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  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Tony_Stark, Loki/Thanos
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Tony_Stark, Thanos_(Marvel)
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      pornstar!AU, Sakaar!AU, PWP, mentions_of_past_underage, Mentions_of_past
      abuse, FrostIron_-_Freeform, Frostiron_Kinkmeme
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      Published: 2018-02-14 Updated: 2018-03-15 Chapters: 4/? Words: 10543
****** Stardom ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     For Valentine's Day and for the following Frostiron Kinkmeme prompts:
     Tony is a huge fan of pornstar power bottom Loki and decides one day
     that he has to fuck him, even if it means doing it in front of
     cameras!
     AND
     Tony is the Grandmaster that Loki has to incur favour with, Loki
     offers his talented mouth as an option and sucks Tony off in a chair,
     very, very well. (Optional: other people are present while he does
     this.)
Notes
     This is a short little story. I'm writing it for fun, not with a lot
     of seriousness in mind, so it's not beta'ed.
     As RDJ would say it: Happy Valentine's Day shippers! (Sure, he didn't
     mention Frostiron, but we are in his heart all the same, probably).
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Tony had never been one for pornography before.
He'd seen his share of it as a teenager, in the dorm rooms of prestigious
schools whose prestigious students didn't have such prestigious needs. Like
everyone else, he'd watched, because he'd been curious, and it had been the
next best thing until he could actually gather the nerve to ask someone out.
But as he grew out of his acne and the polo shirts his mother's assistants
bought for him, and as men and women both fell for him at the very first sign,
he'd hardly ever felt the need to go back to porn.
It wasn't until that one mission -a silly little thing, but one that needed him
on a stake out- that he felt... Bored. There was nothing to do, no one to
bother or to flirt with. Just him, alone in a SHIELD safehouse in the middle of
nowhere.
Well, he could only have fun with his hand for so long without mental
simulation. So he'd eventually asked JARVIS to find him something good, and his
virtual butler had, as always, exceeded his hopes.
The website was nothing like what he had seen when he was going through
college. It wasn't full of low-quality POV scenes or home-made 'step-siblings'
having sex on the couch. JARVIS had probably paid to get to the site: it looked
classy and discreet, without any advertising. And the video found...
“You do know my tastes, uh, J'?”
“I dare hope so, Mr. Stark,” JARVIS graciously agreed.
The scenario wasn't all that revolutionary. Two men, one much older, the other
a serious case of twink, played a game of home intruder. The one in charge was
a lovely bit, with sculpted muscles and grey-ish temple. He knew what he was
doing, had a very nice cock. But he could have been anyone, for all Tony cared,
because there was no way to look at anyone other than the young home-owner.
Tony was very flexible when it came to sex, pun intended. Men, women, neither
and both, toping, bottoming, switching; who cared, so long as it was good? He'd
done pretty much everything he could think of, from slow lovemaking in the dark
to BDSM threesomes. If he was to be entirely honest, he usually didn't even
know what he was planning to do until he was doing it. Surprise was half of the
fun.
But, well. Loki, if Loki was really his name, immediately made his mind go
crazy. He needed to take the old guy's place, and he needed to shove Loki
against a table and fuck him like there was no tomorrow.
That had been the beginning of his obsession, and it was all downhill from
there.
Loki Silvertongue, as he called himself, was definitely one of the big stars of
the industry, as he would learn quickly. There were about three dozens full
videos from the last six years floating around the internet, and JARVIS found
all of them. A tall, thin man with a mane of black hair, green eyes sparkling
with mischief and snakefangs piercings on his pale lips, Loki was beautiful,
and he knew it.
It didn't take long for Tony to retrace his carreer. Apparently, he'd started
on early, maybe even before he was entirely legal. The oldest video was, in
fact, homemade; in it, Loki appeared to be making out with his boyfriend,
though there was no way to know for sure if the relationship was real. There he
appeared young and almost shy, with a smile to make the world fall to its
knees. The video was eleven minutes long, in total. The few audible words in it
were Danish. Loki was shown sucking on his boyfriend's dick, then lying on his
back while getting fuck. Thanos, the boyfriend, never showed up on camera, but
his voice called Loki a smukke hore -a beautiful slut. Loki's laugh and
progressively hitched breathing seemed to imply he did agree.
That wasn't Tony's favorite. As the videos became more professional, Loki
obviously found his style. The demure smile became a showing grin as Loki went
from a lovely sub to a real sex beast.
“Come on, Mister Osborn. Is that really all you can do?”
That line was engraved in Tony's mind. It came from a twenty-seven minutes long
movie in which Loki fucked a businessman right on his desk. He was provocking,
confident, even annoying. He had pale, endless legs and the cutest of ass as he
leaned down his stomach on the furniture. Everytime, Tony hoped Mister Osborn
would have the common sense to give Loki the spanking he so obviously hoped to
get, and everytime he was disappointed.
The piercings appeared about halfway through his young carreer. His face had
lost all of its young roundness, cheekbones sharp and smike wicked. When he
appeared dressed, he dressed like a hobo out of a fashion magazine. He didn't
whine, nor did he order his partners around. He just stated what he wanted, and
what he wanted was to be owned; and it was convenient because Tony couldn't
imagine a man anywhere in the world who wouldn't want to own that pale piece of
a man.
There were hours and hours of Loki-porn. Loki giving blowjobs was a big part of
them -obviously, that was how he got the name, and it often ended the game for
Tony right away to look at his hollow cheeks and wet lips and green, teasing
eyes. When he got fucked, by one man or two men or a mistress with big toys,
Loki was either an amazing comedian, or he was a genuine slut, always needing
more and more and more until he was actually screaming. The few negative
comments complained about that, that he was being too intense. Tony was
inclined to disagree. He had never seen such genuine, raw pleasure as when
Loki, here and there, seemed to lose total control of himself under the care of
his partner.
The mission ended and Tony was back home. He let go of his videos for a while;
not for long. He slept with a gorgeous Stark Industries delivery man, and it
was nice, but not perfect. He slept with a gorgeous French scientist whom had
been a friend of his for years, and she was great and tight, but it was not
perfect.
He watched Loki getting roughly fucked by a blond brute that he called
'brother' in the back of a pick-up truck, and it was perfect.
Tony wasn't one to stay in denial for long, and he quickly came to the
conclusion: He had to get that loud, high-maintenance twink to himself.
Most people would probably have worried about their public image. Tony was
vaguely concerned with Pepper's reaction, but that was all. He was rather sure
SI's public relations department was there for that sort of things. So, without
further hesitation, he dictated a simple message to JARVIS and asked to make
sure that it made it to Loki Silvertongue. Attached was a picture of himself,
winking over his glasses. Hopefully, that would prove his identity.
