Iron & Wine

Tony Stark, boy genius at your service. My life depends on coffee and I am a Freshman at MIT. I'm ready to take over my father's business though, and his death and drinking problem don't affect me in the slightest. PTSD is something I'm battling, and as long as you don't bother me too much about it, I'll try not to go into cardiac arrest. [RP blog for the Avengers Academy roleplay]

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

Still weak and boneless in the afterglow, they kissed at lazy angles, contented breaths sighing through their noses as they rode out the sweet wash of endorphins. Loki should have kept his mouth shut so they could drift blissfully into dozing, but there were matters that weighed on his mind that would not remain quiet. Tony wiggled his way between his arm and his body, and Loki adjusted his arm to rest comfortably and stroke the soft skin along the length of the boy’s back. It served him right for asking—what was the saying, ‘don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to’? Neither outcome would have put his fears to rest; even the answer he might have dared to hope for would only have made him suspect that Tony was lying to placate him. But neither was honesty any more soothing. “That doesn’t sound like you’re all too happy with how things are,” he breathed. He tried not to take it personally. Tony was far from overjoyed, seeming more like he was admitting defeat than accepting something good. Loki hadn’t fooled himself into thinking there wouldn’t be some internal conflict involved, but he’d expected something more than Tony’s refusal to grow and change. As if loving Loki was some kind of step backwards.

"I suppose that’s enough," he mumbled sleepily, "Forget I said anything."

[whizkidstark]

Tony was quiet for a few moments. He'd rather pretend to be asleep and face Loki in the morning-- or not face him if Loki woke up first and chose to leave, which was always a very likely option. Loki always seemed to know when he was faking though. He buried his face in a pillow and just breathed softly through his nose, concentrating on his lover's touch grazing up and down the smooth skin of his back. He turned his head after a moment, gently bumping his nose against Loki's. "Hey, don't be like that..." he murmured softly, reaching out to intertwine their fingers. "I am happy. I'm happy loving you. But I'm not going to be a foolish optimist like I once was. I can't trust myself to do that again and not get hurt. You know how I feel about you, Lo. Nothing's going to change that."

Tony laid there content for a few moments longer, listening to the steady thumping of Loki's heart beat. "It seems like I'm always saying the wrong thing, yet you always know exactly what to say," he murmured softly, nuzzling his way closer until their bodies were interlocked again, like two pieces made to fit together. "I don't want to leave you ever again," he confessed against Loki's collar bone. His relaxed fingers curled in closer to his palms, knuckles pressing into Loki's side. "Don't let me leave you ever again."

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

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With a resigned sigh that was more for effect than out of genuine exasperation, he rolled onto his front as he was bidden. letting the smaller teen cuddle up to his scratch-latticed spine, once-heavy breaths falling soft and even. The gentle touch across his back, over his shoulder blades and up to the delicate skin beside his ear made him ache with longing like never before. He’d missed this. He’d missed this so much. At last, he tilted his face to accept the kiss Tony placed there. ”I find it perfectly acceptable,” he murmured, resting his mouth against Tony’s disheveled hair, “Be pathetic for me. There are worse addictions to have.” He lifted a hand to stroke Tony’s cheek, staring as though he had feared never to gaze upon that look again. But there was something behind Tony’s words that Loki could not let lie, lest it consume him daily with doubt. ”Do you still wish you could be done with me for good? That you could stay away?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. His voice was gentle, as if to show that there was no risk in honesty. But Tony knew him well enough to know, one did not wound Loki without consequence.

[whizkidstark]

Tony smiled into Loki's hair, his lips grazing over his hairline and down his temple before he found his mouth again. He kissed Loki calmly, unhurried. Tony wasn't concerned with anything else in the world when he was laying there with Loki, in their strange little warped reality they held together. The question sobered him up somewhat, and he collapsed onto the blanket pallet next to Loki, worming his way underneath one of Loki's dead weight arms. "No. I don't think so. I know I probably should and that'd it be a lot healthier if I just moved on, but I'm tired of pretending." He closed his eyes and tucked his head next to Loki's, their noses lightly touching. "I'm not sure what I want anymore. Sometimes I wish I wasn't Tony Stark... that I'm not inheriting this enormous company. That I'm not a self-destructive, egotistical narcissist who falls in love with the wrong kind of people. But that's just who I am, and I figure there's no use fighting and changing." He wiggled his feet between Loki's legs, cold toes seeking out warmth.

[insignify]

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

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Pressed lightly against Tony’s warmth despite the sweat that slicked them both, he moaned weakly at the sight of him pushing the come back into himself. It was utterly filthy and wrong and satisfying. How unexpected that such a small gesture could make him feel wanted all over again—Tony wanted everything he had to give. Only as the domineering part of him calmed did he recall that Tony had asked him to make love to him, a request he had been too worked up to fulfill. Hell, he’d considered it practically laughable at the time. There had been so much anger and hurt in him that gentleness had been but a distant possibility. There was only the desire to make Tony need him again, to make him beg and promise everything under the sun. Anything kinder would have to wait until next time—a next time he was finally starting to believe could happen.

And then, as if something had cracked in him, Tony broke out into uncontrollable laughter. Loki, sluggish and deliciously weary in the wake of orgasm, only watched in half-focused confusion. His brow furrowed at Tony’s attempts to explain. "I don’t see what’s so funny. Or ridiculous," he said, not at all reassured. Even when they’d been playing at being friends who didn’t fall into bed together—well, technically the blanket fort wasn’t a bed—the possibility had been there, the ghost of their history following them wherever they went. What was so funny about them now? Certainly he couldn’t have been planning to find a fully-clothed blue Loki giving himself heat-stroke in his shower, so all of what had followed was as unexpected as could be. But Loki didn’t consider it a laughing matter. It was all he could do to keep from visibly pouting, though his body language conveyed what his lower lip did not. He rolled over with a huff, turning his back to Tony and tucking his arms close to his chest. His back stung faintly from the movement, covered in scratches from their coupling. He feigned sleep almost immediately, though the contentment of moments prior had soured.

