Embracing Sentiment.

[teofse]

Title: Embracing Sentiment.
Author: Teofse
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Loki/Tony
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
Rating: R.
Word count: 811
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Marvel (both comics and movies). No money is being made out of this work.
A/N: Unbetaed. Post Avengers AU, disregards Iron Man 3 and Thor: TDW. This is the next installment of my adventdrabbles 2014 series No Time For Sentiment. Prompt 20: Christmas candles.
Summary: “You're thinking too much, snowflake. This is something no one can teach you, you have to go with your heart.”

Embracing Sentiment.

 

Loki liked sex as much as the next god but, due to his lack of charms according to asgardian opinion, he'd grown used to fucking whoever offered to have him without allowing the poor bastard the necessary time to change his mind before the deed was done.

When Tony grabbed his hand and dragged him leisurely down the corridor, stopping every few steps to pepper small, toe-curling kisses along his jaw and neck he allowed himself to be dragged, enjoying the moment without bothering to question where it was going.

Then his mortal pushed open a door and the first thing that hit him was the sound: soft carol music was playing on the speaker system, turned down low enough to make the words pleasantly indistinct while preserving the smile-inducing jingly tune he so loved. The lighting was low too, coming from the Christmas candles that were scattered everywhere. There was a champagne bottle nestled on an ice bucket that stood near a bedside table and the bed itself was turned down invitingly.

Loki froze, staring around the room and realizing that this wouldn't be the quick and passionate roll in the sheets he was so used to. This romantic set up left him floundering in uncharted waters because he'd never stayed the entire night with anyone. He'd never bothered with post-cuddles, or post-conversation, or post-anything. He was a fucker not a lover, and he didn't have the first clue about what making love actually looked like.

Tony laughed at his shocked expression and cradled his face with rough, callused hands, directing it slightly downwards so that their eyes could tangle together: wary green meeting thoroughly amused amber.
“I've never seen you resemble a startled reindeer until now. Not even when you were sporting that horned helmet of yours. I know what you're thinking, gorgeous. You're telling yourself that this looks too close to 'sentiment' for your comfort, aren't you?”

Loki's anxious gaze swept over the room, trying to study it as much as possible without removing his face from Tony's gentle hold. He could feel the tide of panic raising within him with every new detail he uncovered, but had no desire to succumb to his instinctive fear. He would fight tooth and nail to be worthy of this instant. This one moment in time when someone had finally found him good enough to keep beyond the pleasure of orgasm. Good enough to merit the time spent in lighting all these candles and bringing in the champagne; remembering the songs he liked and turning down their bedspread with the hope of tempting him to stay.
“I want to do sentiment for you, but I don't know how, Anthony.”

The engineer's amused smile became warm and reassuring, a gift of unlimited patience.
“You're thinking too much, snowflake. This is something no one can teach you, you have to go with your heart.”

Loki swallowed past the thick lump that was lodged in the middle of his throat and allowed his barriers to fall as one, his eyes roamed Tony's features as he turned his head slightly to place a single, fervent kiss on the palm of the hand that still held him. Tony gasped and moved his other hand to pet his hair encouragingly, coming close enough to plaster their bodies together.

Lips found lips and their first kiss swept across their senses, blurring the edges of the room and locking them inside a small bubble where nothing else existed. Loki attempted to retain his cool head, but his mortal wouldn't settle for anything other than complete, focused attention.

Impatient hands ripped his shirt open, giving a fervent mouth access to his collarbone and shoulders, his chest and nipples, his slightly ticklish belly. All of it was kissed with toe-curling devotion, with a greed that disarmed him, with unashamed avarice; and he could do nothing but surrender his entire self to the feel of those hands and that mouth. To the taste and smell of the man trying so hard to devour him. To the warmth of the skin being oh-so-slowly unveiled for his pleasure.

They fell on each other like wolves, all teeth and claws, instinct and hunger. And it wasn't until he was fighting for control, deep inside his mortal, that Loki finally managed to remember his own name. His passion-glazed green eyes connected with Tony's, finding within them a wealth of acceptance, affection and understanding that no one else had ever offered him.

“Loki...” His name was hissed so possessively that the sound tore across his soul, laying claim to every inch left of it, branding it indelibly.

“Anthony...” He groaned in return, shattering like stardust inside his mortal, and his heart felt light and safe and finally, finally, complete when his body collapsed atop Tony's and he found himself willingly embraced. Held and treasured, both. Welcomed, desired and... loved.

TBC.

next

back