Hi,
The name's Tony Stark. Yeah, the one and only. I'm a big fan of your work.
Name your price, name your place.
I'm looking forward to doing business with you.
-TS
He was actually ruffled when two days passed without a sign of life. JARVIS
said he had sent the message to the owner of the last studio where Loki had
performed, and that he had received an auto-reply warning that the artists
didn't respond to fanmail.
“That's just offensive. Keep pushing, J'.”
JARVIS did. Tony waited. He went on with his daily business, because he was not
a desperate man who couldn't do anything when thinking about sex. Heck, he was
Tony Stark. He could have a threesome and solve equations at the same time. No
big deal.
Still, he couldn't help but check his messages a couple dozen times a day. Who
was this actor to think he could just ignore his very polite and very
flattering request? Out of some sort of restrained pride, that night, even
though the frustration was big, he wanked off to some other pornstar. A lovely
girl, for a change.
It wasn't quite the same, but he decided to blame it on the poor acting.
Finally, after five days, JARVIS warned him -and right in the middle of a phone
call with Nick Fury, no less- that he had received a personalised message from
one Swedish friend. He hung up on the director, heart beating, and immediately
opened the mail. There were long lines of text, answering his short message. He
scanned them rapidly, looking for a time and place.
Dear Mr. Stark,it said, and wasn't it nice to imagine those words in his mouth?
I am flattered to know that an Avenger -you, no less!- is enjoying my humble
work. How unexpected, that the carreer I chose would lead me to do my part to
save the world. You must be a man under a lot of pressure, and it pleases me to
know that I am helping you to relax after a long day of work.
Unfortunately, while your offer is truly touching, I have no choice but to
refuse. You see, I have a public of loyal, dedicated fans. If they were to hear
that I enjoyed a date (for that is what you offer, isn't it?) with a man such
as you, without them knowing about it, then how could they not deduce that I am
betraying them? That everything that they saw was a lie? I would never want to
break their heart so.
If it is any comfort, Mr. Stark, do know that you appear to me as the most
fuckable of the Avengers, nevermind what Vanity Fair said about Captain
America.
With great regards,
Loki Silvertongue
There was an attachment. Half struck by disbelief, Tony opened it. It was a
picture of Loki, mimicking his own photo: he wore a green shirt, a pendant of a
hammer, and black sunglasses, lowered on the tip of his nose. He winked at the
camera.
He looked so good. He had taken that picture just for him.
Then the pleased thought vanished. I have no choice but to refuse. What the
fuck?
He reread the email, as shocked as he was pissed. The words hadn't changed
while he looked at Loki's pretty face. It was still a no.
And not even a 'no, you're not my style'. Or 'no, I don't sleep with fans'.
Nope. It was more ridiculous than that. A stupid restriction probably just made
to piss him off. How could he? Tony had a reputation and fans, too. Heck, half
of his fans were under twelve years old. And he acted like he would be the one
to be in trouble if it came to be known?
“JARVIS,” he said, before his rational thoughts could get on with it, “prepare
to type a reply.”
The studio was nicer than expected. Though he had feared a shady appartment
hidden in an alley behind a dumpster, AssGuard Studios apparently made more
money than he thought. They owned a the first two stories of a modern brick
building, and a discreet sign that welcomed him into a nice, well-lit hall. The
secretary was a cute punk girl with a bright red mohawk who smiled upon
noticing him.
“Mr. Stark,” she said. “You're early.”
“I wanted to get comfortable,” he said. “And I'm not used to driving myself, to
be honest. Am I expected?”
“Oh, yes. Please follow me.”
The set was nearly in place. He had read the scenario, but somehow, his brain
had skipped the description of the location, and he stared in bewilderment at
the brightly colored world around of him. It was an expensive living room from
the 80's meet a Roman-style villa. It was... Bright and luxurious and weird.
Technicians were drilling a -couch? Bed? Thing? Into the ground, while a couple
of people were chatting cheerfully. They were all dressed like cosplayers from
a space-opera show that would have been cancelled right after the pilot, and
didn't pay much mind to him.
It occurred to him for the first time to wonder what the fuck he was doing
here.
“Uh, I -didn't realise there would be so many people.”
“It was a request from Mr. Odinsson,” the secretary explained with a smile.
“He'd meant to do a public scene for a while. But don't worry, there's the
confidentiality clause, and once you go through make-up, nobody will be able to
tell. Hey, everyone? Hey, everyone -thank you- this is Mr. Stark, he's here
already. We're staying on schedule, Mr. Tytan will be here very soon, and Mr.
Odinsson should be joining us in about twenty minutes. Everyone is doing okay?”
The background actors nodded pleasantly, one raising their hand to ask if it
was serious that she had smudged her make-up, another coming forward to welcome
Tony. He nodded awkwardly. Right. Mr. Odinsson. So that was the Silvertongue's
real name. Twenty minutes. Oh, he was looking forward to that.
Chapter End Notes
     Please leave comments to tell me what you think, it's greatly
     appreciated! The next chapters are planned, but not written yet, so
     don't hesitate if you have any desires or suggestions.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Loki's costume is loosely inspired by sillyvantas' lovely art on
     tumblr. You can find the specific drawing here
     http://sillyvantas.tumblr.com/post/170317675296/
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After the initial welcome on the set by the background actors, Tony was
introduced to a pair of technicians, one young man and one forty-something
woman, who helped him get into his costume. They had the generosity of
escorting him to some semblance of privacy to do so, because fuck paradoxes,
apparently. And there he was handed the strangest outfit of his entire life -
which was saying something.
“Ah -perfect!” The man said gleefully when he stepped from behind the folding
screen. “It fits you per-fec-tly, Mr. Stark. Now remember: this is you, now,
this is the character. You have to own it.”
Tony was tempted to ask the technician if this was his first experience easing
someone into acting. He did not feel that 'perfectly' was an adequate
description of how the costume fit him. There were royal golden sandals, grey
loose pants, a blue tunic with red embroidery -and then the weirdest part: some
big sort of golden bathrobe with just the one loose sleeve. He'd always been
one for comfort over style, but this?
“I thought I was playing a dictator.”
“Yes. A space dictator. Sit down, let's do your hair.”
So he sat, with a growing unease the likes of which he had not felt since his
very beginnings in the public sphere as a young adult, back when he was trying
to find the balance between owning up to his image and not caring so much that
the tabloids could destroy his self-esteem. He felt now like he had back then,
trying to decide whether he was actually in control, or if he was just holding
on to the illusion of it as his bad decisions were about to blow up in his
face.
“Here, swallow this.”
He looked up. The older lady was handing him a glass of water paired with two
little blue pills.