[whizkidstark]

Tony looked over at Loki who was now faint away from him. He continued to laugh, softer now. "Oh C'mon," he snickered, rolling closer. "I don't mean any harm, babe." Tony pressed a few kisses down the angry red lines marring Loki's back. If he didn't enjoy the marking of what he considered his so much, he'd almost be saddened by leaving such marks on Loki's perfect, alabaster smooth skin. "I didn't mean it," he repeated, rolling Loki onto his stomach so he could press soothing kisses along his skin. The room was silent for a few moments, Atom snuffling in another room. He moved up on Loki's body, collapsing down next to him. "Hey, look at me. I can practically hear you pouting," he nudged at Loki's shoulder, kissing behind his ear until Loki peeked out at him enough for him to sneak a kiss onto his cheek. "Don't you find it funny? I try and try to stay away from you but I just can't. I'm pathetic," he laughed dryly and buried his nose in Loki's hair, breathing him in softly.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

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He laughed breathlessly as Tony cursed his name, the accusation in his gaze softened by the height of need that kept them pressed and rutting together. He loved it when Tony fought and cursed him. Times like this they fucked as much as enemies as lovers, which was easier to bear than tenderness alone. He still battled the urge to cradle Tony closer; mouthing at his throat was as close as he got to nuzzling into the crook of his neck. It frightened him to let Tony back in even this little bit, but no man was an island. If Tony still found him worth looking after when he was blue and monstrous, then maybe it was all right to need his company. The boy’s little bleats of helpless pleasure and frustration warmed the fierce controlling streak in him. It was so deeply satisfying to have such control over his pleasure, to hold him to this desperate edge and not let him crest it. Loki felt powerfully erotic to be able to torment him this way. Pressure built in his groin, and he no longer had the will to stave off their completion any longer.

"Shh, all wil be well, little one. I’ve got you. I’ll give you what you need," he soothed between heated breaths. He relaxed his grip and began to pump Tony’s length in time with their frantic coupling. He joined their mouths in a messy kiss, pulling away only to watch the microexpressions flitting across Tony’s face. "Come for me," he commanded softly, as though it were a benediction. As if Tony needed permission to chase that edge again. And Loki chased too. Pressing their foreheads together, he panted small sounds of urgency, too lost in the feeling to have the presence of mind to hide his face as he approached climax. He buried himself to the hilt in slick heat over and over again, drilling down into his lover with low grunts and gasped syllables each time. He whined as the sensation built, body tensing as the telltale tightness began. "T- ah, nnh, I’m gonna—" he panted, followed by a long cry of ecstasy as he jerked and filled Tony’s abused passage.

With a few drawn-out thrusts to milk him dry, he collapsed over Tony’s form like a puppet whose strings had been cut. His whole body was taken over by a delicious weakness, limbs shaky and no longer driven to keep him upright. It wasn’t the most natural position, but it was enjoyable to lay still and ride the residual waves of pleasure. After a few minutes passed and his breaths grew more even, he pulled out gently. Tony’s hole was red and swollen, a small trickle of seed spilling onto the blankets as it twitched and tried to close. At last they could curl up more comfortably, skin pressed together the length of their bodies as if they still could not get enough touch.

[whizkidstark]

Nothing else around them mattered as Loki took Tony apart, drawing out strings of moans as they writhed together on the blankets. It was taking up all of his energy to keep himself from coming. He felt like he'd been on the edge for hours, to the point of being in pain until Loki finally wrapped his long fingers around his aching member and gave him the command to come. Eager to please and finally reach his own release, Tony did just that, mouth open in a silent cry as he came between them, clenching hard on Loki's cock that was still driving into him. He clawed down the white expanse of Loki's back, nails digging in sharply as Loki fucked him mercilessly until he found his own climax.

Loki collapsed on top of him and Tony couldn't even begin to care, eyes closed as he let the aftershocks of his orgasm settle. This atmosphere was so familiar to him-- the smell of sex and stickiness of sweat between them, that pleasant tingling from the waist down like he'd been thoroughly wrecked, and Loki laying next to him looking impossibly angelic in the soft glow of the light. That would always be Tony's downfall. He couldn't stay away from Loki no matter how hard he tried. He was well aware of what lied beneath that pretty exterior, all the grief and pain and cruelty that Loki hid behind masks so well, only letting the world have brief glimpses of what he allowed to show. But even knowing what lied underneath Loki's skin, both figuratively and literally, he couldn't keep away from him. Tony didn't believe in anything when it came to gods or almighty beings, but he believed in Loki.

He couldn't even bring himself to look away, openly gazing at Loki in the dim lighting, wincing only slightly when Loki pulled free and he felt some of his release trickle down from his hole. Not breaking eye contact, Tony reached down and pressed three fingers inside of him, the slide easy with the mess of come and lube as he pushed it back inside of him before rolling onto his stomach, letting out a content purr. He started laughing, at first a small chuckle that easily developed into bright peals of laughter, his eyes still watering from the activity. Loki literally made him hysterical, and Tony couldn't control himself, burying his face in the pillows to muffle his giggling. He just couldn't believe what had just transpired, even if a part of him saw it coming all along. "I'm not laughing at you," he eventually assured Loki, twisting his head only slightly to peek at him with one eye, a grin still tugging at the edge of his mouth. "I'm laughing at this. Us. It's ridiculous," he shook his head, pressing his face back into the cool fabric of the pillow, stretching his arms and popping his back.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

Every little noise out of Tony drove him wild, egged him on. The sweet surrender as Tony let him take control—let him use his body in ways they both needed and both had denied for too long—it nearly soothed the possessiveness and resentment right out of him. Sure, they’d both fucked their fair share of people, but together they had a level of comfort and abandon that simply couldn’t be found in others’ arms. He was still angry with Tony for trying to leave him, even though he had deserved it by most interpretations (not his own, of course, because Loki was never accountable for what Loki did), he was still hurt and needy from the lasting bruises of rejection, but for a little while he let himself believe that he could put that behind them, that Tony’s words could ever quiet that perpetual fear in him.

