True Nature

His sight is blurred through sleep, the room is dark — candles burnt out and heavy curtains pulled shut — making it harder to return to consciousness. He blinks, lids fluttering to focus his brown eyes up at the ceiling. His mind swims through the flood of memories of the night before, barely able to keep afloat. Tony reminisces over what transpired between him and the Omega snoring softly in his arms. He’ll be damned if that isn’t the most adorable noise he’s ever heard pass Loki’s lips.

The body in his arms is warm and relaxed, absolutely content to be held with back against Tony’s chest. Tony has found that Loki certainly prefers to be the little spoon in this situation. It’s slightly problematic considering the God is a whole 5-inches taller, leaving Tony clinging awkwardly to him, but he doesn’t mind, far from it. He likes the opportunity to wrap Loki in his protective embrace; it makes him needed as an Alpha. They have yet to fully discuss the new roles they’ve been thrown into. Tony understands that Loki still feels like an Alpha, and there is no way that he can be blamed. Loki’s world was thrown into complete disrepair, and Tony is trying his best to aid the peculiar transition, but he feels that he let his primal instincts get in the way of the duty of care he is bound to provide to his Omega.

He lays watching Loki's chest rise and fall, but he must have sensed Tony's consciousness, stirring only a few minutes later. His hazy eyes blink up at him, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips when his sleep-addled mind recognises Tony. Loki rolls over until their chests are pressed together; his soft limbs stretch, his back arching and his morning erection teasing Tony's thigh. The Alpha’s nostrils flair and a low growl rumbles.

Loki straightens his back, pressing himself even closer to Tony. He smiles coyly, biting his lip innocently, “Good morning.”

“I’ll make it a very good morning,” Tony murmurs against Loki’s shoulder.

Tony shifts backwards and Loki can barely take a breath before a warm hand takes a hold of his cock. His jaw goes slack as the hand pumps up and down slowly, agonisingly so. Nails biting into the skin, his hands grip Tony's shoulders for leverage, thrusting his hips into the fist around him. He tries to speed up, but Tony is in full control of the pace, keeping things deathly slow, constant and unchanging.

Tony can sense Loki’s frustration; delicious noises escape from his pretty pink lips, and his hips stutter upwards. Tony switches to his left hand, Loki whining at the weaker stroke. He leans over to dip his free fingers into the still open jar of almond oil from their last night’s tryst, his hand clenching to cover his palm lightly.

Taking pity on his Omega, Tony covers Loki’s cock with his now slick hand. The oil allows him to glide with an ease that is more comfortable and pleasurable for Loki than the roughness of skin on skin. He whimpers and bucks and cries as Tony works him hard and fast. Tony is relentless, and he can feel Loki's muscles shaking from the orgasm burning through every fibre. Loki's body stiffens, his impending climax teetering so close to the edge.

It's almost as if Tony's hand picks up the pace, even faster than before, but the feeling on Loki’s cock is rendered mute when Tony bites the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sucking a deep bruise onto pale skin. He cries out as his orgasm washes over him in a tide of pleasure and white heat. His muscles twitch with exertion, jolts of remaining energy shiver through him as the orgasm tapers off. He gasps for air as Tony milks the last from his sensitive member, until it's too much, his cock is spent and his neck is aching from the bite. He pushes him away onto his back, both lying still, Loki regaining his breathe and Tony losing his as his own erection aches, angry and red against his stomach.

Loki feels the pulsing bruise on his neck and pushes gently against it with two fingers, whimpering under the pressure. Knowing a bruise of the sort will be visible for an hour or two without magical intervention (so much longer for a mortal), Loki plots for revenge whilst also returning the favour. He pushes up from the bed and throws a leg over Tony, straddling his waist and avoiding his cock at all costs. Having to bend a bit from his position, Loki places his hands on Tony’s cheeks, kissing him gently.

“You forgot my good morning kiss,” Loki pouts.

“I apologise, but I forgot my manners when you pressed your dick against my leg,” Tony states matter-of-factly, “I thought the amazing hand job would have been apology enough.”

“Hmm, I suppose I can forgive you, this time,” he grins, “If you kiss me again.”

Tony reaches up to kiss the smug grin from Loki’s lips. Loki invites him in, their tongues lazily moving together, easy and simple, no need for competition or dominance. Loki decides to heat things up, he worries Tony’s bottom lip between his teeth, before moving lower, kissing, licking, nipping at his skin. He shimmies down his body, lavishing affection on every inch of skin, until he reaches Tony’s straining cock. His hands skirt past Tony's throbbing need to massage his thighs. His mouth suckles ever so briefly on the head of Tony's cock, the sighing in relief. All too soon Loki leaves and lets the pre-come pool onto his stomach.

Giggling at Tony's desperate whine, Loki moves lower to tease the well-sculpted thighs. He nuzzles into the soft skin, his tongue leaving wet patterns that he kisses along. Loki looks up to see Tony's eyes closed and his head titled back amongst the pillows. He grins. Keeping his eye on him, Loki presses a kiss to his right, then without warning, bites into the muscle just as Tony did to him.

