Kinktober Day Twenty Four: Fisting

Tony - Loki (MCU)
Fisting / finger fucking
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“No.”

“Tony darling it shall not be nearly so bad as all that.”

“No.”

“Tony sweetling.”

“NO!”

Loki crossed his arms and gave the most beleaguered sigh, as though it were not truly anything of any real consequence he were asking and he simply couldn't believe Tony was being so damned stubborn about it really! “Tony.”

“I said no and I meant no dammit!” 

Loki coiled his fingers about the stressed out mortals neck, massaging the tension in his shoulders, purring in his ear. “What if...?”

“No. No no no no no now drop it.” He responded, pushing the wires together and letting the sparks fly as he fused them together.   
 
“Well...alright. If you wish.” Loki pouted out his lower lip, leaning back on the table. “I suppose then, that it would not help in the least, if I were to allow for you to do this to me first.”

Tony looked up from his work. 

“To see how easy it is. And then when you realize what you are missing, perhaps you will permit for me to return the favor.”
 
He turned off his sodering tool. “I have the funny feeling that, were I to agree, I'm be promising you that you would get the chance to do this back to me.”

“Not at all!” Loki clasped his chest, pretending to be affronted. “Oh gracious no! I am merely saying that I am willing to let you play with me first, in order to ease your concerns about the difficulty of my request.”

“Not seeing as to how thats gonna help. On one hand you are a god and you're tolerance of pain is already about a thousand times mine. On the same hand, you're sexual escapades are legendary. Literally. So I'm not sure exactly what letting me do this is supposed to prove.” Tony wasn't fooled. He hadn't gotten away with dating Loki for so long by letting him get away with shit every time he turned around.   
 
“Has it ever occurred you that perhaps I would just enjoy being fisted and I would like to share this experience with you?” Loki prowled about him, tossing his hair this way and that, doing his best to look utterly innocent given what he had just suggested. “It could simply be that I want to feel your powerful, thick, masculine wrist stretching my ass as I writhe and pleading on the bed, thoroughly messing your tidy sheets.”

How was it possible for this bastard to sit here, talk about something so absolutely filthy, and still sound perfectly eloquent and refined while doing so. It was the accent. It had to be. “I might be interested in that.” he admitted cautiously. “Might. Maybe.”

“I knew you would be.” He sounded so damned confident in this outcome it was sickening. “Come on now. Why don't you put down your project for the moment. Come on. Come with Loki. Let me ease your worries for just a short time.” he promised the world and he would deliver if you let him. He preened and pulled till Tony let himself be dragged up the stairs, to the elevator and up to his room. 

Really, if Tony didn't want anything to do with it, Loki would have backed off eventually, disappointed but understanding. But if Tony gave in so easily, it usually meant he wanted to try it but didn't want to let Loki just go off and get whatever he wanted the first time through. You couldn't make things too easy on a god of mischief. Otherwise the bastard just thought he could get away with anything whenever it pleased him to do so. You had to play it reticent occasionally, make him work for it.   

Tony felt Loki's hand close around his waist and smiled to himself. Okay. Fine. So maybe he wasn't dead set against this. He returned the sideways hug and leaned into Loki's grip as the god pulled him into the bedroom and flung them both on the bed. Loki was giddy. Giddy Loki was generally a good thing. The former prince of Asgard danced from the bed, shedding his clothing easily around the floor.   
 
“Shall we do this slow?” 

Tony fished the lubricant out from the beside table and nodded. “No reason to rush.” He gazed longingly at the perfection that was Loki's lithe figure. Would the god find pleasure from Tony's fist inside him, flexing and twisting about? Not that he had any doubts that he'd make it as good as possible. He never wanted Loki to walk away from a night unsatisfied. Frankly there were times he'd rather it if Loki couldn't move afterwards period.   
 
The god grabbed at a few pillows and shoved them under his body, glancing back at Tony in clear anticipation, shaking his ass so hard the flesh jiggled. “You may begin when ready.” he pronounced as if it were somehow an official decree.

Tony couldn't resist a wry chuckle, a glistening wet finger pushing up against the ring and popping in effortlessly. He loved to see Loki seize and relax into the penetration, accepting what was sure to be a bracing experience. Tony worked his finger in, crooking it about to help feel around the tightness until it began to make room for him. One finger was simple, two was easy. Three caused a small groan from Loki's end and he started to feel a real tension along the digits whenever he moved them correctly. “You like that?”
 
“Oh yes.” Loki crooned, his green eyes fluttering joyfully. “Immensely.”   
 
“Well then, lets go to the next level.” Tony reached between the soft thighs and stroked around Loki's prick with a feather light touch. It got him what he wanted. A sharp intake of breath and the asshole clenching down around his fingers. He added a bit more lube and worked the fourth in, watching the pinkness of the ring become visible along the edges. It was so delightful to see him succumb to this torment, especially at his own hands. Tony kissed Loki's hip, smoothing down the skin with his other hand. When he felt the tight heat start to loosen up once more, he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his palm. “Okay sweetie, get ready...”