are comfortably adult in nature. Clothing is optional, showing skin is encouraged, and there are a lot of neatly tucked away spaces for attendees to get some time alone with one or more than one person, as well as spaces intended for orgies. The atmosphere is sex-positive and non-judgemental, open to any orientation or preference, with various forms of protection available for free, however, to ensure that everyone plays safe there are sober security teams out en masse at all premises to oversee the events.

(CW: DRUG USE) In each location, there is one specific room where attendees can enter, and dance or play tag with brightly colored powder that contains small amounts of a legal party drug commonly available in Riverview, which is absorbed through the skin. Not much more intoxicating than having a few beers, the effects of the drug are a pleasant low-key buzzing euphoria, positive sensitivity to touch, a heightening of desires for intimacy, and a mild lowering of inhibitions. Once a character has been hit with the powder, the color lingers on the skin so other attendees can know who has partaken, but once the powder makes contact with a surface it deactivates, meaning that partakers can safely dance with non-partakers without sharing the intoxicating effects.

Please be sure to warn in subject lines for any threads involving drug use. And remember, there is always security to intervene and make sure everyone is safe.

v. roommates or wildcard

Feel free to use this prompt to set up headers for a communal floor, or threads open to roommates for the purpose of getting to know each other. Or if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set at the Flower Festival, feel free to write it up!

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[ Manipulation comes in many forms when one is Loki, he learned this when feathered and chained to a kind little boy and his bird-heart broke when it exploded into something bigger. Manipulation is a hand around the muscles of another, mind and tendon alike, a hook for invisible eyes like a burr falling into a basket of wool.

That's how it feels when the chaos of the 'Danger Rave' matches with the beat of his blood and picks him up, prompting him to dance, wilder and wilder in a crowd that all too easily becomes his. No Big Red Button, this isn't the terror of using too much intentional power, it's drugged minds bowing to the strength of a concept: he wants to dance and so, they do too. All twenty of the bodies around Loki pulsate and thrash like the waves around the eye of a storm, extensions of sentiment. He doesn't feel bad about it, not when they all want to feel lost for a while. Under his thrall is just another version of that.

The air is dizzying in its ozone-sharp scent around the mob as magic pervades bared skin not only from drugs. It's not hypnosis, not really; just suggestion, like in a primal Midgardian offering to the gods.

Or just one god tonight, covered in gold glittery powder. ]

[ Between the steady pulse of music that syncs with his heartbeat, and the too familiar, too warm hum of something blurring his thoughts, Tony doesn't find himself taking too much stock of his surroundings. Really, he shouldn't still be here, he should leave, find someone to talk to, get out. But as much as there is the voice in his head telling him that, the sharp and familiar claws of addiction have pressed into the soft tissues of his chest (his heart), and compel him to stay.

Stay. Dance. Enjoy.

Even with the darker whispers against the edge of his mind (whispers that no doubt will get louder after the powder has faded from his skin, leaving smears of dull colours and bitter regret), Tony doesn't find himself wanting to leave the dance floor. Not wanting to leave the pulse of life, of chaos, that is thrumming beneath his skin making him feel electric. Like he was falling and flying and free--

Flying without the suit. And fuck, that was a feeling.

It's the flash of gold, the twist of something familiar but foreign (echoes of a power Tony denies) in the corner of his eye that catches his attention, has Tony pulling away from the body plastered to his front and moving with the current of people towards the shimmering gold and the familiar flash of green at the centre of the storm. It's like the air here is alive, crackling with more than the energy of the people.

Tony knows that, the under your skin tug of something nearly wild.

Fucking magic.

And maybe it's the magic, or maybe it's the powder on his skin (or maybe both, maybe neither), but Tony doesn't hesitate to break past the bodies pressing around the god, crowded around him like they were afraid to get too close and burn, and curl his chin over the shoulder of the god.

There is laughter on his lips as he swipes a thumb along Loki's shoulder, coming away covered in gold dust.]

'Come make us gods that will go before us'. Are you here to lead them out of the desert or into it I wonder.

[ Tony's lucky he didn't get a mouth of equine mane for a moment there, that was next on the cards with Loki's whimsical mood in full-swing. The press of the body behind him is electric (haha) and he stills for a moment before sinking back into a chest that a former god, a former life, tried to tear apart too many times to count. Now, he uses him as a prop, an arm curling overhead to scruff long fingers through Tony's sweaty locks, starting to sway with him as if the thumb dragging lightly over his shoulder is hauling a chain with it, binding them in place. ]

Are you saying no one here is wet enough?