“I don't need that,” he said, offended.
“The shooting can last up to three hours, my dear. You will need it.”
Well. That aside, he wasn't so sure of how he was going to get it up anyway.
He'd certainly never done this with such a strange crowd, nevermind the
technicians going around and the nervous thought of cameramen and directors
judging his performance. Heck, when he'd told Loki he would fuck him on camera,
he had pictured them on one of these big endless white bed, alone in a luminous
room.
“Well, put it down. I don't like being handed things.”
The woman didn't comment, though she squinted in a way that said she didn't
like divas. Tony grimaced as the enthusiastic boy behind him pulled at his hair
with a comb. He swallowed the pills with a somewhat dry throat, wondering what
Loki would think if he ran away.
Then, before he could enjoy that thought any longer, footsteps echoed in their
strange décor, and a beautiful voice broke the chatter of conversations:
“Hey, everyone! Oh, Fandral, this is a good look on you. He's not here yet,
Nat'? Hello, hello -Eirikur, hi! And oh, who is this? Welcome, Tony Stark.”
There was Loki, his obsession standing in the flesh in front of him. Tony's
heart leaped in his chest. His first impression was tall as fuck. The camera
somehow never did justice to the fact that Loki was a skinny giant, and as he
stood to face him, emotions fluttering, he still had to look up to see his
face. And his face, oh, and his body, ah -Tony had prepared a dozen lines to
make a good first impression himself, but he couldn't remember any single one
of them in the instant when he saw Loki right in front of him.
He was real. He'd made it out of the computer screen and was looking at him,
and Tony's weird cloak-y coat brushed his leg, so he was real, so close he
could touch him, and his eyes were looking at him, bright green eyes, with a
smile of excitation and dimples in his cheeks -he was-
“You're beautiful, you know that?"
Loki laughed out loud, not shocked, like he was used to people reacting to him
that way. Tony managed to smile, trying to remember that he wasn't a shy
virgin. Loki, already, was twirling and outstretching his arms:
“Yes, you like it?”
His voice had such a lovely accent, in real life -goodness, his voice was real.
Tony needed a moment to get past that and realise what his -his lover to be, oh
dear- was refering to. He had been dressed accordingly to match the background
and Tony's own clothing, except he didn't look ridiculous. He looked like a
sexy alien. His long black hair, usually framing his pale gothic look, had been
pulled back and tied with what ressembled a backward tiara. He was wearing a
long green sort of coat that rose high around the back of his throat,
suggesting a cage, and green -skirts? Underneath, it was all skin-tight black
fabric, clinging to endless legs and his chest rising slowly with his calm
breathing.
It took that much for Tony to realise his own body was overreacting a little.
He swallowed tightly, trying to calm his breathing, glad the loose pants hid
his erection for now -because he, too, fucked paradoxes. The pill had done its
part, but now, seeing Loki, almost feeling him, it reminded him of exactly what
he was here for. Why he had decided that this was worth everything.
“If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be doing something so crazy. You got style,
Loki Silvertongue.”
Loki smiled, almost like he wasn't used to being complimented. He sat down next
to Tony casually, while Eirikur, the hair guy, went back to trying to style
him. He hoped he didn't look as ridiculous as he felt, or Loki was going to be
nowhere near as impressed as he hoped.
“Porn sounds crazy right until you're doing it. In the end, it's really less
wild than you would think.”
“Are you saying I'll be disappointed?”
“Oh, no. I'm saying there's no reason to be scared.”
“I'm not scared."
“Of course not. You're working with a professional.”
Loki's entire posture was a bit confusing: light and sincere and teasing and
beautiful. He was smiling, his snakefangs the one thing that broke the design
of his space identity. The older lady was back and she was crouching in front
of the star, and Tony watched as Loki closed his eyes in a fully relaxed way to
let her put make-up on him: first some concealer, the kind Tony knew because it
was always used on TV, then, framing his eyes, a dramatic shade of pink that
matched with -oh, hey, Loki was wearing nail polish.
“Won't that get messy?” He asked softly as the lady painted a thick line
beneath Loki's lips.
“Hopefully,” Loki murmured without moving, accomodating the technician.
Tony was next. Apparently pleased that his hair was now on strike against
gravity, Eirikur painted his own face with electric blue paint that felt very
thick. Tony was pretty sure it didn't look anywhere as good on him as it did
Loki, but then the actor whistled.
“My, you should wear eyeliner more often, Mr. Stark.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Don't squint like that, it's not dry yet,” Eirikur grumbled.
“I'm not. I can't be the first person to suggest it, am I? You got those big
brown eyes -any more work on that and you could probably win your next fight by
making the bad guys crawl on their knees for you.”
“I'll settle for just you, to begin with."
Loki laughed, and Tony relaxed minutely, feeling he was starting to get a grasp
of his co-star's personality, and appreciating that he was not only incredibly
sexy -but fun, too. He relaxed a little more comfortably into the couch as
their assistants left them alone, noticing that cameramen had appeared and were
starting to fix the two cameras. Oh god, how long did they still have?
“I was being serious,” Loki said, startling him. “Don't be nervous. Once the
cameras are rolling, you'll forget about them. I promise.”
“I've done crazier stuff than this,” Tony said, hoping to sound casual.
“I'm sure you have,” Loki replied light-heartedly. He was also leaning back
into the cushions, smiling at him, looking like a god on earth. “So how do you
like our scenario?”
“It feels a bit... exagerated. Did it have to include a crowd?”
“We've been having a lot of requests for it. And I figured it would make it
less likely you'd be recognised.”
“Right. We don't want that.”
“Plus, I know everyone here. They're cool, you'll see.”
Tony considered replying that the background actors all being buddies of the
guy he was going to have sex with in front of them was not quite reassuring,
but before he could decide whether to point it out or not, the sound of the
door into the lobby was closing -and there was the sound of a lock being
pulled.
Like when Loki had made his entrance, everyone paused and stopped talking.
Unlike Loki, though, the man who'd walked in was not all smiles and comments.
He was a tall, muscular man with biceps the size of Tony's thighs that somehow
fitted into a tight black buttoned shirt. As he walked through, he checked in
with the cameramen, with Eirikur and his partner, with the crowd of onlookers,
and everyone was still smiling, but standing a little straighter. At last, the
man came in front of he and Loki, and for the first time, his lips pulled up to
reveal his teeth. Tony understood it was a smile a few instants later, when a
hand was outstretched his way.
“Mr. Stark,” the man said. “I wasn't sure you would actually come.”
“Well, it's not done yet.”
The smile didn't twitch, but Tony was not sure the man was amused by his joke.
“Hey, sweetie,” said Loki with his demure smile. “What do you think?”