All that mattered was that Tony couldn’t stay away, and Loki was at once punishing him for the audacity of trying and reminding him of what he had been missing, what he could have been missing forever if Loki had not graciously invited himself back into Tony’s bed. It was at once a ‘fuck you' and a 'fuck I need you’. They had both gouged each other so deep that even their healing had an element of violence to it, blunt nails clawing into smooth skin, sweat-misted bodies slamming together as though they weren’t sure whether they wanted to break each other or chase their respective climaxes.

Breathless and bleary-eyed from the steady thrusting taking him apart, Tony had never been more beautiful. Loki thrilled at the way his lover weakly clung to him, unbelievably erotic in the way he hung on and took everything. He panted hotly against Tony’s skin, holding him open so he could pound into that slick channel as deeply as possible. “Ah, someone’s recovered his strength,” he chuckled, watching with rapturous glee as Tony palmed his newly-restored hardness. He had to be so sensitive, aching both for release and from chasing it. Clearly still a bit weak and shaky from his first orgasm, Tony then leaned back and hooked his legs over Loki’s shoulders, pulling them both down to rut on the horizontal. Loki groaned low from the pleasure of the new angle, feet sliding in the blankets as he found a new stance in which to loom over his hungry lover and drive down into him.

Tony’s overwrought arousal and barely-intelligible begging were a rush; he shuddered with want at the sight, sound and feel of him. But Tony had been a bad boy, and bad boys didn’t always get what they asked for. ”No,” Loki ordered in commanding tones, batting Tony’s hand away from his flushed member and giving it a hard squeeze to keep him from going over the edge unbidden. He loved the way the boy reflexively tried to thrust into his grip, but it was too tight. He mouthed possessively over the bruises he’d sucked into Tony’s neck, a low possessive growl in his throat. “I forbid you to come. Until I say so.” Oh, he wanted Tony to suffer and squirm, but no doubt the torment wouldn’t go on indefinitely. Hopelessly aroused, sac pulled up tight to his body, he knew he couldn’t hold out from his own release much longer.

[whizkidstark]

Pain and pleasure battled within Tony as he rutted against Loki and started to pump his hand. He could feel the ache low in his body as his cock hardened again so soon, feeling so loose and open and tight and filled all at once as Loki spread him and fucked him harder. Tony moaned weakly, Loki forcing his hand off his aching prick before giving it a painful squeeze, causing Tony to cry out. "Loki! Fuck you!" he moaned, trying to thrust up into Loki's grip without much of a result. He hissed, eyes that were once closed with bliss now snapping open to glare at Loki, brown eyes blown dark with lust. Despite this, he tilted his head back in submission, letting Loki's hot mouth trail over his skin. "P-Please," he whimpered shamelessly.

He was never any match for Loki. From day one he saw those exciting green eyes and that handsome smirk set in features that naturally drew Tony's eye, and he was gone. So far gone. The air was heady with sex and all Tony could do was stare. Loki looked so beautiful, so familiar above him. So full of power and dominance. "Loki, please, I need it--" he gasped out, writhing underneath Loki's body pressing down against him. Loki kept his grip tight though and Tony could see stars, thrusting against Loki who was still drilling into him, making any other protest or complaint turn into praise and sounds of ecstasy.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

He let out an inhuman sound when Tony let himself sink the rest of the way down onto his cock. It was tight and slick, having taken only a few fingers prior. Knowing how intense it had to be for Tony, sensitive and over-stimulated from his first orgasm, made the slow pace a thousand times hotter. And still the climax-wearied boy rode him, moving of his own accord, desperate to please or perhaps trying to cling to some modicum of control over their pace. Loki let him have it, let him lead from behind. Every sound and gasp of Tony’s struggle made the desire spike in his gut, molten and primal, magnetic—making him press close so their chests brushed as Tony rolled his hips. Their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked like they couldn’t look away.

He was thrilled to have this kind of power over Tony, to know that he could do almost anything he wished to him and garner hardly a protest. Part of him was terrified that this was just a momentary lapse of Tony’s judgement, a brief crumbling of his will, and that he would be cast aside all over again come morning. But he knew now that Tony couldn’t stop wanting his touch, so even if the boy tried to tell him it wouldn’t happen again, he knew it would. Tony was powerless against his persuasive manner, even more so against an encouraging hand. He groaned low, a possessive growl creeping into his tone. “M’gonna wreck you,” he murmured, meeting Tony’s movements a little harder for emphasis. He wished he could ruin Tony for anyone else, but he didn’t really have the girth for such an undertaking. He would have to content himself with fucking Tony’s brains out so thoroughly that no other lay could compare.

Gripping Tony’s ass, he spread him wide and plunged his cock deeper into him. He planted his feet in the blankets, legs bent close, back pressed into the couch for leverage, and bucked his hips up to meet his lover’s tortured channel. He wasn’t sure how Tony could stand the overstimulation, but he wasn’t about to question it. He needed more, and he knew he could push for it; the younger boy would just cling to him and take it like before. “Nnnnh, T-oh-Tony.” His hips snapped up hard, reminding Tony that his relative comfort was only at Loki’s unpredictable mercy. He picked up the pace, pounding into him faster. “Don’t you ever leave me again,” he gasped. The words came out less threatening than he’d intended, hushed with breathlessness, wrecked with pleasure. It was tough to sound angry when he had what he’d been deprived of sitting right in his lap, rolling his hips to please him.

[whizkidstark]

Tony felt helpless, putty in Loki's hands as he angled his hips and let Loki fuck into him. It was almost painful, his body trying to get hard again so soon and succeeding when Loki spread his cheeks wide and started to thrust into him. The breath felt knocked out of him and he reached down to give his erection a few strokes, needing some kind of friction and relief before he felt like he was going to burst. "Wreck me," he echoed faintly, forehead pushing into Loki's. He couldn't keep his eyes open for too long, overwhelmed by all the stimulation and intimidated to be staring right into Loki's eyes that were always looking at him so intensely. Dark amber met that intoxicating green as Loki started to fuck him in earnest, Tony doing his best to hold on for the ride and keep himself open for Loki to use.

