[ Loki makes a face at precious, but it's in between kissing Tony, and therefore fleeting. Either way, Stark makes up for it by pulling him in close and arching up against him as much as he makes up for it with the flattery–which is probably mockery, but Loki decides to take it in earnest, as that's the more flattering option. ]
If only you were there to impart your creative vision.
[ Loki's voice catches as Tony rocks his hips up against him, his hands–briefly–going clumsy. He releases him then, his hand sliding up to his chest so that he can steer him, until the backs of Tony's knees hit the bed. ]
Down.
[ –he says, condescendingly, as though Tony were some sort of pet. Either Tony obeys or Loki helps him obey, pushing him to sit on the bed so that he can straddle his lap, that hand on his chest sliding up further so that he can grip his jaw a little more tightly than is strictly comfortable, and lean in to kiss him again. ]
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If only you were there to impart your creative vision.
[ Loki's voice catches as Tony rocks his hips up against him, his hands–briefly–going clumsy. He releases him then, his hand sliding up to his chest so that he can steer him, until the backs of Tony's knees hit the bed. ]
Down.
[ –he says, condescendingly, as though Tony were some sort of pet. Either Tony obeys or Loki helps him obey, pushing him to sit on the bed so that he can straddle his lap, that hand on his chest sliding up further so that he can grip his jaw a little more tightly than is strictly comfortable, and lean in to kiss him again. ]