“I think you're wearing too much clothes,” said the man, then he straightened
up. “Places, now.”
 
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Sakaar: a forgotten planet, fallen to the hands of an excentric yet merciless
tyrant, who turned it into his own private dictatorship. A world full of trash
and lost souls, desperate and trying to survive.
Tony: The Grandmaster, ruling it all. Monsters and warriors would fight for his
entertainment; enemies and would-be rebels were executed in clever, gruesome
way; and anything that was deemed pretty enough was brought over to him for his
consideration.
Loki: a lost space traveller, claiming to be a prince thrown out of his kingdom
by injustice and treason. A beautiful thing, found wandering in the wild,
trying to fend for himself and not doing a great job at it. Holding his chin
up.
Tony licked his lips. The round eyes of cameras were on him, a man was holding
a fishpole with a microphone attached to it close to him. He breathed in, and
out, and closed his eyes. Eirikur had told him to live in the role, didn't he?
“Well,” he said, making a large hand gesture. “Let me see.”
The actor who had brought Loki around helpfully pushed him forward, so the lost
prince would face not a meter away from Tony. He stood proud and calm, and went
so far as to smile at Tony.
“So you are the master of this place.”
“I'm the Grandmaster, pretty thing. I'm the master of all the places.”
“You look like a man of power,” Loki agreed readily. “Perhaps you would be
powerful enough to tell these brutes to unhand me and free me?”
He gestured with his hands, tied together with a pair of manacles painted neon
green. Tony grinned. He was being so arrogant.
“Why would I free you, tell me, uh- what is it? What do you call yourself?”
Loki gave him a wicked smile, and moved one step forward to the white couch he
was sitting on. The small crowd was staring at him, some murmuring amongst
themselves with intrigued looks on their face.
“Why, Grandmaster. My name is Loki, and where I come from, men come from all
around the planet to bow to me -ah!”
He punctuated his sentence with a little wince of pain as the guard stopped him
from coming closer to the throne by pulling on his arm. Tony, though, was
sitting on the edge of his seat, eyes blown with pleased excitation at the
novelty of it all.
“You're a daring boy -he's a boy, right? Yes. You're a daring boy, little Loki,
but you're not answering me. What do I gain if I free you, mh? Because I like
you tied up as you are.”
“Oh, Grandmaster,” Loki said, looking up from underneath his painted lashes, “I
promise you, you will get something from me that you will never have had from
anyone else.”
“Vague,” Tony criticized.
“I'm very good with my mouth, Grandmaster.”
“Good at what? Wasting my time?”
“You people do have cocks, don't you?” Loki interrupted, the loud boy, smiling.
“I'll make you a deal, Mr. Grandmaster. I'll suck you the best I can. If you
don't like it, you'll do with me as you please; but if I am right, and if it is
the best blowjob you ever received-”
“I will still do with you as I please, yes. I like your style, little prince.”
Onlookers snickered at Loki's little scoff of irritation, but he was quick to
shrug it off.
“I'm not going to be any good to you with that brute keeping me so far away.”
Tony gave that some thought, then conceded the point. He gestured, and Loki's
escort vanished, not without giving him a new shove forward. He stumbled at
Tony's feet, kneeling with the grace of one who was used to doing it. Licking
his lips, he stroked his cheek on Tony's thigh like a big cat looking for
cuddles. Tony obliged, running his fingers through Loki's long hair, finding it
soft and ever so softly curled around his hand.
“When I'm through with you,” Loki murmured, eyes shut and sighing like he was
enjoying this, “every person in this room will be ready to kill to get me for
themselves.”
“If you're that good, I'll kill them all myself,” Tony retorted, smirking.
Loki's eyes flashed open, with a savage glint of victory in them. He picked
himself up, and Tony tensed as he felt his warm breath brushing against his
stomach. Leaning forward, Loki, hands bound, pressed his nose into Tony's
belly. Casually, he trailed his lips down, wet skin connecting underneath his
bellybutton with Tony's entire nervous system for a second.
Then his teeth closed on the hem of his pants and pulled down, clumsily because
Tony was sitting, and his nose and his breath were stroking his cock and he
shuddered because this was happening, at last.
“Here, help yourself, beautiful,” he murmured, taking himself in hand.
The mix of viagra and Loki's eyes as he looked at him from way down, daring to
make fun of his order, had him fully hard by now, leaking precum and
desperation. Then the beautiful prisoner bowed, no, prostrated himself to him,
a tall form all dedicated to leaning down on him. Loki rubbed his nose and
forehead on his cock, like some strange sort of worship, then, closing his
eyes, he took him in: just his lips first, rounding on the tip and gently
wetting it; then he was pulling back, and instead gave a long lick from Tony's
fingers at the base to the top again, maddening the soft flesh underneath.
“I hope this isn't the best you can do,” Tony provoked, hoping it wasn't
obvious how short his breath was.
Loki hummed, not bothered, not looking up; all lost in his art, like Tony was
not even linked to the cock he was adoring. Again, he took him in his mouth,
and this time lowered himself on its length. His warm wet mouth moved slowly,
tongue caressing the curve of his dick. As he moved back up, he started
suckling, pulling at his skin like it was all a game.
It was slow, elaborate; Tony had seen Loki sucking a lot of dicks on video
before, he knew it was his technic, to bring slow madness to his master, his
victim, who knew? But he had never guessed it to be this way. Loki's blowjobs
were performances, and he would have admired all of it except his stomach was
on fire, balls tensing and breath hitching.
His right hand found itself tangled deep into Loki's hair, close to his scalp,
and he squeezed hard enough to get a delightful whimper of pain out of his
lover. Excitation slowly losing the battle to the sheer need for more, he
shoved himself closer to the edge of the seat, spreading his legs and pulling
at a fistful of Loki's hair, hard, to shove his face between them.
Loki gave a whimper of pain that made him want to hurt him more, but he seemed
to get the hint. He started moving his lips up and down Tony's entire length,
taking him further in. An annoying camera got in the way, wanting to film
Loki's eyes blown wide and his lips stretched hard, and Tony had all the
trouble in the world not shoving it away, eager for the sight himself.
“Come on, baby,” Tony said, voice hard with desire. “You can do better than
that.”
Loki could, and he did. Heavy tears rounded in the corners of his eyes, but he
did, and Tony cursed and found his second hand in his hair, holding on to the
base of his skull and pulling him closer to fuck his mouth desperately. Loki
shuddered and gagged, he pulled out quickly, but then he was back on him,
sucking, swallowing him tight, his chin wet with saliva and paint and his eyes
shut tight.
“That's it,” Tony said, panting hard himself, now. “That's it. Loki, yes, yes,
fuck... Fuck!”