And, boy, did he want to feel used. The great thing about being with Loki like this was that Tony was allowed to turn his brain off for a good few hours. He would be too fucked out to think, and then too bone tired to do anything but fall into a dreamless sleep. Being with Loki was his release from being Tony Stark, even if it was fleeting and would come with a slew of repercussions he wasn't prepared to deal with. When Loki told him to never leave again, Tony was too far gone to do anything but nod his head vigorously, pressing his lips against any of Loki's skin he could find. He was panting against Loki's open mouth, letting the older boy's tongue tease along the back of his teeth, drawing him in further.

Tony's legs were getting tired, so he leaned back into their blanket palette, never disturbing the rapid pace of Loki thrusting into him. He shifted his legs, his ankles hooking over Loki's shoulders before he drug Loki down, crying out when the angle changed entirely. He could feel precome leaking excessively from the head of his cock, dripping all over his own stomach as he was practically bent in half. "Fuck, so good. Never wanna-- ah, ah, fuck-- never wanna be without this," Tony babbled, saying Loki's name over and over again like a prayer. "N-Need to come... Please... Lo..."

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

He loved the way Tony jerked and bucked through his climax, uncommonly quiet as he barely seemed to breathe until he came down, damp with sweat and quivering. He was so beautiful like this, hair askew, stray locks plastered to his forehead, playful, intelligent eyes unguarded and unfocused with pleasure. There was a truth he couldn’t doubt in Tony’s eyes. He wondered if half the time they’d fucked like rabbits when they’d been together was just so that they could see each other without their confident masks on, to know that without the force of their egos, personas and cataclysmic drama drawing them together, there was still something genuine between them. It was at once terrifying and reassuring.

Lapping some of the come from Tony’s chest, he made a contented sound. This, he liked this. None of the hesitation and the mind games, just naked power and desire. He had complete control, and he would give Tony such suffering and ecstasy for it. The boy had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. All he needed to know was that Loki would look after him, wouldn’t ask anything of him that he couldn’t handle. Spent and covered in his own seed, the kinder thing would have been to let Tony rest. But Loki was not kind. He scooped up some of the copious spend with his fingers and fed it to the boy, pressing his fingers to his tongue. “So much come, silly boy,” he purred, “I hope you saved some for later. You know I’m not done with you.”

With a mix of lubricant and Tony’s own seed, the taller youth slicked up his member. A low, covetous sound rumbled in his throat as he bit at the bruised skin of Tony’s neck. “That’s big talk for someone who can’t even handle my cock right now,” he said slyly, lifting the boy to line his winking hole up with Loki’s dripping hardness. He had been waiting so long for this, and now his patience was to be rewarded. He held Tony against him, pinned to his chest, keeping him fairly still as he pushed inside and started to work a few inches into that oversensitive passage. Shushing the boy’s bleated cries gently, he rubbed Tony’s back as he worked his length deeper inside of him. He could feel the smaller body twitch and tremble with the overstimulation, and it only drove him wilder to know that Tony could barely take it. He groaned low, rolling his hips to grind over the boy’s aching prostate. “Good boy,” he gasped, “You’re doing so well, little one.”

[whizkidstark]

Tony parted his lips and accepted Loki's fingers easily, moaning at the taste of his own release, coating Loki's fingers. His cock gave another enthusiastic try at a stir, but his body felt too spent to follow up with anything more. "Shut up," he moaned weakly, hissing a little as Loki's teeth pressed into the already purpling bruises staining his neck. He wound his arms around Loki, angling his hips so they could line up properly. He didn't bother to suggest a condom, that hardly being a part of their routine for the longest time. There was large part of him, almost all of him, that wanted Loki inside him bare, Tony able to take everything Loki had to offer.

Anything clever Tony had to say went out the window as Loki sank him down on his cock, feeling so full and stretched after the quick and rough prepping session. He did his best to stifle the whimpers and moans, but many slipped past and he ducked his head down, concentrating on the pleasure and bringing that out rather than the slight pain. Although Loki wouldn't be pleased unless he knew Tony was at least in a little bit of pain. He relaxed a little more, hole loosening around Loki and allowing him to sink all the way inside his warmth, Loki's hand stroking over his back, soothing him. In any other manner, Tony would feel patronized, being spoonfed these sweet words and called "little one", but with Loki, he could hardly hold a grudge. God-- Tony really had issues when just being cared for was enough to turn him on. Thinking back on it, Loki practically made everything sexy to him. He'd never see so many inanimate objects the same way again.

Tony started rolling his hips, pulling himself up so he was fully sitting in Loki's lap, pressing Loki back against the couch so neither of them were on top or bottom necessarily, but both tangled together and writhing as they let their most primal, human instinct take over. "Oh m-- Oh my g-god," Tony groaned, fingers tugging at Loki's hair as he started rocking up and down, grateful for all the lube Loki had slathered across his own member and Tony's hole. "No one but you," he whispered, too overcome with pleasure to raise his voice above that. He left the statement with an open end, both because he was unable to articulate further with Loki buried so deep inside of him, and the fact that Tony himself wasn't entirely sure what he meant.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

He still felt the raw vestiges of vulnerability from his earlier forced transformation, much as he wanted to put that far, far behind him. If he thought about it too much, Tony’s hands on him would start to make him hesitant, as if on the verge of shying away. How could Tony still want him, knowing what he knew, seeing what he had seen? How could anyone approach fucking an alien so casually? A humanoid alien, certainly, but Tony could have just about anyone—he had no trouble finding bed-partners of his own species. Why him? Why Loki? How could he stand to touch the sorcerer’s skin, knowing what form it could take and had likely been born to? He was repulsive and strange. Loki couldn’t let those questions take hold in his mind. He didn’t want to feel those doubts and insecurities, especially not now when he was so close to getting what he wanted, wrapped up in the boy who had occupied his mind for so long.

He felt wanted now, desired and craved on a primal level that not even Tony’s better judgement could free him from. He had to focus on that. He didn’t have to understand it. Having Tony under him like this, begging and willing, was temptation too great. He could reassert his sense of control here, even though by rights he ought to be gentler. Tony had asked him to make love, but their love was not docile. It was a storm that battered as much as it thrilled, strained as much as it soothed. And some stubborn part of him was not exactly receptive to following orders from the hopelessly aroused young billionaire, no matter how sweetly and desperately put.