Tony jolts up from the bed, doubling over as Loki sucks the skin as the bruise blossoms. His cock twitches, falling toward and tapping Loki on the head. Loki turns, his eyes sparkling, as he licks the cock resting on his cheek. He pushes Tony back against the bed as he takes him in his mouth. He bobs his head once, twice, before pulling off and switching his mouth for his hand. When Tony is distracted by a particularly effective flick of his wrist, he bites into the left thigh at the same height as the bruise pulsating on the opposite leg.

Tony chokes, all the air vacating his lungs as the pain flairs in his thigh and the pleasure from his cock bubbles in his stomach. Loki doesn’t give him any time to recover before his mouth is back engulfing his erection in his wet heat. He sucks with abandon, allowing Tony to fuck his month with his thrusting hips and hands guiding his head. He hollows his cheeks, increasing the suction. Tony’s hips begin to thrust wildly, too out of control, Loki choking when Tony hits the back of his throat. To control him as he loses control, Loki squeezes his thighs against his head. The bruises pulse and the harsh rub of Loki’s tongue on the underside of his cock has him coming undone under the God’s ministrations.

His hot come shoots down Loki’s throat and he swallows it up like a starving man. He continues to hold down Tony’s hips as he spasms through his orgasm, groaning and whimpering his Omega’s name. Loki releases Tony’s cock from his mouth, using his thumb and forefinger to work him through to completion. Tony looks down to see the last few spurts of semen cover Loki’s chin and lips. He sighs, content.

Holding up his hand for Loki to take, he entwines their fingers and guides his mate to lay beside him. They smile, Tony chuckling when Loki swipes his tongue over his lips, lapping up the cooling semen. Tony wipes the remainder from his chin with his thumb; Loki takes his thumb into his month, his tongue swirling around to clean it.

“Lo’, if we have any hope of leaving this bed today, you need to stop that,” he groans, pulling his thumb away.

“Spoilsport,” Loki grins.

“Come here,” Tony wraps his arms around Loki’s shoulders, pulling him into a kiss.

Loki leans back, placing a chaste kiss on Tony’s nose, “Good morning.”

“I hope we have more mornings like this.”

“Mmm, every morning,” he mumbles, snuggling himself into Tony’s arms and under his chin.

“Hon,” Tony begins, almost hesitant. Loki senses that and looks up, nudging him in the ribs to continue. “Can we talk about last night?”

“About?” he feigns innocence, knowing what the conversation will entail but not really wanting to have it.

“Things got a bit intense, I feel like I was pushing you into something you didn’t want.”

Loki shakes his head. Rolling over, he presses his back against Tony’s chest, pulling the strong arms around him. He knows he has been uncharacteristically vulnerable over the last two days, but being with Tony —in his hold now and his presence always — makes him feel safe and secure in a way he never has before. Tony kisses his shoulder, feeling Loki intake a deep breathe. He stays quiet, not wanting to rush him in any way.

“You did nothing of the sort, my love. You listened to what I said: what l did and what I didn’t want. Anthony, nothing you did was a problem,” he sighs, “I’m the problem.”

“Loki…”

“No, Tony, please. What kind of Omega cannot have their Alpha penetrating them? I want to be with you in that way, desperately so, but since my mind is no longer fogged by heat—”

“It’s okay,” Tony hugs him closer.

“No it’s not! I’m failing you, what kind of Omega can’t have sex with their mate?” He cries, hysterics threatening to break.

“Loki, listen to me,” he stubbornly shakes his head, but Tony persists, "I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, no one should have to suffer like you have. What kind of Alpha would I be if my Omega was uncomfortable? You only need say what you want from me and we never have to make love in that way if you don't want too. We'll just get more creative, who says how a couple should enjoy having sex?"

"Tony, I—I don't know what to say..." Loki brings his hands to cover his face, hiding the tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

"I only care if you're happy."

"I am, Anthony," he sniffles, overwhelmed with emotion, "I love you."

Realising what he just said — words he cannot take back, not that he really wants too, never has he spoken a truer word — Loki’s body stiffens, anxiety and panic taking over. Tony rolls Loki over back to him, and pulls his hands from his face. He uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the fallen tears, smiling at his terrified mate, "I love you too."

Notes

Story behind this update: Initially this and the next chapter were planned to be together, but I have an exam tomorrow and I couldn't focus on that until I finished writing and posting something.
So hence the shorter length, but I hope this doesn't distort the flow too much.
As yet another apology for the ridiculous update time, have some good morning smut ;)
I do however apologise for any mistakes, I've found the handwriting function on my tablet and sometimes we disagree...
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In my head I have two sequels planned, and before I get to much into planning story 3, I want to know what people thoughts are on Loki/Tony Mpreg?