He groaned it the last time, feeling an impulse like an electrical shock in his
belly, grasping at Loki's head desperatly to come into his precious throat,
shuddering at his strangled noises. He pulled out with a deep moan of pleasure,
just in time to splash Loki's open lips with white semen. With one hand, he
stroked hard at himself, drawing out the long, precious seconds of his orgasm,
holding Loki still with the other, marking his face, because he had never seen
the interest in that before, not once in his life, but now, just now, he wanted
Loki covered in him, and Loki was holding out his tongue...
“Tell me how much you liked it,” Loki rasped, the slut, eager to hear about
himself.
“Fuck you,” Tony cursed him, holding back a moan as the pleasure faded already,
perfection meant only for an instant, and -“fuck you”, he repeated, and pulled
Loki closer and closing his lips hard on his, tasting himself, tasting Loki's
sweat on his cupid's bow, tasting the nerve and the electricity and feeling
himself being driven crazy all over again, needing to shove Loki right on the
couch and to fuck him like there were no freaking tomorrow, needing to feel his
hard delicate body writhing underneath his and his hands squeezing his flesh...
“Hey, hey, I said cut!” Interrupted a voice. “This is it, that's done!”
Loki was the first to pull away; but Tony felt he didn't want to. He felt
himself smiling, grinning with the certainty that Loki wanted him as bad as the
other way around, that Loki wanted nothing else than to get out of the stupid
disguise and fuck him-
Oh yeah. There were... People around. And the director. Who looked pretty grim,
considering the scene they had just shot. Hadn't they done good?
“I think there's potential for more,” Loki remarked, and Tony's heart leaped.
“I think I'm in charge here,” the director said, throwing Loki a wet towel for
him to wash his face, then turning to Tony. He looked like he wanted to say
something, then refrained, then considered, then finally: “But I guess, if
you're up to it.”
“I am,” Tony said, mouth dry, dick out, head light.
The man frowned, almost like he was angry at the agreement. Then he shrugged
impatiently.
“Everyone takes a break. Fandral, tell me what shots we missed. And Loki...”
As the people started moving again, as Tony caught up with his breath, Loki did
look up, face pink from the smeared make-up and the recent choking. The
director, without warning, shoved a hand into Loki's hair, emulating Tony's own
gesture and bringing him close enough for a hard kiss. Tony watched, feeling
dizzy and confused. He realised for the first time the director was even taller
than Loki.
“Good job,” the director said when he let go of Loki, running a hand over his
mouth to remove any make-up that could have gotten on him. “Min smukke hore.”
“Love you too, Thanos,” Loki breathed out, waiting for his lover, boyfriend,
director? To walk away before he fell back onto the couch, grabbed a bottle of
water hidden from view and closed his eyes into a sigh.
 
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
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     about the scenario and the angst.
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Well, Tony had never been one for Viagra before, either. But like porn, it
turned out that maybe he had been missing out.
He had never felt the need to boost himself, previously. Give him a pretty man
or a dominant lady, and he could usually do his thing without any additional
stimulation. But the very idea of getting two orgasms in a row, both with the
pretty thing that was Loki Laufeyson, was an enticing one.
Mostly, anyway. Since Thanos had departed, there had been an uneasy feeling in
his chest. He knew there was something wrong about this whole scene, about
everything around him. But what was he to say, or do?
As soon as the director had left, announcing that everyone was to take a break
before 'Scene 2', the studio had started bursting with life again. Technicians
rushed around to fix the background, cameramen looked at their results. The
make-up boy was back, brushing Loki's hair back ever so slightly and waving a
fan at his face. An unknown woman was at Tony's side, handing him wet towels to
clean himself with. Nobody gave any indication of what they had thought of the
scene. It was like Loki's throat hadn't been wrapped around his dick two
minutes earlier, and Tony found himself glancing at his partner to check the
drying semen on his face to make sure it was all real before Loki wiped it off.
The need that had coursed through his nerves and blood after the blowjob had
subsided, but he still shivered from the memory of it: that kiss of desire and
electricity, the desperate need for more. It had been a shared moment, he had
known from Loki's breath and his hands. How desperate he had been to turn him
over and shove himself in his tight flesh, to cover his body with his and own
him; but how desperate Loki had been to get more, to open his legs and take
him...
Except, had he, really?
“So, are you an amazing actor, or do you really enjoy giving head?” He asked.
It didn't come out as casually as he had hoped.
Loki looked up, like he was wondering if the question was really for him. There
was something so absurd about him then: beautiful pink lips, hair debauched, a
nameless man patting his forehead with a towel. A cherished, precious
cocksucker. He wondered how many men had had the chance to see him like this,
after the camera had stopped rolling. Then he decided he didn't want to know,
and almost regretted his question. Except Loki smiled at him, a content grin of
victory.
“I aman amazing actor,” he said. “But I also very much enjoy my job, yes. Thank
you so much, Victor, I'll be fine.” That last bit was for the technician, who
dutifully walked away. Then, lightly: “You have a very nice cock, if that was
your question.”
“Ten years a superhero, and I'm finally validated.”
Loki burst out laughing, a surprised and pleasant laugh. Tony stared at him,
unable to help himself, amazed by the duality of the sex professionnal and the
beautiful kid.
“I mean it,” Loki said fondly. “It was very nice. I was worried when we agreed
to your offer that you'd be one of those rich perverts who think they're good
at sex because everyone tries to flatter them. I'm glad Thanos insisted.”
“It sounds like you're talking from experience,” Tony remarked, trying to
decide what he thought of the fact that Loki had not wanted him -and that he
was here because of his grumpy, huge boyfriend. Slash director.
“Two words: Justin Hammer.”
“Please tell me you're joking.”
“Am not. That was back when I considered being a high-end prostitute. Want to
hear something worse?”
“I really don't.”
“Leopard speedo.”
“Oh, Christ! Ugh. Now I want to put him in jail again.”
Again, Loki was laughing, so carefree and light that Tony almost didn't feel
like puking. Almost. Those were things he had never wanted to know, and would
have to bleach from his brain one way or another. But it was also Loki chatting
with him like a friend, telling him stories that, although horrifying, were
parts of him. Proving quietly that, no, he was not seeing  him  like a rich
pervert.
“I'm gonna grab a drink in the next room,” Loki said, standing up and smiling.
“You coming?”
“Do we have the time before Thanos is back?”
“Probably."
In the next room was only a buffet table, a bunch of chairs, and spare
materials: plastic boxes piled in a corner, labeled with  wigs  or  lubes .
There was a small fridge filled with non-alcohol drinks -which was fine by
Tony, who had done enough nonsense today without breaking his resolve-, and on
the table were a coffee machine and a selection of snacks.
