#firstpublishedfanfic

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So this is the first fan fiction I have ever written as a prompt and most definitely the first I've ever put on here. Many thanks to elementarydata for the prompt :D

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'Why are you staring at me?' Emerald eyes locked onto blue. Teeth bared in a feral grin.

'Because dear Thomas, you look good in that suit. And its making me want to tie you up and keep you here, instead of you going out', Loki purred. Tonight was going to drag for him. He needed something to make it more interesting and ideas were starting to bounce around his head. 

Tom rolled his eyes and adjusted the bow tie around his neck.

'You know I have to go out to work darling. If I had my choice I'd stay here with you and you know it'. In the mirror, Tom noticed Loki's pupils were dilated so much that the green had almost disappeared from his eyes. That was never a good sign. That usually meant that they'd have a night of passion, followed by an aching or sticky Tom soon after. And Tom really didn't need that tonight as much as his body appeared to argue otherwise.

Loki rose from the sofa and moved across the room to stand behind Tom in front of the mirror. He'd pounced on an idea and was set of seeing it to fruition. 

The mirror showed them what they already knew. Although one was blonde and the other brunette with different eye colours, they were identical. Their sculpted cheekbones cast shadows, their lean bodies fit against each other perfectly. Their bodies moved in a symmetry that bypassed just looks.

When Tom moved, Loki moved. When Loki moved, Tom moved. Like magnets, they were attracted to each from the moment they met. Tom called it narcissism on Loki's part, seeing as he was the one who sought Tom out. Loki just called it appreciating perfection. And it was.

The quiet days of conversation and affection gave way into nights of passion and adoration. Tom lavished attention on Loki and while Loki also returned it, Tom was always the one who wanted to please. Not that Loki didn't want to please Tom, it was just that he never got a chance.

Loki felt that tonight the roles would reverse.

He ran his hands down the firm panels of Toms chest down over his stomach, resting them lightly on the waist band of Toms trousers. Toms breath hitched slightly at the contact.

'Darling, as much as I want this, we can't. The car will be here in 5 minutes, I have to be ready to leave'. Loki grinned at placed numerous kisses along Toms jaw and neckline.

'5 minutes? Plenty of time to play and get ready' he purred, nibbling on Toms ear. He slid his hands under the waistband of the trousers and boxers. Tom was already hard.

Tom groaned at the feeling of Loki's hand grasping him firmly. He bucked into the hand trying to gain friction, but Loki held onto his hip with with other hand with an iron grip.

'Don't move'. Loki moved around to Toms right and then rotated him so they were standing face to face. He continued to run his hand gently over Toms cock, greatly frustrating Tom who longed for more friction. Tom started to reach for Loki, but Loki grabbed his hand.

'No, no. Tonight things will be a little different'. Tom quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing as Loki gave him a chaste kiss before falling to his knees. He quickly pulled down the trousers and boxers and then took Tom in his mouth. Tom gasped and grabbed hold of Lokis' hair. In the mirror he was greeted by the image of Loki on his knees before him with his cock in his mouth and him with a flushed face and glazed eyes.

Loki hummed, sending vibrations racking through Toms body, before quickly moving his head along the cock in his mouth. The speed was too much for Tom, but Loki didn't seem to care. He lavished attention on Tom; running his hands along Toms thighs and hips, while working Tom to the brink.

'You need to - slow down! If you - don't - you'll - break it!' Tom gasped. It truly felt as if Loki was trying to suck his cock from his body. But it felt too good andsoon a feeling of pleasure began to build in the base of Toms spine. All it would take was a small nudge to send him over. His hands were buried deep in Lokis hair, his headwas slumped onto his chest. His thighs were tensed like a coiled spring waiting to release.

'Loki, please!' Loki who was thoroughly enjoying the state Tom was in decided to stop his 'suffering'. He grabbed the base of Toms cock and began to move it at the same pace as his head.

It took three strokes to send Tom over the edge. Seeing white, he threw his head back in a silent scream. Loki worked him through it, taking everything he had, while wrapping his arm around Toms legs to stop him from falling. 

Tom brought his head forward, gasping for air. 'You - bastard. You, complete, and utter bastard. Now look what you made me do'. But there was no malice, only a smile.

Loki shrugged and rose to his feet, a grin paying on his lips. His kissed Tom gently. 'I told you there would be time'. He waved his hand to clean Tom and rearranged his clothing.

Tom brushed his fingers along Lokis' length. 'I can help you with that if you like', he said quietly as he kissed the corner of Lokis' mouth. Loki smiled but shook his head.

'The car is waiting for you. I can wait till later. They can't'. Tom frowned and was about to argue, but Loki silenced him with a kiss. 'Go. I'll be waiting here until you get back'.