[ Trash-talking is their go-to, for better or worse it's comfortable. Under his palm Tony's hair is damp but, well, that isn't why Loki shakes with suppressed laughter. ]

[ Very lucky yes, he might be well known for being adventurous in the bedroom, but horses were not a thing he was willing to toy with. However, it isn't a problem, though there is a moment, a fraction of a second, where the god is tense and sharp and Tony wonders briefly about his limbs, before Loki is sinking into the embrace easily. Like he wasn't at all surprised but a former almost enemy turned floormate was pressed close to him, and maybe he wasn't.

Tony didn't care.

The engineer laughs again, moves with the music and magic and pulse of life in his veins as he leans into the fingers in his hair. A gentle way to keep him in place.

Not that Tony planned on moving.]

Mmm, perhaps.[ Another laugh, another drag of Tony's thumb across the gold dusted skin.] Not that I think it would be a problem for long if you put your mind to it, of course.

Flattery. Could've won a lot of fights with that ...

[ Not that he doesn't soak it up now, using his free hand to guide one of Tony's through planes of gold to paw at Loki's abdomen and leave streaks of fingerprints, arching into the heat of a mortal palm. He wriggles back against the hips framing his, showing Tony how to hold him tight yet let the hedonistic squirming continue, but it's the chin over Loki's shoulder and the laughter that curls something excitedly in his belly, wanting to test whether this really is his old nemesis or whether the powder is just that strong. ]

You came here?

[ That's unexpected, and he thinks Tony will read that Loki thinks so. ]

Who said I haven't won fights with it? Though I am not sure I consider it flattery so much as an understanding of your abilities.

[ More flattery or honesty? Perhaps both. Tony is more than okay giving credit where it is due, and even more so when he has had more of his inhibitions so usefully removed from him. It did make it far easier for him to concentrate on the gold dusted skin beneath his fingers, the placement of Loki between him and the way the music moves between them.

Whether or not Loki believes there are cords of chaos and mischief to be plucked at here, Tony isn't all too concerned. At least there would be something interesting.

At the question, Tony curls his fingers against the lines and ridges of the god's abdomen, a press of callouses against the gold.] Mmmm, I did come here. Once upon a time, this was my kind of scene. Granted, didn't mean to get into a fight with the rainbow, but...

[ There is something else there, lurking in his words, something darker than the amusement and familiar snark, if Loki cares to look.]

Should've just left it at 'yes, I'm flirting'. [ But of course, Tony ruins his own stride by downplaying any pleasure Loki takes in the flattery, tossing out the possibility of cold hard facts instead. Talk about shooting himself in the foot with a repulsor ...

His swaying mismatches the beat, adhering more keenly to the hips behind because riding Tony is more satisfying. A cool horn rests against Tony's temple when Loki tilts his head, the cheek-guard of his helm pressing into warm skin, and he wraps his free arm over the hold Tony has around his body so that the godling becomes his living safety-belt. ]

Stay with me and no more magic will touch you. [ No more drugs, nothing Tony would avoid in his right state of mind. ] None but mine.

[ The purr is a tease but also resonates with something Tony can trust, if he so chooses, because Loki will keep any more powder from meeting his skin; it's just a matter of getting the hero to be his in return. At least, for a while. No one can say Loki is not a benevolent god (when it suits him)!

His hands run through Tony's hair and over his arm, trying to soothe that dark unrest that threads through an unsteady mortal voice. ]

Fall into a black hole to escape the light, it can be just you and me.

[ He ... needs someone, Loki realises with a pang in his chest. Thor has disowned him, Asgardia exiled him, Odin is nowhere to be found after his cryptic advice as per usual. Verity is lost to the newest god of whatever that will have taken his place by now. Tony hasn't been unpleasant since they were forced into close quarters in this realm. In fact, despite all their quarrels and bitching, Loki finds him the most amiable besides Stephen. Maybe he owes him some small kindness in return for making Loki feel semi-wanted, especially being who he is and with all the history they share, they are still able to share a secret dance in the dark.

You and me, he promises again, wordless but insistent where they move together with ease. ]

[ Maybe Tony should have stopped talking, maybe he never should have stepped up to the god in the first place, but he was never really the best at making the safe choices for himself, no matter how smart he happened to be. Rather than form a response, Tony is drawn into the presence of Loki before him. The god is sharp smiles and sharper eyes, and Tony can feel the edges of hips beneath his fingertips as they press even closer, but none of that is enough to make him want to step back out of fear of being cut.