“Ah,” Loki sighed, sinking into a chair with a bottle of sweet iced tea and a
tiny bag of pretzels. “I just hate the taste of sperm.”
“Ah. Sorry?”
“No, no. I get it. It's hot. I love being made to swallow. And I look good
doing it, don't I? But -yuk. At least, the artificial one is nice. Tastes like
powdered sugar.”
“You drink artificial sperm?”
“Just for the occasionnal re-take. Looking up at the camera for the point of
view, for example. There are always additional takes to make before the final
edit.”
“I'd say you're ruining the magic, but considering that blowjob, I'll just shut
up.”
“Ah!” Loki chuckled, looking very pleased. “I do hope you have some strenght
left for act two.”
“I should manage,” Tony confirmed. He stopped his choice on a box of salted
almonds and sat down to open his juice box, looking at Loki in unmasked
curiosity. “So this is your life, uh?” He asked, after a few moments. “You can
really live from doing... this?”
“Yes,” Loki said, with no hesitation, nor shame, nor visible interest. “If
you're good at it.”
“And humble.”
“And humble.”
“Doesn't it get... Don't you get tired of it?”
“Occasionally. Do you get tired from saving the world?”
“I don't exactly have the time to get tired,” Tony replied, scratching at his
beard a bit awkwardly. “Um, I just mean-”
“Yes, Tony Stark. I am an adult and I am consenting,” Loki cut him off, rolling
his eyes, before his lips pulled up in a smirk. “I enjoy having sex, I have a
nice ass, and I am shaming my parents. And I am fine with those things.
Alright?”
Tony opened his mouth to reply, then shut it up, embarrassed. He had known, of
course -they'd made  him  sign a form to prove that he was doing this by his
own choice, and there had even been a smaller form hidden in it, allowing him
to alert the agency that he was being forced to sign. Obviously, the studio
wasn't shady. And even more obviously, Loki was not the type of man to let
himself be forced into things he didn't want to do.
Also, there was something to hearing Loki giving his full name.
“I see a lot of fucked up things, when saving the world,” he argued after a
pause. “I just wanted to be sure that you weren't in need of any saving, before
we get back in there.”
Loki's defensive stance held for a moment longer, and then his smile became
less stiff and more amused. He lowered his eyes to his tea.
“That's... A very nice sentiment. And I would enjoy watching you explain to
Miss Pepper Potts why you suddenly have a live-in pornstar.”
“Did your research, uh?”
“Well, I had a feeling you had done yours,” Loki retorted easily, smiling.
“Pepper caught me doing worse things. But I guess -I'm just happy you weren't
faking out there,” he admitted.
“It's not always a gratifying job. Some men seem to think that admitting to
liking sex is agreeing to being a toy. And I get pissed when people look at me
like I'm a sin on two legs. I know I am. I don't need anyone to tell me, like
it's a bad thing. But mostly -I love what I do.” He looked up, and the serious
tone he had affected for those last sentences melted into lighter words: “And I
do plan to have more fun with you before I allow you to leave this studio.”
Tony smiled; grateful for Loki's reassurances, pleased with his confidence.
“Well, I'd be offended if you didn't. Plus, your fans deserve the best.”
“Mmh. The great Loki Silvertongue and the amazing Tony Stark. That is a sight
worth a million dollars, and all available for the low cost of 16$ a month.”
“That's all?”
“Did you or did you not visit my website?"
“Yes. I didn't notice the cost.”
“Of course you didn't,” Loki said with a laugh. “Well, not all men who need a
good show can afford me, Mr. Stark. I have to give them a chance.”
“So generous. Say, do I get to make requests?”
“Ah, that'll have to be negociated with the director.”
“Your boyfriend.”
“Himself. What did you have in mind exactly?”
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Back on the set, and Thanos had been waiting for them. He said so,
specifically. And glared at Tony.
“I'm sorry, darling,” Loki said. “We were just chatting.”
“That's not exactly what you're here for, is it?” Thanos asked. It was hard to
know if he was answering his boyfriend or talking to Tony, staring at him while
squeezing an arm around Loki.
One thing was for sure at this point: Thanos didn't like Tony, and the feeling
was about mutual. He just couldn't get it. Why would a man accept -even insist,
according to Loki- that his boyfriend sleep with other men, on film,
nonetheless, and then being angry at those same men for doing that exactly? It
might have been pure jealousy talking, the irritation of knowing that this man
shared Loki's bed other night, but there was just something off about him. His
smile was as disconcerting as his bad mood was annoying.
Beside, there was something else in the way the couple was standing. Loki was a
power bottom -a very lovely one at that. He was bratty and proud and charming.
He was tall and beautiful and he knew it. It felt wrong that he would hang at
the arm of a man even taller than him, looking up to him, being pleasant and
kissing him and calling him  darling . Maybe it was just their dynamic. Maybe
Loki enjoyed domestic life and syrupy pet names, out of the line of the camera.
But then, didn't it mean that he wasn't really enjoying his time with Tony,
even though he clearly did?
He'd spent the last forty years of his life working hard on avoiding drama, and
here he was. Fucking a pornstar, and getting tangled in his confused feelings.
That was just his luck.
“Well, it's not like we talked of the weather, either,” Loki said pleasantly.
“I had a pretty great idea and I wanted to ask Tony what he thought.”
“What sort of idea?”
“Well, we were thinking that, as far as dictators go, the Grand Master would
probably want to make sure that Loki at least remotely depends of him.”
“So?” Thanos insisted, clearly not appreciating to its fair value Tony's
insight into the mind of his character. Dick.
“Don't be like that, sweetheart,” Loki smiled. “I know how you like to hear me
beg. Come on, let's do it.”
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Scene number two: Sakaar, the follow-up.
There was some discussion about keeping the crowd of onlookers or not. Tony had
wondered about the way things were decided on the set. Apparently, it all came
down to Thanos deciding. He chose to believe that the bastard knew Loki's
tastes, because Loki didn't protest one bit. But he still felt like the star
should have voiced his concern himself.
“People asked for a public scene, we're giving them a public scene. Only Stark
gets to fuck you, but Lucy's going to slap your ass and I at least want Fandral
to get some mouth action. Have Stark share you like he's casual about it.”
Stark was glad he was being asked for his opinion, Stark almost said out loud.
Then he decided it was best not to spoil the mood.
He was made to sit back on the couch -someone had cleaned it up from any trace
of sweat, make-up, or come. The wonderous little blue pills had him getting
back in with no effort, stroking himself to full hardness with a small shudder
as he watched Loki stripping entirely, a technician making sure to tussle up
his hair to perfection.
“Okay, Iron Man,” Thanos said as everyone prepared for the new shots. He came
to him while Loki was getting his make-up done again. “Just stick it in, make
him scream, and don't get excited. Understood?”