He gave an unsteady groan as Tony worked his mouth over him, sucking sloppily like he had been starved of this. He enjoyed the thought that Tony hadn’t cared enough about any of his one-night stands to do this for them. He rolled his hips in small thrusts, jaw dropping open to let him pant freely over Tony’s flushed skin. It was messy, but incredible. A low whimper sounded as he felt his length pop into the boy’s throat, the sudden tightness around the head of his prick almost too much. He couldn’t help but hold there and fuck shallowly into that hot channel, even though it meant choking Tony a little in the process. That was all part of the fun.

He pulled out reluctantly, smearing copious precome over Tony’s tongue. He did rather prefer his favourite toy conscious, so he had to let him breathe. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave him breathless otherwise. With a positively evil grin, he crooked his fingers inside of Tony and gave his weeping prick a taste, suckling softly at the tip. “I’m going to make you come before I even stuff your pretty little hole,” he said, at once threatening and warm, “And when you’re shaking and spent, that’s when I’ll fuck you.” He stroked relentlessly over the bundle of nerves inside his lover, squeezing his balls and giving them another little tug. “If you want me inside you so bad, all you have to do… is come.”

[whizkidstark]

Tony felt like his sense and body had turned to goo, or more accurately, putty. Putty in Loki's hands. He would fall for Loki time and time again, both a mixture of needing to keep that flame ignited and wanting to know what came next if he continued down this destructive, alluring path he found himself on time and time again. He was breathing heavily when Loki pulled back, mouth suddenly feeling so empty. He licked his lips, tongue catching against the head of Loki's prick still hard and slapping against his face.

Tony shouted when Loki crooked his fingers almost cruelly, pressing deep inside and achieving something that others had never quite been able to. It was indescribable, the way Loki made him feel, on every level, whether it be emotional or sexual. He whimpered and bucked his hips, not caring if it ended with a reprimand. "You're such a tea--oh fuck," Tony moaned, wanton and guttural when Loki pressed into his prostate and just stroked. "Loki, please," he gasped, squirming and arching as Loki continued to press against that sweet bundle of nerves and tug at his sac. His climax hit him head on, body bowing in a perfect curve as he came almost silently, mouth open with no sound escaping, as if all of his moans had been used up leading up to that moment. He spurted all over his stomach and chest, feeling some streak up even to his neck. Tony felt like he was riding that wave forever, his entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he sank back down on the blanket mattress, whimpering with over sensitivity as Loki mouthed at his cock.

"T-Too much... Lo..." Tony chided gently, knowing that would only make Loki continue. The promise of getting fucked like this, so open and thoroughly wrecked, was already making his cock take interest, and Tony moaned in irritation and humiliation as his body was trying to force him to get hard again so quickly, which had to be physically impossible. No matter the valiant effort, Tony's dick stayed limp, laying against his stomach which was still covered in a mess of his own come. Loki shifted on top of them, so their faces were alined once more, and Tony reached out to cup Loki's face, but didn't bring him closer. He ran his thumbs over Loki's cheekbones, staring into the eyes that had looked so crimson and terrifying not too long ago. Tony wondered what Loki felt like, knowing what rested beneath his flesh. He dropped his hands, the tender moment between them leaving just as quickly as it had come. He managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, spreading his legs and draping them over Loki's thighs where he was knelt in front of him.

"How do you want me?" Tony purred, leaning back onto his hands and quirking an eyebrow, regaining some of his energy, but his voice was hoarse from the thorough face-fucking and all the shouting he'd been doing. "Or are you going to take me in every position, all over this room?" He leaned forward, licking a stripe up Loki's neck, hands threading into his hair before he started nibbling playfully on Loki's ear. "Would you like that? Making up for all this lost time by fucking all night, on every surface of my penthouse? Could you handle that?" Tony teased, chuckling softly.

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The easiest way to tell if you’re happy or not, is during the nights before you go to sleep.

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[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

He grinned and shook his head. “Though I’m sure you could convince me, I have a cat to feed,” he said with a gentle laugh, breath hitching slightly at the bite. He loved having Tony squirming and rutting up against him like he needed nothing else. Hungry, needy, no longer denying the pair of them what they craved. He had missed feeling wanted like this, being the centre of Tony’s world, if only for the time that their bodies were entwined. He loved and hated how Tony made him feel. It wasn’t right for one person to occupy his thoughts and desires so much. With a possessive growl, he laid bruising bites along the boy’s collarbone. “But if you’re really so starved for cock, I suppose I could come by and fill you up again later. If you’ll have me.”

Tony’s hands were moving too much, traveling his body with frenzy. Loki snatched his wrists and pinned them above his head, snarling a warning as he bit at the soft flesh of Tony’s throat, blunt teeth compressing yielding pipes. Their lean chests brushed, panting, and green eyes fluttered shut with arousal. He rolled his hips, bare shafts sliding against one another, smearing trails of precome across each other’s abdomens. “I’m going to wreck you,” he said, releasing Tony’s wrists to better support his body above him. He brought his free hand low to tug at the boy’s sac, squeezing gently. And again he sucked and pulled at the boy’s nipples, loving the desperate response to his attentions. He would overwhelm Tony with need, make him feel such things that he could never bear to cast Loki out again.

He pulled back, then, fishing in the couch cushions for a tube of lube. It wasn’t hard to find. Leaning back to reach, his length was on full display, flushed and hard, curving up towards his tight stomach. When he reinstalled himself over Tony, he faced the opposite direction, pressing his weeping cock to the boy’s mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, smearing precome over red-bitten lips. In turn, he spread Tony’s knees wide and slicked up two of his fingers. He worked them in roughly, burying them to the knuckle in no time at all. He wanted to make Tony feel good, yes, but he wanted to push his limits and make him squirm first. He had earned himself a little punishment.

[whizkidstark]

Loki's words alone were enough to make his cock twitch against his stomach, drops of precome already smeared across his abdomen. He moaned involuntarily when Loki pinned his wrists, a thrill going through his body at the promise. Tony needed to be fucked. Not by a complete stranger, or an old hookup who would get the job done fast and dirty before ducking out, but he needed to get fucked by Loki. Tony bit into his lips until they were raw and starting to bleed, just to muffle all the sounds trying to escape from him, wrenched from his throat by every bite and touch Loki provided him with. He rutted shamelessly, already feeling hickeys covering his chest and neck that would be damn near impossible to hide.