If anything, it makes Tony all the more curious. Makes him want to push closer, push harder, to see if Loki will make him bleed red and gold on the floor.

He should think shit, I'm vulnerable, but all he sees is gold wrapping around him and Tony feels something like safe snake into his veins the more the godling speaks. And, god of lies or not, the words reverberate in his bones and Tony knows that there is as much truth to them as he wants there to be.

So with the hand in his hair and cool touch of horns against his temple, Tony presses a laugh into the sharp curl of Loki's smile and falls.]

Such a benevolent god, no offering at an altar for your gift? No ashes or sacrificial lamb?

[ The words carry the same teasing tone, something light but also, beneath it all, an ember of honest offering. Honesty that Tony presses into the gold skin beneath his fingers tips as he falls into sync with the god, falls and flies and shit, this was easier than he thought it would be.

The only thing he becomes aware of is the absent thrum of energy in him, the wild current of magic itching under his skin, and the brush of cool skin against his lips.]

[ That laugh drives a pleasant shiver down his spine, curling his toes in his boots so that Loki's grin briefly matches Tony's. He loves the little things, the way it feels to experience chuckling against the sensitive corner of his mouth and the roaming of hands that clutch him tight, plastered next to human heat. It's a drug of its own, the easy intimacy, and he craves more. Tony would give him anything he wanted, within reason. Loki knows that, it's why he doesn't ask, and also ... wow, he'll have to spell out where he's coming from when it occurs to him that, no, Tony can't possibly hazard a sensible guess.

He turns in the delicious embrace, looping an arm around a neck as he paws a golden palm up the parting of a ruined shirt, seeking out Tony's warm skin that leads up a stubbly throat. ]

A sacrifice is just one more way to please your god.

[ A sharp nose aligns with Tony's, paler even in the inky half-light of the rave. Loki's smile tugs relentlessly when he feels facial hair brushing his upper lip, not in a kiss, just because they're so close. His black thumbnail scrapes the hard line of Tony's jaw, coaxing him to stay almost poured atop the godling as Loki laughs under his breath and arches his bare chest against cotton, smearing his aureate mark like a claim. A lovebite in sentiment only because it will linger the next morning. ]

Don't you think you're pleasing me, Anthony?

[ Silvertongue curls his best weapon around that name, licking the way it tastes off his lips so that Tony feels the slightest brush over his. White noise burns in Loki's ears as he peers into eyes as blue as his are green, all too aware of how new this territory is with every second they willingly venture further into it. ]

Mmm, was never a man of faith, but I might be able to ascribe to your worship there, godling.

[ Give me your rage, give me your wrath, give me, give me, give me-- Tony can almost hear the words, a hymn or a chant or a prayer, in the echoes of his mind. The demand that the feral energy tugging beneath his skin has on him, how it makes him want to lose himself in this dance, in these movements, more than the first surge of colour streaked powder on his skin did hours before.

If Loki is going to build an altar out of gold dusted skin and cool fingers in his hair, then maybe Tony might find that shred of belief to offer up. Can put pieces of himself there for pleasure or punishment, just this once.

Their movements don't falter, even as Loki turns and Tony finds himself caught between green and gold and the frissions of pleasure that light up his nerves as the god's hands trail along his jaw. Leaning into the touch, just a fraction, Tony revels in the moment. In the energy. The laughter pressed into his skin, shaking against his ribs, the gold smeared along his skin, the way the world is just static around them. ]

I think that is an answer for the god to give, not the one at worship. But I am sure I can do better.

[ It is a marvel that Loki can even hear his words over the rushing between them, with how quietly Tony speaks them, voice rough from the barely there brush of lips against his own. That, and the crackle of want that strikes him at the sound of his name on Loki's tongue, that tease of something else.

Give me your wrath, give me your fear, and I will be--

Tony can't think as he freefalls, a shard of sharp laughter cutting his tongue as he closes that space between them to press his lips to the gods. It isn't demanding or desperate, but it's there, an offering of sorts.]

[ Kill him. Win.

