[ 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. ]
no subject
[ 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. ]