Vignette Volunteer (800 - 1500) Prize

 “...”

“Tony darling I'd appreciate it if you could at least say something. The blank look on your face is adorable but slightly off putting.” 

“...” Tony opened his mouth, then shook his head and closed it again, placing his hands in front of his lips in the prayer position.   
 
“Alright. Am I to take this as a lack of enthusiasm and therefor a lack of consent?”

“...not...quite.” Tony jumped down off the bed, looking at the object in question as he tilted his head to one side. “You know when you're a kid and your dad takes you to the circus and you wanna get the giant wad of cotton candy thats bigger than your head? But you're dad says no cause you'll get sick but your mom buys it anyway and you eat the whole thing and vomit blue sugar like an hour later?”

“If you replace circus with festival and cotton candy with sugared cashews than surprisingly enough, yes I know exactly what you mean.”
 
“That is exactly the flash back I'm having right now.”

“You think this dildo is going to make you vomit?”

“No but I do think a belly ache will be involved.” Tony put his heads behind his neck, cracking his knuckles, trying to decide.   
 
“To be entirely fair, you did select this with me from the website.” Loki caressed the bulbous tip, admiring how the head came with a pronounced flare to it and little nodules under the slit. 

“I know.”

“And when I attempted to say that we should perhaps stick to the small, you allowed your masculine pride to take hold and demanded we get the extra large despite all the photos I showed you.” Loki didn't look the least bit sorry. If anything, he seemed to be five times as thrilled by the prospect of watching Tony take the entirety of this monster up his ass. 

“I know.” Tony groaned and shook his head. “I just do not see how it's going to be physically possible to get half this thing inside! Much less the whole...” He gestured to the full length. “Loki baby I don't know if I can.”

“How about this.” The god slid up behind him, nuzzling his hair and rocking back and forth seductively. “We have a bit of fun. Just playing around for a while. If we get to the toy, we get to the toy. If not, than we try again another day. No goals. No promises. Just...” he lapped his tongue up from the shoulder to Tony's ear, knowing it was one of his weak spots. “...us.”

“...you're gonna make me do it, aren't you?”

“Possibly. But not without your enthusiastic and unfaltering consent to do so.” Loki promised, pushing his fingers down against the waistband of Tony's boxers. “Come to bed. Come to me. You know I will draw it out. You'll cum so hard by the end you won't be capable of moving.” That honestly sounded like the perfect way to spend the evening. He leaned back and let Loki pull his boxers off, lying him back onto the bed with that green eyed look of hungry lust. “You could talk me into anything you know that?”

“I shall take that as flattery of the highest order.” He coiled about the man like a snake, their bodies entwined. Loki grazed his teeth over Tony's nipples, catching them and bringing himself to nip encouragingly at them. 

Tony's low hum echoed, his hips grinding forward, letting the god do as he wished. Really and truthfully he was happy to give himself over to Loki in these moments. He always made it worth it. Anything he demanded he returned ten fold. Tony rolled himself up into his lovers touch. He whispered Loki's name, letting it dangle off the tip of his tongue, relishing it like a fervid prayer. Tony raised his leg as those lips worked their way down and met with the thick brush of dark hair. 

“I adore this pretty cock.” Loki sighed contentedly. “It never looks like much to begin with...”

“Hey!”

“...but give it a little encouragement.” Loki buried his face in the pelvis and nudged at the prick, looking a bit like a puppy with it's favorite toy. He watched with sincere delight as it began to twitch it's way towards a steady erection, Loki's tongue flicking it up and down to ensure the fulfillment. “And low and behold! What a magnificent tower I have to ride.”
Tony snorted, shaking his head. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?"

“May something so stupid sound so charming?”

“Centuries of practice. Now, hush...” He brushed his fingers along Tony's backside, wriggling one up against the tense pucker before letting a generous amount of lubrication spill from the tips. “I have diligent work to do.” 

“I knew it. You're determined to leave me gaping tomorrow.”

“If it can indeed be done, than it shall be done by me.” 

Tony started to answer back, but his voice caught in his throat as the first squeezing inside began, allowing for a lovely pulling sensation along his inner walls. He cooed out, flopping an arm over his forehead, shuddering up into it. “Ouh fuck, Loki.” He laughed loosely, enjoying the stretch as another finger worked up into him. “Okay. Okay you gotta give me a promise first.”

“Name it and it shall be yours, darling Anthony.”

“You gotta fuck me first.” He eyed the god with a smug grin.

“If I fuck you, you will cum. That will make it harder to cum once I start working the toy in.” He observed.

“Yeah, but it'll help me relax. And if I can relax a bit first, I'll have more fun and you'll likely work that fucking giant dong inside more” Tony added as an incentive. He hitched up his leg, showing off the pink ring as Loki began to work his fingers apart. “I know you want that.”

“Indeed. It would give me great pleasure to see you sink down onto such a magnificent specimen of human ingenuity.” 

“You...OUH fuck yeah right...right like that! Uhmmph.” Tony sunk into the sensation before he gave himself a moment to reorder his words. “Uh...you shapeshift...right?”

“Indeed.” Loki sounded so patient for a man who had a third finger working it's way in and out of Tony's asshole.

“Why do-don't you just...you know. Shapeshift your own dick that big and go for it?”

“The fact that you are coherent enough to ask such a question means that I am clearly not working you open well enough.” Loki sounded a touch irate and crooked his fingers, scratching along Tony's prostate with deadly accuracy. The noise he got in return for his efforts was positively splendid. And he did it again from sheer pique.

“HAHHAAAAA! Hoookay! Ok! Just curious!” Tony defended, bottom lip all a quiver from this. He grit his teeth, lips pulling back as he sunk down into it and sighed when Loki relented. “Mean. I was just curious.”

Loki offered him a beleaguered sigh. “I swear, dating a genius is all fun and games until you can't get them to focus.” He shoved his fingers up and Tony's expression pitched into enough pleasure to delight him. “If you truly wish to know, holding ones shape and form is difficult enough when it is only an illusion. Trying to hold a physical shape while fucking someone enthusiastically is extremely exhausting. I may offer it to you some time, but tonight I want to see how you look speared on a silicone prick while you suck me off desperately.”

~Ah! So that's his plan!~ Tony shook his head when the pinkie tucked in and drew him open. His toes curled when Loki decided now was the perfect time to start twisting his wrist to work the palm in past the knuckles. Loki had fisted him before and with great success. Course it had been so mind-blowing that Tony's recollection was a little fuzzy. Still, if the noises he'd made on the surveillance footage were any indication, it had been one hell of a great time! 

“Yes. Darling Tony, you're doing so well.” Loki cooed and added more lubricant till it leaked out the sides and trickled down to turn the sheets dark. He flexed his fingers and withdrew, admiring how the hole opened up to him effortlessly now. Loki let himself dart his fingers in and out a few times, ensuring the gape was wide enough before tucking his thumb into his palm and giving a long, determined push. 

Tony, bless his heart, tried very hard not to clench! But when a good sized hand gently yet firmly pushes it's way into your asshole, some noises are bound to make themselves known. And when that happens, there is a tendency of the muscles to bare down. Tony was discovering this to be both a dull aching sensation that splashed through him thighs and an intensely pleasurable grip that held him from the inside out as Loki's wrist held his ass open. 

“Well?” Loki said, smug as all fuck like he knew what he'd just done.

He had to take several deep breaths before he could answer with any confidence. “Don't...dare...stop!”