The whisper is age-old and so papery-thin in the back of his mind, where ancient memories curdle in a spiteful black ball, that he sucks in a quiet noise at the touch of their lips. He has to take a moment to refute it (I'm not a murderer, not really) as the lights swim and the magnitude of sharing a kiss rakes through the alleys of his mind, inherited and new. He blinks rapidly and shuts his eyes to focus instead on the warm supplication (He owes us this) that feels like acceptance (He won't keep us). Loki parts their lips by tipping his head back to catch a breath, then presses one in from the opposite side to quiet the restless murmurings in his head.

They hiss into silence like a pit of snakes disappointed that he won't fall, not today, leaving him free to brush his fingers through Tony's hair and paw along his waist, up and down to feel the strong body beneath that shirt. The music returns to Loki's ears and his weight sinks in at last, vulnerable from chest to belly to groin and arching in defiantly as ghosts simmer, comfortable even though apprehension lurks in the eaves of each new, bold touch. ]

Edited 2017-04-07 01:48 (UTC)

[ There is a reckless sort of rush that comes with doing something that your hindbrain has deemed all kinds of dangerous, a rush that Tony usually got from having the armour close around him before throwing himself into battle. Kissing Loki is on par with that, even if it is only the barest ghost of a kiss at first, it's still something that pulses with a warning.

When Loki pulls back, Tony's vision is clouded with gold and green and the iridescent shimmer of magic and glitter that is in the air around them. Loki is still solid beneath his hands, still dragging more gold across his skin as his hands slide up and along his torso, streak his dark hair with flashes of the metal that Tony will not get out for weeks. And Tony is going to speak, perhaps tease Loki about offerings and pleasure when the godling is pressed close again.

Actions speak louder than words, right?

So this time, with the barest edge of hesitance (something in the back of his mind reminding him this is Loki, or at least, a piece of him) Tony drags his teeth along the swell of Loki's bottom lip, presses his thumbs into the gilded valley of the god's hips and crumbles into the temptation a little more.]

[ Docile isn't a word anyone would use to describe Loki, wouldn't be their tenth or twentieth choice, but as teeth graze his lip and the round impression of thumbs knead the divots under sharp hipbones, the lean entirety of the godling softens into a kind of submission. Sensitive everywhere, even in the most inconspicuous places, a pleased shiver vibrates through him from head to toe and back again. After so many years spent fighting, the truth is that Loki finds defeat in gentility, not battle. It leaves him moaning for more under his breath, licking the corners of Tony's mouth to coax him back into kissing, responsive as a live-wire.

Whereas once he would sneer and make demands, in this lifetime Ikol whines and tugs at Tony's hair, arching against his body with arousal hardening in his jeans, obviously needy. He can count on one hand his sexual experiences and hopes it's not too obvious, because who needs one of their pseudo-enemies aware of how sexually frustrated you've been? And Tony had a big mouth, not in the good way. He might talk.

But he tastes and feels wonderful. ]

[ If Tony is surprised by the shift in Loki's demeanour, the way that he all but melts into the touches that Tony is pressing into his skin, he doesn't let it show. The way Loki relaxes though, the fluid shift from sharp edges and powerful god to this-- this responsive figure makes the pleasure in Tony's veins light up, flare a little brighter. It is no secret that he enjoys a responsive partner, enjoys being able to bring other people pleasure, and to see Loki enjoying the attention and affection that he could give him? Tony thrives with that.

So when Loki presses close again, the moan felt between them, Tony doesn't hesitate to kiss the god again. This time it was less of a teasing thing, lips and teeth and tongue, as Tony gave into the energy that was thrumming between them, lets his hands slide from hips to the curve of the god's back, pulling him closer as Tony kisses him like he wishes to burn him from the inside out.

And maybe he does.

The hands in his hair and the erection he can feel against his hip ruin the last of his half-formed worries, that Tony has about 'this is Loki', and instead has Tony focused on making sure that Loki enjoys this. He pulls back from the kiss, voice unsteady as he trails kisses along the shimmering angle of Loki's jaw, uncaring about the gold as it smears against his lips.]

My, starshine, what would you have me do?

[ It is perhaps meant to be teasing, but Tony's falls a little short of that. ]

Ungph.

[ That graceful noise lodges in his throat behind a bobbing Adam's apple as Tony gnaws his way down Loki's jaw. He licks his lips like the most delicious cake in the world just passed them and he can't get enough, mouth tingling with the phantom pressure of Tony's ardent kisses. He's going to end up rutting against Iron Man's leg and never live it down, that's his life right now. Maybe he'll care later when he isn't burning up inside with a desperate need to feel that tongue all over his body.

