[ Loki stumbles after Stark as he pulls him into the bedroom, and well, this is–they're definitely doing this. He ought to have thought this through a little more, possibly, but...well, it's just sex, and he's got a quota that he has to take care of, so there's that. The fact that it's just sex with Tony Stark is unfortunate, but coincidental, and it's not like anyone has to find out. The fact that he's this hard over just kissing is no less unfortunate. ]
Yes, I am.
[ –he manages to correct, a little hoarsely as he reaches to fumble with Stark's pants at the same time as he does his. With far more coordination than he'd thought he would have, given his present state, he manages to make quick work of them, so that he can take his cock in hand and give it an experimental stroke, his other hand fisted in his shirt so that he can pull him into another kiss, quick and rough, before he pulls back enough to speak again–his grip, momentarily, firming as his eyes flick up to meet Tony's. ]
If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you, I hope you understand.
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Yes, I am.
[ –he manages to correct, a little hoarsely as he reaches to fumble with Stark's pants at the same time as he does his. With far more coordination than he'd thought he would have, given his present state, he manages to make quick work of them, so that he can take his cock in hand and give it an experimental stroke, his other hand fisted in his shirt so that he can pull him into another kiss, quick and rough, before he pulls back enough to speak again–his grip, momentarily, firming as his eyes flick up to meet Tony's. ]
If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you, I hope you understand.