Narrative Essay On Scavengers

Raking both hands through his loose hair, his elbows pointing almost to the ceiling, Loki stopped a moment. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. With both hands clasped at the back of his neck, he was well aware of the picture he presented to Tony. All long lines, slender, but with well sculpted muscles, long blue black hair contrasting with his pale skin, now delicately flushed from the heat of the room. And tall. While he was attracted to all the rest, Tony had a weakness for those that towered over him. Loki allowed a soft smile blossomed across his face. No less than his own, did Tony’s nature war against him. He wanted to look up to Loki; he wanted to be dominated by his god. Tony craved those moments when he could release control, and just feel. Memories of a those times when Tony put himself totally in Loki’s hands made dark desire pool low in the god’s belly.

Reaching out with his long arms, Loki allowed himself a finger curling, back arching stretch; shaking the

And Tony is here to tell you that there is no way in hell that Loki would spend that much time dreamily, lathering up, stoking his long slender fingers up the outside of his soap covered thighs, over his hips and down the back of his ass if he didn’t know he had an audience. Every freaking move was slow and graceful and like some kind of kinky hypnotic formal dance. One that Tony has occasionally thought to add a music track to, for his later viewing enjoyment.

While Tony wouldn’t admit to it, over the past few weeks, he had been known to drink a lime infused Gin Rickey, and then go lather up with Loki’s soap, and toss one off. In fact right now, the remembrance lime on his tongue, and the smell of the vanilla, citrus, nutmeg, and wood scented soap caused his cock to twitch so alarmingly that he hastily thumbed open the tube of