When he found Loki's eyes again, they looked almost completely black, even the chilling green darkened with arousal but still electrifying in the dim lighting. Tony squirmed on the bed, staying obedient even when Loki released his wrists once more. He licked his lips in anticipation, assumption correct when Loki came back to him and pressed his prick to Tony's bruised lips. He parted them and happily took Loki's length back into his mouth, sucking enthusiastically but not without his usual amount of finesse. Although, he would admit that going without this for so long made him a little sloppy, but he figured Loki wouldn't mind the excess amount of spit slipping from the corners of his mouth. He was literally salivating over the boy's cock.

Tony let out a slight noise of protest, that was muffled by the fact that he could feel the head of Loki's dick pressing against his throat, which he easily opened up and let Loki fuck his mouth as he pleased, reaching up to aid him in rolling his hips down onto his face. The two fingers being pushed in so suddenly burned a little, but he was just grateful Loki used enough lube. He opened up around them, clenching and relaxing and trying to get used to the sensation as Loki stretched him. With Loki it seemed less like foreplay and more like he could come from this alone, just Loki's skilled fingers working inside him and his cock laying untouched against his belly. Tony managed to draw back, hands sliding over Loki's flushed erection as he caught his breath. "Please, Lo, fuck me. I need it-- need you inside me." He moaned when he felt a third finger breach him, Loki's thrusting sharp and almost on the verge of painful, drawing broken sounds from Tony's mouth that were soon muffled once more when he took Loki's length back into his mouth.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

With an awkward shift and twist of bodies, they shed their shirts without getting up. Having Tony under him, writhing with every subtle stimulation and powerless to resist his teasing, was a treat. The boy was so responsive, and Loki had so missed being allowed to feel him like this. He took full advantage now, reacquainting himself with the soft stretch of Tony’s stomach, the small rise of his hairless chest. With a wicked grin, he rolled the hard nipple in his fingers, then slid his hand across to tease the other to hardness. He gladly swallowed the boy’s moans, holding and soothing him even as his other hand brought him higher. They kissed harder, biting, challenging, knowing that they would do more than just fall asleep next to each other tonight. They could worry about the morning, and all the days after, when it rolled around. For the moment, this was everything he wanted.

Of course he fought dirty; it was the best way to get what he wanted. And it was what Tony wanted too—the boy was finally able to admit it, reach out and take it, and stop acting like not fucking would somehow make the mess of feelings between them more wholesome. Loki was not wholesome. Even less so with the raw wounds of loss, betrayal and confusion wrapped up in him now. It was so easy to forget that, just hours ago, his body had scarcely been his own, dusky cobalt blue and refusing to revert its hue. How he’d loathed that skin then. But here and now they could pretend it was just like old times, like Loki was human and not frighteningly alone in the world, hardly knowing what slept beneath his skin. He could have this escape, before returning to the real world where he’d felt so lost and powerless and monstrous.

"I’ll wake you before I go," he acquiesced, trying to suppress a quiver of anticipation. He needed this. He’d known, on some level, that Tony still wanted him, but it was so easy to fall into doubt when he kept denying them both what once had been the most effortless language between them. He rubbed himself against Tony, gasping softly against the other’s parted lips. They were both half hard, and with a few more rolls of his hips there was nothing halfway about it. The friction made him whine low in his throat, stimulation at once not quite enough and just this side of too rough. Fumbling to unzip Tony’s pants with one hand and shimmy out of his borrowed sweats, he dipped his head lower to tongue at Tony’s overwrought chest. Pushing Tony’s pants down to his knees, he slipped a hand between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them in his hand. He tugged gently, testing the boy’s receptiveness to pain and pleasure. He was careful not to be too vicious as he eased Tony into it; he did, after all, want him to enjoy himself. He just wanted to surprise him with what he could enjoy. When his long fingers at last brushed over the boy’s cock, he let Tony enjoy the sensation for a moment before he bit down gently on one pert nipple.

[whizkidstark]

"Or you could stay," Tony complained jokingly, smiling against Loki's jaw before laying a bite there. Tony had no idea how he went so long without this--without Loki. It was like sensory overload, having Loki's hands and mouth all over his body again. He arched against Loki's fingers, tugging his sensitive nipples until he was half-hard in his pants, looking to rut against any part of Loki he could get between his legs. He was like a finely tuned instrument that hadn't been picked up in years, but Loki knew exactly how to play him, drawing out these feelings and sensations Tony knew wasn't possible to find with anyone else.

He kicked his pants down his legs, hands moving to grope Loki's ass before those sweats were moved aside as well. If there was anything better than Loki in his clothes, it was definitely Loki out of them. Tony reached up, pushing Loki's hair back from his forehead, the strands falling over his face as he leaned over Tony, shadowing his features. He wormed out of his underwear too, shaking his pants off his ankles until he was completely naked, body flushed with want and prick hard and dripping against his stomach. He let out a sharp gasp when Loki's hand finally slipped between his legs, jerking when he grasped at his balls. He clenched his jaw, a whine slipping past his teeth as he tilted his head back and bucked gently, wanting that flash of edging pain once more. Loki complied, wrenching another gasp out of Tony. "Oh my god, yes..." he panted slightly, feeling overwhelmed with desire when Loki's lips wrapped around a nipple. He felt the slight grating of teeth against the sensitive bud, Tony's body jerking again. "More... More..." he begged. He wanted to give all of himself over to Loki.

"I'm yours... I'm all yours, just please-- take me," Tony begged, unable to stop himself. Denying himself to Loki for so long only made things worse, all of that broken off desire building up until he was writhing and desperate for anything Loki had to give, completely at the boy's will. He would figuratively and literally bend backwards if Loki asked, his hands roaming all over and grasping at anything to keep Loki's body from leaving his.

