만족 / Satisfaction| Loki Laufeyson / Tony Stark (FrostIron) | NC-17 / M {Mostly Smut, Slight Romance. | 1,429 words / 7,896 characters

I've not witten in nearly four years and I'm of course rather rusty in all departments, smut included. However, I couldn't pass up the offer to write a story about my two favourite people alongside the prompt of "Loki + vibrator". Almost immediately I had an idea and alongside blasting the GazettE, writing it seemed only natural. I do apologize right off the bat for any horrible spelling errors, grammatical errors, or any forms of typos. I did go through it several times to see if I made mistakes, but I couldn't see any, so if you catch a mistake, please feel free to tell me all about it. Uhm, this is also my first Marvel based fic ever, so I apologize if it's bloody rubbish. Thank you for reading, especially if you managed to read through this note without going, "Bloody hell, get to the point mate or bugger off." — Reviews and favs are totally awesomesauce and following isn't necessary.

— sincerely, `crazy.{botch}.

It had been nearly a month and a half since Loki had been in the company of the current object of his attention, Tony Stark, and needless to say the time spent away from the other was weighing heavily on him. He could feel the tenseness in every crevice of his body, the urge to have that annoying voice filling his senses as they bantered or when the doors closed and that voice dropped an octave or two, whispers of promise and groans of encouragement. Rolling over in their bed, he shuddered slightly and released a soft breath as his mind reminded him of the last encounter he had with the mortal, the feeling of Tony's warm mouth trailing along the length of his body, keeping to the promise made of tasting and worshiping every single bit of skin possible. He was reminded of how warm Tony's mouth was wrapped around his cock, long eyelashes fluttering against tanned cheeks before that piercing gaze fixed on him. He remember the feeling of that small smirk against his cock as Tony's tongue and mouth rendered him powerless and turned him in a writhing and needy mess.

His eyes fluttered open when he felt that familiar roll of arousal roll up his body and he rolled unto his back, trailing his hands up and down the length of his own body. He imagined it was Tony's hands caressing him, soothing him until he was pliant enough to take all the pleasure that Tony could and would give him. His eyes fluttered closed again as he peeled off his shirt, tossing it inelegantly across the room and going back to running his hands along his body. He whimpered Tony's name into the air as a finger teased his sensitive nipples. Rolling the hardened nubs between his fingers, he gasped and arched. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight and he quickly divested the annoying article of clothing, leaving him clad in black boxer briefs. Blindly reaching out, he gripped the drawer and nearly ripped it from the nightstand as he opened it, grabbing a few things and depositing them on the bed. Settling comfortably on the bed again, he went back to teasing himself, lithe hands running up and down his body only to have the heel of his palm rubbing small teasing circles against his eagerly growing erection.

He gasped and writhed on the bed, whining out Tony's name and drawing out his pleasure just as the other would. He twitched and arched before finally removing the offending boxer briefs. He was still focused on the imagery in his head, his hand gripping his leaking cock and pressing his thumb against the slit, circling and spreading his pre-cum. He imagined it was Tony's hand, working and teasing him. The calloused hands feeling far more magnificent on his cock than his own hand and as he flicked his wrist just a bit, he eyes flew open in bliss. Speeding up the pace of his strokes, he found himself rocking into his fist, unable to stop the moans of his mortal's name that escaped his lips.

He could taste the fire building on the back of his tongue he, with more reluctance than he should have when it came to pleasing himself, slowed his hand until he was whining once against, desperate for that intense pleasure from a few moments ago. He forced himself to pull away from his cock, panting harshly to regain his breath as he reached for the items he had grabbed from the drawer. Gaining a normal breathing pattern, he glanced up before smiling slyly.

"Jarvis, please record this and send it to Anthony when I'm finished."
"As you wish, Mr. Laufeyson."

The sound of whirring made him break out into a wide grin before he winked at the camera, licking his lips. He turned his attention back to the items and sucked in a soft breath as he ran a long finger up and down the thick toy, his body shivering as he remembered when Tony had first given it him along with a small remote and told him that it would be a damn near perfect replacement for him if ever he could not be their to satisfy Loki's needs. He hadn't needed to use the toy before now and he suddenly realized what Tony meant. As his fingers trailed along the familiar protruding veins, he shuddered again when the realization hit him. Tony had created him a toy that was identical to the other's cock, down to the thick vein on the underside of Tony's cock that would pulse whenever his tongue was pressed flat against it as the other's orgasm ripped through him. And damnif that thought didn't go straight to his already leaking cock.

Getting on his hands and knees and closing his eyes once again, he ran his tongue along the underside of the toy, groaning immediately at how realistic it felt. He could feel how hard Tony must've been in order to create the toy and he licked his way up the length of the toy, his tongue swirling around the tip; the flat of his tongue pressing where he knew Tony's leaking slit would be. He hummed, having the taste of the other on the back of his tongue as he relaxed his throat and slowly took in more of the toy. Bobbing his head slowly, tongue swirling and slicking the toy, he reached aimlessly for the small bottle. Not ceasing his actions, he popped open the the bottle and coated his fingers generously in the cool gel.

Giving the gel some time to warm up before pressing them against his entrance, he nearly choked on the cock in his mouth as the feeling made him jump slightly. Drawing back briefly, he swallowed down the toy again, his cheeks hollowing harshly as he slid a finger into himself, gasping around the toy and spreading his knees apart. He drew away from the toy again as he began to stretch himself, the pleasure shooting up his back leaving him panting and gasping in pleasure. His tongue ran up and down the toy as he slid another finger into himself, scissoring the two fingers inside himself, stretching and preparing himself for the toy.

A curl of his fingers had him throwing his head back, his eyes flying open and pupils blown wide in bliss. He buried his face in the bed, as he worked his fingers against that spot, rocking back against the rough pace of his fingers. He groaned into the pillow and, with much reluctance, raised his head and moaned loudly. He was getting close again, just from his fingers and he again slowed his ministrations to stop to fend off the need to orgasm. Panting softly, he slide his fingers out of himself and he felt himself twitch with how empty he suddenly was.

He rose into a kneeling position, his ass pressing against the tip of the toy and making sure to face the camera before he slowly lowered himself down onto the toy. His head titled back and his lips parted as he bottomed out, pausing to give himself time to adjust to the thickness and length he hadn't experienced in nearly a month. He slowly rose before lowering himself onto the toy again, his lips parting in a loud groan. He repeated the action before setting a pace: fast and hard. His moans grew in fever and pitch as he angled himself in a way that left the toy striking his prostate with every thrust. He was babbling unintelligibly at this point, whimpers of More! and Anthony escaping his lips.

He was already so far gone that when the sensations of vibrations finally registered, his back was arched completely and a hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking himself in pace and time with the toy. Soundless moan, needy gasps, and broken pleads were what he was deduced to. He beyond strung out and with a final, simultaneous stroke and thrust, his body went completely taut and his lips parted in a soundless moan, his orgasm ripped through him, coating his hand and the sheets in his come. He rode out his orgasm until it was too much for him and he nearly toppled to the bed completely sated.

He glanced over at the camera as he slowly slid the toy out of him and raised his soiled hand to mouth, licking off the mess before grinning coyly and speaking through a wrecked voice. "Come home soon, Anthony."