[ The photo is a little blurry, and poorly lit, but it's obviously Loki–and even if he's sent it, it's obviously not Loki who's taken it, because: there Loki is, kneeling, and both of his hands are occupied. It's taken from the point of view of whomever Loki is kneeling before–the owner of the cock that Loki has in his grip, pushed up against his cheek, hard enough so that it's clear that this is the before photo.
Loki looks up at the camera, a little hazily, and it's unclear if he's inebriated or just lust-addled. Maybe both, judging by how hard Loki is, his trousers unclasped so that he can take himself in hand. It's certainly not something he would have sent to Tony Stark, of any variety, after he'd gone on so much about the whole kneeling thing in front of him, but–he's developed a little bit of a habit for things not quite working out as he intends them to. ]
[Whoa. Tony did notice Loki was around -- once he knew there was one, he was too much of a network stalker not to go trolling for him and find the other -- but for the most part he's been keeping his nose out of everyone's private affairs. And then certain private affairs just conveniently end up sent right to his phone. Tony can't pass that up.]
Okay, I'd ask who you're boyfriend is, but I'm almost afraid of the answer.
[Yes, it is an audio reply and the voice is... not quite the usual Stark, but there are tones that match up. A minute later, Tony is sending back the photo digitally remastered and improved by giving Loki a flower crown.]
Good look for you. I like the angle. You need to get better lighting, though.
[Herbert's hands are still loose at his sides, so he lifts the right one to place it a bit vaguely at Tony's waist. He wants control over some of the contact that's occurring, even if he does feel weirdly safe. With how he's been raised, the amount of time in and out of asylums, he usually has a fair amount of indifference to contact, no real reaction to people in his personal space. This is...positive, though, and he's coming by it naturally this time, rather than in some desperate drug-induced haze.]
You should--really, no need to ask, I did say.
[He doesn't make another move, just staring up at Tony.
[ There's a (long) list of people who Loki would prefer to not possess a photo of him, on his knees, sucking cock, in a bar that he can vaguely recall, at best, and guess what: Tony Stark is on that list. Even if he's fairly certain that it's not his Tony Stark, he sounds familiar enough so that this whole experience is excruciatingly, agonizingly embarrassing. He gets an audio reply back within seconds. ]
[ But something else has been delivered to his phone: the picture, except now, through some means of sorcery, Loki has a flower crown on his head. It either makes the image a little more elegant, inexplicably, or it's a mockery of Loki's ambitions for kingship–this isn't the sort of crown, or context, that he has in mind, generally. God, he's has forgotten how much he hates Tony Stark. ]
I didn't take the picture, if you'd bother to use your eyes, so evidently I didn't choose the lighting. And there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, if you must know. It's beyond mortal comprehension, and so I couldn't possibly begin to explain it to you, but rest assured, there is one.
What? No. It's mine now. I'm going to print it off and frame it.
[ Tony is not going to do anything that will help improve Loki's opinion of him, unfortunately. He likes this advantage and he's petty enough to savor it. Maybe he's not a bad guy, but he's not above taunting an enemy, even if it isn't really his enemy.
Look, he teases his friends too. Loki doesn't get a pass. ]
Of course you didn't take the picture. That doesn't mean you can't direct the lighting a little. Come on, that's important stuff if you're sharing.
I'm very excited to hear this explanation. Wow my feeble mortal mind with your divine logic. Please. Who's the beefcake?
I'll be sure to make an official note for myself later. You know, even though we don't need a tutorial on giving blowjobs, you have to admit some of them have decent ideas.
[It's subtle, but the response is very much there. Tony can feel the interest as Herbert puts a hand on his side and looks up at him, almost stuck there like he's trying to solve a puzzle. It's a look that many people would probably call awkward, but Tony thinks is attractive. He's trying to work him out. There's a glint of mischief in Tony's eyes as he leans in.]
In that case, I won't ask.
[Tony kisses him again, this time running his fingers through Herbert's hair as he strokes the back of his neck, trying to coax Herbert to grant him access to deepen the kiss.]
[Good. It's easier that he doesn't have to ask, when he's still working this out. Usually he just charges in, whether or not he understands what he's doing but...he might care about getting this right? He doesn't know, and the only way to work it out is to have it happen and decide on it later.
There's a lot of input. It makes sense that people close their eyes for this, to focus on the more important aspects. Herbert's lips part and his whole body tilts forward and up, leaning into Tony and the kiss. It's a muscle, obviously, threaded through with fibres, so it's technically not a surprise that there's strength in a kiss, but it feels like a discovery anyway.]
And put it where? No, it's not yours, it's mine, I'm the one in it–
[ To be entirely honest, he'd come up with the whole 'far beyond mortal comprehension' thing on the fly; it isn't his best work. He'd gotten drunk and sucked off a stranger off in a bar, but that's not very godly, is it? ]
He's one of my...followers. I was initiating him. The spell required that it would be in that manner. Were you to have the slightest degree of magical aptitude, that much would be obvious, but since you bow and scrape at the primitive altar of 'science', you obviously wouldn't pick on that.
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