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[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

A satisfied hum rolled in his throat as he was pulled back in to meet the offered mouth below him. It would be much more pleasant if only the young engineer would stop muddying things with words. Tony said he couldn’t make up his mind, but if neither of them could stay away, and they couldn’t be friends without falling into physical comfort like this, then their options were plain. What was there to decide? Whether Tony was going to keep trying to strong-arm Loki into exclusivity he couldn’t maintain? Whether Tony was going to continue to fight what he had admitted to being unable to live without? In what capacity did he want to have Loki in his life, then? They were currently failing spectacularly at the “just friends” designation. Not that he minded this particular type of failure.

He shrugged one shoulder. “Deserving has nothing to do with it. I will make my own justice in the world. No offense intended, but a battered heart is the least of my undeserved agonies. I will yet survive you, Stark.” He did not want pity for the things he had endured, nor did he want victories tossed to him like consolation prizes to keep him afloat in a sea of troubles. He would earn his way fair and square—though perhaps not all that fairly—and there would be no doubt of the respect and reverence he would command. A wry grin curled his lip in an expression caught halfway between a grin and a sneer. ”I like it when it hurts,” he mused, “Reminds me that at least some parts of me are close to human. That if pain is real, then perhaps so too is joy, and I am not dead to all things.”

Nosing gently at Tony’s cheek, he let his tone fall soft and encouraging. “You could have it both ways, my way. Freedom and familiarity all at once. You can have it all. Let me set you free.” He carded his fingers through Tony’s hair, pulling at his scalp ever so slightly. The boy was over-stressed and over-thinking, certainly. What he wanted and needed were at odds with what he felt he ought to want and need, and that was a conundrum to set anyone’s head spinning. Loki only wanted to relax the last vestiges of tension and misgiving out of him. For, uh, purely altruistic reasons. Definitely. It was so simple. Why couldn’t he see it?

"For the time being, you have me," he answered, leaning his weight to one side and running a hand up over Tony’s shirt, gently brushing one sensitive nipple through the fabric. It was wrong to make up Tony’s mind by seducing him, especially when he was so uncertain, but Loki was not so beholden to moral integrity. And really, would he not be doing Tony a service by encouraging him towards what he truly wanted? Such hesitance was not like Tony, such meekness rare to witness. He was just guiding the boy back to his true self. Loki sucked at the exposed neck, bared to him in something close to surrender. He brought the blood to the surface and made the smooth skin ache with his affections, all the while brushing his hand over that same hardening nipple in a caress that could almost, almost pass for accidental. All he needed was a sign that Tony wanted this, wanted him, and he would free him of his burden of doubt.

[whizkidstark]

Tony couldn't help but let a gasp slip through his mouth. As soon as Loki's touch was there, it was gone just as quick, and he found himself arching slightly, wanting more of that touch. Loki's fingers in his hair reminded him of how stressed he was and the fact that he already had a couple of strands turning grey, which couldn't be helped since it was hereditary. He was hoping to prevent it at least to his mid-thirties though. He wasn't sure if he could pull off the silver fox look before he was even legal. Laying here with Loki automatically relaxed him, and he felt young and foolish and lovesick, as only a young, foolish, lovesick billionaire could be.

He wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He used to jump into bed with Loki at the drop of a hat. They fucked like rabbits and if Tony looked around the apartment, it would probably be difficult to find a surface that their naked, grinding bodies weren't on at one point or another. Tony tried for a sound of defiance against Loki's lips, but it turned into a moan as those deft fingers brushed over his already sensitive nipple again and again. "You fight dirty," he complained with mirth, a grin tugging at his lips before he started biting at Loki's, tongue delving into his mouth. He would take all Loki had to give, even if the results of their actions came crashing down around them come morning.

"Okay," Tony agreed, not entirely sure what to, but just everything in general. He was giving into his primal desire. He was allowing Loki access back into his heart for tonight, no matter how idiotic it seemed. "I want this. I want you," He breathed against Loki's neck, yanking the boy back on top of him from where he had rolled to the side. He could feel himself getting hard in his pants, and he brought his hips up against Loki's. "Make love to me. Promise me you won't be gone tomorrow," he whispered, grabbing at Loki's hair just to have some sort of semblance that he was in control of himself. He hooked his legs around the backs of Loki's thighs, pulling him close into a rough kiss. With Loki's help he managed to get both their shirts off, his hands immediately mapping out the smooth skin of Loki's back, as if he could ever forget each plane and dip.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

He almost stopped breathing when Tony’s fingers snuck under the hem of his shirt to touch bare skin. He could barely believe that, after all he had done, Tony still reached for him like he was something good and wanted. Not just wanted in a flurry of racing hearts and hormones, not just in the storm of lust that had so often drawn them helplessly, like magnets, together. This was too gentle for desire, a slow, leisurely comfort shared between mouths that knew each other’s shapes, hands that knew exactly where to hold. It was warm and easy, undemanding. He stole the offered sweetness with a patient hunger, taking his time to lick out Tony’s mouth as if he meant to leave no corner unsoothed. The hand resting in his hair let him know that the boy under him had no intentions of making him stop.

One moment there was a soft mouth at his collar bone, the next only breath, then words and eyes meeting his. Loki hadn’t expected an apology. Tony was the type who not only seldom believed he was in the wrong, but seldom understood or noticed the ways he was hurting people. It wasn’t as good as having him name the ways he had injured, but perhaps that was too much to ask. It was something. It meant he had his hooks in Tony, to hold onto him no matter what may come. Lose him? Never. A dry laugh fell from his lips. “I’d kill you first.” It had the tone of a joke, but… he wondered if he actually might consider it, should Tony try to leave him for good. How could he watch him walk away? How could he forgive being passed over yet again? He had lost control in the fear and insult of losing him before. His temper could be vicious when disrespected.

Somehow the boy found a way to forgive him his crimes every time, whether through understanding of the pain that drove him or, as he seemed to frame it, a desperate sort of addiction. Loki liked the thought that, even when Tony despised him and wanted more than anything not to want him, he couldn’t quit. And now, without anger to galvanize him, he was defenseless. Loki, too, had no will to resist the pull. Even the way Tony smelled him was thrilling, breathing in the salt of his skin like all other air was somehow less satisfying. To see someone so independent need him like this was enrapturing.

