Archive of Our Own

Sitting on a chair, staring at the flower pot in the corner of the room, was the God of Mischief. His mind was quite occupied by the magnificence of such a wonder the Midgardians had no appreciation for.

The flower was blooming in a small, confined space. The same it would do had it been in an open field. His mother's gardens housed several plants and flowers, but none of them were ever confined in such small pots.

His eyes shifted to the person who walked over to him. Instantly, the corner of Loki's lips curved upwards in a gentle smile.

"What's cookin'?" Tony asked, straddling Loki's legs, while his arms went around his neck.

"Nothing is cookin', as you so eloquently put it." Loki replied with a grin, which earned him an eyeroll. His hands rested on Tony's hips as he looked at his beloved. "I was simply admiring the flower." He nodded in the direction where the flower pot was standing. "But then another beauty caught my attention."

"Oh really?" Tony looked around him. "Where?"

Loki ceased the opportunity of having an exposed neck right before his eyes, while Tony was looking away, and pressed his lips against it and gently sucked at the skin. He knew it drove Tony crazy when he did that and the moan he received in return was proof of it.

"It tastes great too." He said, licking along Tony’s neck to his earlobe.

Tony's breath hitched and he stroked the back of Loki's head. "So evil of you, Reindeer Games. I came to tell you... oh god..." Tony lost his train of thought for a moment when Loki's hands reached his buttocks and squeezed. "We're..." Loki rolled his hips upwards, while he sucked hard on Tony's neck. "Dinner... Steve..."

Well, that did it. Loki pulled his face away from Tony's neck to frown at him and the grasp on Tony's butt loosened. "Anthony, you know better than to mention any names other than mine while we're having a moment." He spoke in a warning tone.

Tony took in a deep breath to calm his racing heart, before he gave Loki a sweet smile. "We can still have a moment." He rolled his hips against Loki's, which earned him a grunt and a squeeze of his buttocks. "Just wanted to tell you Steve called and invited us over for dinner tonight." Tony added, leaning forward and nuzzling Loki's cheek.

"Who's cooking?" Loki closed his eyes as he enjoyed Tony's beard grazing softly against his skin. The frown had disappeared and was replaced with a soft smile.

"Steve. He's finally learned not to let Bucky near the kitchen when they're inviting people." Tony smiled.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." Loki kept one hand over Tony's bum and brought the other up to the back of his neck. "Is that all you wanted to say?"

Tony looked at him, grinning. "Basically."

"Good." Loki replied, pulling Tony into a deep kiss, which was happily reciprocated.

Loki's hand caressed the back of Tony's neck, while the other kneaded his bum. Tony moaned into the kiss, pressing himself further against Loki's body. He slowly rocked his hips, the tightness in his pants demanding attention already.

Loki responded in kind. Grinding his hips against Tony's and meeting his slow thrusts.

Tony cupped Loki's face with both hands as they kissed. Loki brought the hand that was at the back of Tony's neck down, back to his hips and squeezed his buttocks hard as he rolled his own hips upwards. The friction caused by the confined clothing was driving Tony mad. He wanted nothing more than Loki's hand and preferably also mouth around his cock at that moment.

As if Loki was reading his mind, he moved a hand between them and pressed hard on Tony's bulging erection. Tony moaned into the kiss and thrust his hips into Loki's touch.

"You like that, don't you?" Loki whispered between kisses.

"You know I do." Tony replied and dropped his head onto Loki's shoulder, breathing heavily against him. "Fuck, Loki, touch me. Fuck me."

Loki smirked, capturing Tony's lips into another heated kiss. "All in good time." He said, just before he stopped altogether and stood up, keeping his hands on Tony’s hips to prevent him from falling.

Tony was surprised by the sudden way Loki got up, so he was up on his feet as well.

Loki ran the back of his knuckles against Tony's flushed cheeks and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, bringing his knuckles slowly down over Tony's chest to graze over his nipples, making Tony shiver with anticipation. "We might continue after dinner." He then put his palm over Tony's jeans covered erection and pressed hard. "If you’re a good boy and do not touch yourself until then."

He then went to take a shower before he would get ready for dinner with their friends.

Tony stood frozen to his spot, left high and dry. "What the fuck, Loki!" He called after him, feeling quite frustrated and out of breath. He was met with a cackle from the bathroom. He should have known Loki would be an ass when he mentioned Steve the moment things were getting heated up between them.

Dating the God of Mischief was no easy feat. Then again, it also made things in the bedroom quite interesting. While irritated by the fact he'd have to go out to dinner with a built-up sexual tension, he also knew Loki would take care of him later... if he didn’t end up touching himself in the shower later. He so wanted to do that right now. Dinner was going to feel way, way too long.