[ 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.]
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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.]