He petted Tony’s hair reassuringly, as though he had admitted to having some terribly inconvenient affliction. He ought, perhaps, to pity the boy, but he was too self-interested to do so. “Course it would. You’re mine,” he purred, laying an open-mouthed kiss to Tony’s neck and pressing his teeth into the skin as he pulled back. ”I can live with unfair,” he answered at last, “I’m not afraid. I have watched myself lose everything, myself most of all, and somehow keep on breathing. There is nothing you can do to me that would hurt worse than what I already experience.”

[whizkidstark]

Tony tilted his head back submissively, a sigh escaping his lips as he arched against that warm mouth that felt so familiar against his skin. "I don't want you to lose anything else. You don't deserve to keep losing things..." He cupped Loki's face and brought him back into a kiss, thumb sliding gently over his cheek. "I've hurt you so much already... I would understand not wanting all this again... I just can't make up my mind. It must be infuriating," he laughed weakly, but knew it wasn't something to joke about. He didn't mean to be yanking Loki behind him, not caring what happened while he was on Tony's hook.

He pushed all the complicated thoughts to the back of his mind, delving in more. He slipped his tongue into Loki's mouth, those thin, soft lips parting so willingly for him. He licked away the taste of pizza and faint hint of mint toothpaste until he couldn't taste anything else, before sighing soundly and letting Loki take control of the kiss. He was resting comfortably on his back, kissing the other teen unhurried yet passionate, throwing all caution to the wind.

"Lo... I need you," he whispered softly, not even sure himself what his words implicated. He swallowed thickly, looking up at Loki who was hovering over him, arms bracketing Tony on either side. He wanted for the two of them to sink into the warm of the blankets and pillows and cozy atmosphere and never have to come out. The world could just stop spinning altogether and Tony would've been completely content to be frozen in that moment of Loki, still so tentative and unsure even with the person he had been most intimate with.

[laufeysonreinvented]

In the end we were made to be apart, in separate chambers of the human heart

[laufeysonreinvented]

He rubbed Tony’s back slowly, rhythmically, hoping to soothe him away from the edge of tears. Loki was at a loss for what to do when people cried; he had so often done his crying alone, where his weakness would not be seen. His adoptive father had not been terribly forgiving of tears, though he doubted he’d have seen all that much sympathy from his murderous birth parents either. Projecting an image of strength was important, that he could not deny. But since little had ever succeeded in lifting his despair, he had no idea how to lift anyone from similar turmoil.

It seemed horribly selfish not to want to see Tony cry when the young genius had seen him fall apart more than anyone save his brother, most recently just hours ago when he’d tried to force his skin to shift with what amounted to heat torture. Shame burned down the back of his neck. He had made a poor example of himself indeed—weak, sopping wet and shaking on the floor of Tony’s shower. He couldn’t kick and scream at Tony when he was hurting like he did with Thor. All he could do was lean on him and try to sleep off the black poison brewing in the cistern of his heart. Sometimes, just knowing Tony was waiting with a hot cup of coffee or a cold glass of something stronger helped more than all the foolhardy words in the world.

"It wouldn’t be much of a sleepover if I took off on you, would it?" he answered, pressing a wry smile into the boy’s unruly hair. "In any case, Thor is likely watching for my return, and I intend to make him fret a little longer for his poor behaviour." The bourbon and the nest of pillows left him feeling exceedingly comfortable where he was, so he slouched down a little further and cradled his ex-boyfriend tightly. The twist of warmth and anguish in him was almost enjoyable. He could hold, but Tony was not his to call his own. He would get no answers tonight. Perhaps that was best; he was still worn thin from the energy it had taken to get here, and he had been taking poor care of himself in his grief. His best friend was dead, his ex-boyfriend didn’t trust him, and his brother was sick of dealing with his pain and wanted to foist him off on a therapist.

Holding Tony close, he couldn’t ignore the bitter counterpoint to the thrill it raised inside of him. You left me, he thought, you promised you wouldn’t and you cast me aside. And now you’re not sure what you want from me but you want something. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, gently rolling Tony onto his back and kissing him again. I hate that you’ll get it, whatever you decide you want from me. I hate what you do to me. You make me soft and weak and I can’t stay away. It was torturous ecstasy, having him so close, his hands and lips on this familiar body. If this was as far as things went, he would count it a victory. By hook or by crook, he would worm his way back into Tony’s heart. He would accept no less.

[whizkidstark]

A soft sigh slipped past Tony's lips as he tucked himself closer against his ex-boyfriend, smiling slightly. "Well you can hide out here from Thor as long as you want," he replied softly, knowing it probably wasn't an offer Loki was keen on taking, or that Tony was in his right mind to bring up. All he knew was that he didn't want Loki to leave. He still felt heart broken and so conflicted, curled up here with him, but he couldn't stand being without Loki. Maybe it was foolish to think he could stay away after learning time after time that it was so much harder to live without him.

"Thank you," Tony whispered softly, letting Loki lay him down on their blanket palette. He tilted his head back, meeting Loki's lips halfway. His lips were slightly chapped and caught against Loki's, but he couldn't imagine anything better. His hands slid up Loki's side, rucking up his shirt slightly so he could let his fingers graze over that smooth skin he had memorized with his mouth and across his finger tips. He sighed into the kiss, one hand sliding up so he could get a good hold on Loki's hair, wanting to show him that he was okay with this and this is what he wanted. Tony just couldn't say no to him.

"I don't know how to quit you," he admitted quietly between kisses, lips traveling across Loki's jaw and down his neck. He stopped there briefly, breathing quietly against Loki's neck, just inhaling his scent and taking him all in. "I still feel like this is all a dream. And I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone." Tony clutched Loki tighter to him, knowing all along he never could've changed his mind so easily. He was so set on keeping his distance from Loki long enough to fall out of love with him or find someone else that could be what he thought he needed. "This isn't fair to you," He stated, frowning against Loki's collar bone before pulling back slightly, eyes sad as he looked up at Loki in the dim lighting of the room. "Loki, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I ever did to hurt you, intentional or not. I can't lose you. There's no point in pushing you away when I know it would kill me to lose you."

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