Starshine. He catches sight of his own fingers in Tony's hair and it clicks. Under the rave lights, Loki sparkles in the dark.

And Tony is a black hole sucking him in whoa that thought went places fast — ]

Ah ... I don't mind, whatever.

[ Trying to sound aloof instead comes out needy, as if Loki is the loosest scarlet woman on the block (he wouldn't mind being that if those hands stay on his skin a little longer). They need a room, that's what. The pinnicle of his thought-process narrows down to somewhere we can keep doing this.

He nips at the shell of Tony's ear, licking it better. ]

Give us some privacy.

[ And then, who knows. The possibilities thrill him. ]

[ If Loki does end up rutting against him, Tony isn't really going to complain. Honestly, at this point he is a little too wrapped up in the noises the god makes, the way the godling moves against him, to make much note of anything else. Well, almost much of anything else. While dragging his teeth along the thin skin of Loki's shoulder, he does note that he is not the only one that finds the godling enthralling; those who were dancing around them before are still dancing, but more than one pair of eyes has begun to trace the gilded contours of the god's skin that is revealed.

It makes something in Tony hiss, an echoing thought of mine barely there as fingers dig into Loki's skin a little harder for a moment. They loosen as he shudders against the god thanks to the lips at his ear.]

As you wish.

[ There is something gratifying in being the one to lead Loki, all glinting gold curves and wicked smiles, into the darkness that is found around the dancefloor. Well, lead perhaps is a bit much, Tony doesn't let them separate much as they move, his hands making themselves well acquainted with the ridges of Loki's spine, the swell of his ass, all the while alternating between licking into the god's mouth and leaving the echoes of kisses against the gold of his neck and shoulder.

And when Loki's back finally meets something solid? Tony doesn't stop. He shifts to press himself between the god's legs and curls his hands around Loki's jaw, encouraging him to let Tony devour him, to let the engineer pull him apart with pleasure and piece him back together.]

[ The whirl-wind of touches and dazzling lights leaves his senses dizzied until an alcove hits his shoulders, then everything makes sense. He gives his mouth up in supplication to the hungry kisses, panting hard through his nose because the rave's air is hot and so is Tony, Loki heats up just from the sheer proximity as he hitches a leg around a hip to drag the hero in. It's blissfully good when he rocks against him, tall enough that his cock rides the ridge of the other man's and Loki's balls are ground with endless friction, back and forth through clothing he abruptly hates.

The stupidest noises leave him without his knowledge, whines and pleas of More and Anthony, ah-Anthony yesss, black nails raking up the back of a shirt to leave lasting scratches tomorrow. He digs a thumb into Tony's belt and wrenches it open, stuffing his hand in; before pausing, right before he can find anything interesting beyond a soft trail of hair. Loki tries to catch his eye, nose to nose, bitten lips shining wet as he sucks in a breath. ]

May I?

[ The very last thing he wants is to be is a Bad Guy right now, in any way, shape or form, so he waits to hear that explicit consent while half-dazed as he gets walled. ]

[ The world is no longer composed of thought, at least not the racing kind filled with numbers and equations and potential futures. Instead, Tony is caught up in the physical, in the tangible and the sensations that prick at his consciousness like hot pins; the weight of Loki's leg around his hip, the drag of the god's cock against his own, the pleasurable sting of nails against the skin of his back. Tony knows that this is something he wouldn't allow himself if it weren't for the powder, that the freedom from his mind and the darker emotions is only a fleeting thing, but he grasps the sensation as desperately as he pulls at the god; curled fingers with force enough to bruise.

Shuddering at the noises, the way Anthony rolls down his spine like ice water, Tony bites at Loki's lips and rolls his hips.

The movement only stills with hands on his belt, the bright spike of pleasure that curls around his spine and the dull ache in his groin. His own cock twitches but, despite his interest, he isn't superhuman. So, instead, Tony pulls back a little, eyebrow raised as he pulls at Loki's hand, the one at the waistband of his pants, and pins it to the wall next to his head.]

May I?

[ It's teasing and promising and wicked, that smile that cuts across his face, body already shifting to allow Tony to drop to his knees between the god's legs with one final squeeze to his wrist. But he doesn't do more than bite at the jut of hipbone above Loki's pants, blue eyes wide and dark as he looks up and waits.]