“How exactly did you decide this carreer was meant for you?”
“Look, I don't care who you are,” Thanos said impatiently. “We're doing the
scene, just like you asked. We didn't discuss full anal in the price. Don't
push your luck.”
“We didn't -what?” Tony asked, but the director was moving already, giving him
one last annoyed look and leaving him to sit in general confusion. Wait -what
price?
 
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There wasn't time to ask questions around, and Tony didn't even have his phone
with him to get JARVIS to figure things out for him. He almost demanded a time
out until he could get the new facts to make sense, but Loki was coming up to
him, perfect and painted with fake come and beautiful. He swallowed up his
questions, still bothered. He stared at Loki, both trying to figure him out and
amazed by the relaxed figure.
“You're very confident, you know that?” He heard himself say.
“I'm told I have every right to be,” Loki replied pleasantly. “Are you
alright?”
“Sure, why? Is there something I should be tense about?”
He answered a little too quickly and a little too drily, almost challenging
Loki. Was this all a lie? What was going on? What was he missing? Loki frowned
and immediately he regretted his harsh tone.
“Sorry. It's -”
“No, I get it,” Loki said, and the hurt look was gone from his face, just like
that, like it didn't happen. “It's okay. I understand.”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” Loki said. “Everyone's nervous when it comes to the big action. But I
know you'll do great.”
“Everyone, places!” Thanos called out.
“Did you want to change anything? Another position?” Loki insisted, as everyone
quickly moved around them.
Tony stared at him, confused and yearning for that soft look on his pretty
face, but for all his reassurance, Loki's body was tense with urgency. The
director was staring at them both impatiently. Tony shook his head, and Loki
moved on to take his place.
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Sakaar, the big action.
The Grandmaster sat on the couch, sipping on a glass of water. A nameless actor
fanned him as he pretended he was still catching up on his breath. His dick
stood from his robes, still very hard.
Loki, the exiled prince, knelt on the floor. The neon green handcuffs had been
removed only a few seconds ago by another background alien; he still knelt at
his thin wrists, circled with red where the metal had rubbed at his skin.
“Well, Grandmaster,” he asked, arrogant. “Did I prove myself?”
“That was very, very nice,” Tony agreed. “Is there more where it came from?”
“Well,” Loki smiled thinly, slowly standing back up. “Perhaps we can come to an
arrangement, now.”
“I'm all ears.”
The cameras slowly turned around them, moving back as Loki grinned and
confidently walked to Tony. The dictator shuddered pleasantly while the prince
pressed his hands on his shoulders, then sat up on his thighs. His cock
twitched with arousal as Loki brushed his hand through Tony's hair.
“I want gold and I want power,” he whispered pleasantly. “Give me your finest
clothes, your best food. Give everyone in this room the order to obey me.”
“And?”
“And I'll be your slave.”
“Ah.Say it again,” Tony ordered. His voice trembled a little. Loki's green eyes
were fixed in his, so vibrant and playful. Speaking to him.
“Give me everything I want.”
“Not that.”
“Give me everything I demand...”
“Loki...”
“And I will be yours,” Loki relented, smirking down at him, knees on either
side of his thighs and his ass on him and driving him crazy. His hand was
brushing Tony's cheek. “I will be your thing. I will do everything you ask of
me. How does that sound to you, Grandmaster?”
“Take off your pants,” Tony ordered. “And get on my dick.”
Loki laughed, a charming laugh. He didn't notice Tony gesturing toward one of
the alien servants behind his back.
“Now, now. First, let's talk about what you can do for m- ah -what is this?!”
His hands were pulled behind his back by the woman who had approached
discreetly, and before he had a chance to fight her back, the handcuffs were
back, effectively rendering him powerless. Tony still sighed a little, missing
the caress of his hands already.
“If you're going to be my slave, you'll have to be more obedient, sweetheart”,
he remarked lightly.
“I do not like the way you negociate, grandmaster,” Loki said in an angry,
breathless gasp.
“Agathe?” Tony simply called.
The servant woman smiled pleasantly, then took out of her pocket a neon green
ball gag -the accessory department was clearly committed to the imagery. She
pulled it out in front of Loki's face, but the prince growled and pulled back.
“I will not allow this,” he started to protest, but a man was already behind
him and held his head still, strong fingers digging into his delicate cheeks.
“Grandmaster-!” He started to shout out, but Agathe took advantage of it to
shove the ball between his teeth. The leather tie clicked into place behind his
skull, and he was reduced to a furious growl.
“Nice,” Tony commented.
Loki squinted his eyes at him in a look of rage, looking all the more delicious
like this, left vulnerable and with his mouth forced open. Responding to a
sudden impulse, Tony straightened up and licked his stretched lips, sliding his
tongue between them and the gag. Loki whimpered. Tony was feeling out of breath
and delighted.
“Up”, he ordered, and when Loki didn't move, he repeated: “Up, slave. I'm not
yet sure about keeping you around.”
Loki finally knelt up on the couch, reluctantly. His costume was pretty
complex, with straps and a belt and pangs of clothes, but Tony had had the
entire thing explained to him by the costume designer, and it was a lot easier
than it looked. He tore through the belt effortlessly, and with it went the
entire lower part of the coat-thing. Loki squirmed, but Tony didn't give him
time to change his mind before he pulled his pants down.
He smiled, thinking of all the times he had been watching such a scene from
behind his computer screen, frustrated and aroused. Now Loki was there: pale
cold skin that smelled of fruit shower gel, red hard dick curving against his
soft stomach, trembling thighs just there for him to touch, to strike-
“Nh!” Loki complained around his gag, shuddering.
“Such a beautiful specimen,” Tony said, stroking the skin he had just slapped,
marvelling at seeing it reddening already. “You know, I think I really do want
to keep you forever. What about you, mmh, little prince?”
As he spoke, he started running his fingers up and down Loki's length, not that
he needed the stimulation. The actor closed his eyes, but his hips bucked into
Tony's hand as he fisted his cock harder, marvelling at his pretty face.
“I think he likes it, Grandmaster,” Agathe supplied.
“Of course he does, why wouldn't he, mmh?” Tony murmured, smiling. He let go of
Loki's cock, pleased to see him push his cock into the air in frustration.
“Sit, sweetheart. I won't tell you again.”
Loki's eyes flashed with irritation, but he didn't need long to obey. Tony held
his breath as the actor, kneeling on either side of his legs, sank down onto
him, his tight asshole stretching to accommodate him. He could feel the wetness
of lube, Loki had prepared for this, but it was still an almost painful fit.
How was that possible? He knew from sight that Loki had fucked dozens of men.
