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“I’m not hungry,” Tony said, his face pulling away from the bite that Loki was trying to feed him.
“I don’t care,” Loki replied, putting the plate down and using his now free hand to hold the brunet’s head in place, trying to force the food past his lips. “Jarvis told me you have not eaten since yesterday.”
“Hmmph!” Tony replied, eloquently, when Loki managed to breach his mouth and pushed the bite in. He spat it out. “Fuck you.”
The slap that Loki gave him echoed in the room.
“Watch your mouth, boy.”
“Fuck. You,” Tony repeated, his eyes hard. Loki slapped him again, this time a backhand, and the brunet could not hold his moan in.
The god chuckled.
“Ah, I see,” he said. “You wish me to fight you. Why don’t you ever just ask for these things, Tony?”
Tony touched his cheek gingerly, moving his jaw around.
“Would you have as much fun if I did?” he asked after a beat.
Loki smirked, then slapped him again, hard.
“No,” he replied, and with a flick of his hand they were both naked. Their cocks touched, both of them half-hard, as Loki straddled the brunet on the bed. The god took another piece from the plate, and brought it up to Tony’s lips. “Open.”
“Fuck–” Tony’s words were interrupted by yet another slap, and the deep moan that followed.
“Again,” Tony whimpered when Loki remained still for too long, his eyes at half mast.
“Now, now,” Loki purred. “Isn’t that a good boy? Good boys get what they want.” And then Loki slapped him: once, twice, thrice. “I like it when you fight back, Tony, but sometimes it’s delightful to see you beg for such abuse.”
“I didn’t beg, you asshole,” Tony spat, and the loudest moan came after the slap that Loki gave him then.
“I suppose you didn’t,” Loki conceded, his hand coming to caress the red skin on the other’s cheek. “Now let me feed you,” he said, and ground his cock into Tony’s, eliciting a groan.
“No,” Tony insisted, but it was weak, and when Loki brought the food to his lips once more, he opened his mouth after a little coaxing.
“There, there,” Loki breathed out, pleased. Tony grumbled in response, but accepted every bite that the god offered this time.
Loki watched with keen, delighted eyes the way the brunet ate everything, savouring the way his fingers disappeared into the other’s mouth, the way the muscles in his jaw moved as he chewed, how Tony slowly began opening his lips before Loki even grabbed the next piece. Both their cocks were now completely hard, rubbing against each other and making them both moan at times, the act of feeding somehow now about anything but the food.
When the plate was empty, Loki leaned in and licked Tony’s mouth before he kissed it, harsh and forceful, his tongue pushing inside. The brunet allowed it, moaning into Loki’s mouth as their cocks now pressed against each other more.
“You fucking weirdo,” he breathed out when Loki pulled away, and received a hard slap for it. “Again,” he moaned.
“No,” Loki said, pulling away. “Beg.”
Tony groaned, and his hand moved to grab his cock, only to be intercepted by Loki and yanked back.
“Beg,” the god ordered, his voice hard, his eyes narrowed.
The brunet held his gaze for a long time, until he finally relented.
“Please, slap me,” he muttered, and struggled to contain his smile when Loki beamed.
“As you wish, my beautiful mortal,” Loki cooed, and then slapped Tony hard several times, until finally one backhand came away with blood. “Oh, dear.”
“Keep going,” Tony pleaded, but Loki clicked his tongue. “Please.”
“No, Tony, every game has its limit. Now, how about I take that beautiful body of yours?”
The brunet’s eyes twinkled at the offer, his hand coming to rest on Loki’s chest. The god smiled indulgently, then kissed him, their cocks touching once more.
“I love you, Tony,” the god said, and lifted off Tony’s lap, pushing the brunet onto his belly. “I love you so much, my sweet mortal.”
“I love you too,” Tony mumbled into the mattress, his hips moving against the sheets, trying to satisfy his need. “Please fuck me, Loki.”
Loki chuckled, then went to stretch the other out, only for Tony to cry out.
“No!” Tony protested, and Loki stilled his probing. “Take me like this,” he begged.
Loki hummed in consideration.
“It will hurt,” he cautioned.
“Yes,” Tony breathed out.
“You’re being particularly masochistic today, Tony,” Loki said, and his voice was slightly concerned.
Tony whimpered.
“You were gone too long,” he admitted, his head buried under a pillow. “I have not stopped thinking about you, haven’t been able to work, to concentrate. I need this, please.”
Loki was quiet for a moment, before he patted Tony’s head fondly.
“My sweet little mortal,” he cooed, then shifted on the bed and lined himself up with the unprepared hole. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said, and pushed in.
Tony cried into the mattress, his body growing tense against his wishes, as he was breached painfully.
“No, no, no, no!” He wailed when Loki stopped his sheathing, pushing his ass back. “Don’t stop!”
Loki chuckled after a pause.
“I love you so much, Tony,” he whispered, and pushed the rest of the way in at once, making Tony shout in agony, the mortal’s body trying to escape the intrusion instinctively.
“Fuck!” Tony screamed, his eyes brimming with tears, his teeth clenched. “Fuck!”
“Yes,” Loki breathed out, stopping for only a moment before he pulled out and slammed back in, the writhing, agonising body underneath him making him even more aroused. As he kept his pace, Tony’s screams and whimpers started becoming moans, started pushing his ass back onto the cock that pierced him, his hands gripping the sheets tight.
“Fuck, it hurts so good,” Tony said, his voice broken, his breathing heavy. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t stop even if you begged,” Loki teased, and they both knew it to be a lie. “It has been too long since I’ve had you this tight,” he said through his heaving, slamming in and out, in and out. He bit down hard on Tony’s shoulder, hard enough to draw a little bit of blood. “Such a wanton little slut, my wanton little slut.”
“Call me slut again,” Tony pleaded through a moan, his face covered in tears and his cheeks flushed deep red.
“My slut, by beautiful, mortal slut.”
“Yes, yes!” Tony gasped, his cock aching painfully as he came close to his climax, but he needed something else, something more.
Loki grabbed his hair, pulling back forcefully, and rode him harder, almost as if he read Tony’s mind. The brunet shouted as he came, his asshole clenching around the intrusion and Loki immediately toppling over, spilling his seed deep inside the mortal.
“Fuck, that was good,” Tony mumbled, struggling to breathe because of the effort, and because of Loki’s heavy weight on his back. “I’m not gonna be able to walk today.”
Loki chuckled.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said, and Tony’s protest caught in his throat as he considered the idea.
“Alright, but only because then you can fuck me again.”