[ For a moment he stills when Tony repositions his wandering hand, then the apprehension melts away when he catches onto the teasing reply. The Old Man would never have allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of an Avenger, especially this one, and Loki delights in breaking the status quo by thoroughly indulging. He spreads his legs and slouches against the wall to make Tony's job easier, sinuous hips giving a sway. ]

Aye. [ Not a 'Yes', something that is more of a reminder to Tony with whom he's doing this.

Licking his lips, Loki's fingers gravitate into a mussed, thick nest of hair, gently tugging Tony forward. ]

Don't bite it off. Play nice.

[ Maybe he's still a little anxious, sure. This is their first ... foray into this sort of thing. ]

[ For a heartbeat of a moment, Tony thinks that Loki is going to vanish before him; there is a tremor in the god's frame the makes Tony think of fight or flight and, from what he has learned so far, flight seems more likely. And yet-- Loki stays, slouches against the wall in a way that is unfairly attractive, and has Tony breathing out a reverent noise against the skin beneath his lips.

Right now? It was very easy to see the god part of the being before him, the way he looked beneath the flashing lights, covered in gold and glinting like a small star in the darkness.

Tony doesn't need much more encouragement beyond the consent that Loki gives him before he is tugging at pants and making pleased noises against the thin skin of Loki's groin at the hands in his hair.]

I only bite when you ask nicely, starshine. Don't worry. [ He would grin up at the god, but Tony is more fixated on the cock that he frees, smirk flickering across his face as he licks a teasing stripe along the base, thumbs pressing into the divots of Loki's hips in a silent request to stay still.]

[ His focus swims, hips trembling beneath Tony's firm hands, and when Loki blinks against the swirling lights of the rave he sees colours blistering to life behind his eyelids. Almost as hot as the tongue laving up his erection. Fuck. It's one thing to pleasure somebody else and retain enough self-control not to make a fool of himself but like this, with someone so intrinsic to his past on their knees before him, tasting him ... He groans and the loud music thankfully swallows up the wanton sound. ]

Anthony.

[ Memories interlace with the present, battles lost and won, Tony's armour and expression in a dozen different ways. As Loki tips his head back on the wall and peers down the glimmering gold line of his naked body, he burns the sight of Tony preparing to suck him off into the permanent recesses of his mind because he wants to remember him like this forever. Precome has smeared against the red tip where it was trapped in his pants and now more joins it, beading at the slit as his belly shivers and grows taut, thighs tensing, a pretty pink seven-inch cock twitching whenever Loki shudders.

And he waits patiently, almost ... obediently, for Tony to begin. ]

[ Anthony. The sound of his name barely reaches his ears over the noise of the rave around them, over the rush of blood in his ears and the static of his brain trying to parse the overload of sensations. All Tony knows is that, when Loki says his full name like that? He doesn't hate it nearly as much as he usually does. With one brow quirking up at the god, eyes still holding the bright green of Loki's gaze, Tony grins sharp and nearly feral before he moves to take the head of Loki's cock between his lips, tongue teasing around the head.

Between the lights and sound, the shine of the gold before his eyes and the way Loki moves beneath his fingertips, the way Tony can feel him twitch against his tongue, there is something terribly and beautifully dreamlike to this. An actual good kind of dream, where Tony wants to replay the events over and over again, rather than spend three days in a lab trying to ignore the beat of his heart and the whipcrack shot of his own cry startling him awake. No, this was the kind of dream Tony revelled in, the kind that makes him want to draw out.

So that is what he plans on doing. Rather than showing off and taking the god to the hilt like he could in one smooth swallow, Tony moves slowly, swirls his tongue along the underside, applies light suction before swallowing a little more with a low hum, eyes seeking out Loki's as he drags blunt nails over the crease of his thighs, lines of red blooming in the wake of his movement.]

[ Part of him expects Tony to laugh and walk away, scorn and humiliation something that needles Loki in the back of his mind as he trusts the man between his legs not to pull a dirty trick like that, not now. Weirdly, he finds himself telling the dark little voice in his head to shut up because he wants to take a chance tonight and see where this leads (tomorrow will be full of interesting conversations, he's sure). A whine catches in the back of his throat when Tony swirls his tongue over a slick cockhead, precome already making the glide of surprisingly soft lips all the more perfect, soft and wet in a thrilling contrast to the nails raking at the sensitive skin where his thighs begin.

Shuddering against the wall, he plants a hand against it to exert the kind of pressure he can't with the fist in Tony's hair, petting him in reward. Loki pants open-mouthed, a groan permeating his sigh of relief.

It's been a while since anyone touched him there. ]

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