It shouldn't be fair for him to feel like a virgin.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured. “You're amazing. Now move.”
As he spoke, a woman, Lucy, with bright red make-up and a white wig, came to
sit next to them on the couch. When Loki was too slow to obey, Lucy leaned
forward to slap his ass-cheek -hard. The noise echoed on the entire set, and
Loki shuddered in pain.
“The Grandmaster told you to move,” she said pleasantly.
Loki obeyed, eyes shut, jaws kept apart by the gag now wet with saliva. He
started moving up, then back down, sheating Tony's erection deep into his tight
body, then up again, the pressure moving with him, squeezing at the head then
warming his full length again, and taking a slow, delightful rhythm.
Tony's hands naturally went at his hips, holding tight and guiding his
movements for fear he would slow down. For all Loki had been a priceless
cocksucker, there was no way he could have been as good as his ass was, and the
movement of his body, the heat of his pale skin and the staggering breath in
his chest. He was real, he was here, and Tony was enjoying him like he knew he
would never enjoy something, someone, ever again.
“Faster, darling,” he demanded, panting. “And look at me. Look me in the eyes.
I want to see how you like this.”
Loki obeyed, impossibly beautiful, with nothing but his dirty face to make him
real. He started moving faster, his cock bouncing as he fucked himself on Tony,
panting around his gag, eyes feverish. Lucy was spreading his asscheeks for the
camera, and what a sight it must have been, he thought dizzily, to watch
himself forcing that delightful little ring again and again...
As Loki obeyed him, the small crowd of onlookers was coming closer. Two or
three men were pulling out their cock and stroking themselves at the sight,
while the women cooed or whistled at the prince's movements or at his small
moans when the effort to move up and down became too much.
“He's a beautiful piece, Grandmaster, you pick them well.”
“Aw, is the wittle pwince getting tired already?”
“By the stars, you don't see a lovely ass like that in every galaxy.”
It was hard to care about anyone else when he had Loki looking down at him
between his painted lashes, a trail of saliva on his chin from the strain of
the gag. But as his pleasure was growing with every additionnal moment of Loki
on him and he felt himself getting a bit too close to the end, he caught him by
the hair to pull his face down to him. The kiss was a messy, sloppy affair that
had their public cheering. Loki's body was a trembling mess on top of his,
exhaustion and desire clearly taking their toll on him.
“Lucy, get the fuck away,” he ordered.
The woman moved immediately; Tony didn't wait longer than that to push hard at
Loki's chest, debalancing him. With his arms tied behind his back, the prince
could only fall on his back on the couch where Tony shoved him. Before he could
recover his balance, Tony was flipping him on his stomach -once more amazed at
how weightless and manipulable his body was, like that of a perfect doll. His
cuffed hands were outstretched behind his back, fingers twisting in impatience
and frustration.
Tony didn't leave him waiting. He was immediately back on him, pulling his legs
apart and driving himself home. He might have felt nervous, yes, at the idea
that everyone would be watching him fuck Loki, but now it was all gone, the
desire an impatient flame in his stomach as he forced himself into his tight
ass. The strenght of the push had Loki's face shoved into the armrest, moaning
something that could have been a protest, or maybe not. Between his legs, Tony
could see his cock a shade of furious red, rubbing against the rough fabric of
the couch.
He fucked into him once, twice, then cursed at the unpractical position. He
pulled Loki up under his stomach, forcing him on his knees, holding to his
cuffed hands for balance. Much better, he decided, groaning as the new angle
allowed him to go even deeper in Loki's ass. Loki's long hair were trickling
down his pale back with the shudders of his used body, little whimper breaking
past the gag with each hit.
Agathe was back, the woman who had gagged Loki, and she was kneeling in front
of him. Tony felt a pang of jealousy as he saw he wrapping her mouth on Loki's
dick like she was hungry for it; he almost barked at her to move back, but he
remembered he was supposed to share his prize carelessly. Then, climbing on the
couch was Fandral, the blond man Thanos had pointed at earlier. He was a
muscular figure with an insolent sort of beauty, looking a little like an old-
timey romance hero. The image of it was a little ruined when Fandral grabbed at
Loki's hair to better pat his cheek with his hard cock. Loki growled.
“Come on, darling,” Tony ordered, out of breath already. “Be nice.”
He unclicked the gag, which fell immediately on the couch. Loki cursed, but
Fandral's cock was quickly shoved past his lips, silencing him.
“Good boy,” Tony murmured. “You're a good slave. You're perfect.”
And he did think it; jealous or not, there was something undescribable about
the scene, Loki's gagging sound as Fandral fucked his mouth, his shudders and
tremblings while Lucy sucked him, and the way his hips pushed back into Tony's,
seeking his cock. The smell of sex, the sounds of sex, the warmth of skin on
skin on skin and the perfection of owning this role and doing those forbidden
things -of owning Loki and fucking him hard.
He cursed as he felt himself getting close; again, so fast, so desperately. It
had been minutes, fifteen, twenty, too little. He didn't want this to be over,
didn't want to leave Loki. He pulled hard at his bounds, reached over to kiss
his cheek, kiss his mouth, kiss Fandral's dick, he didn't care, it was Loki,
Loki's lips and his tongue and his broken breaths and desire, and his nails dug
into his wrists as he pounded into him like he wanted to become him...
His orgasm came too fast, no matter how long he held. He fucked Loki through
it, milking his semen deep into his tight ass, long as he could, before pulling
out. He ordered Agathe away; Fandral was jerking off to Loki's face, as were
two other strangers. Loki swayed on his knees, debauched and beautiful, cock
still desperately hard. He looked at him almost dizzily as Tony stepped down
from the couch to look at him in the eyes. Then his fingers were on his cock
again, slicking him up with saliva and precum. Loki shivered and gritted his
teeth, then arched his back into the touch, moaning hard.
“Yes... Ah...”
“Ask for it, Loki.”
“Nh...”
“Loki,” Tony ordered, voice rough and breathless. “Beg me.”
“Grandmaster...”
“Beg,” he ordered again, but it was a fight of will he was losing already as he
stroked Loki's dick, almost as eager as he was to see him break.
“Ah,” Loki gasped again, and then he cried out, louder, and louder- “Nh- ah,
AH, AH! Grandmaster, yes, YES! YES!”
He came with a long, almost pained moan. Breathless, Tony fed him his dirty
fingers, and Loki sucked on them with a smile that was tired, but that was too
victorious for his role. Dizzy on his feet, Tony allowed the camera closer, to
look at the mess of a pale man, hair messy, tied up, debauched, so proud of it.
“I'm keeping you,” he said quietly, though it wasn't in the script, and Loki
grinned.
“And CUT!”
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