{"id":23919,"date":"2013-10-08T22:55:39","date_gmt":"2013-10-08T22:55:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/10\/08\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-mischiefandflyte\/"},"modified":"2013-10-08T22:55:39","modified_gmt":"2013-10-08T22:55:39","slug":"gadgeteerphilanthropist-mischiefandflyte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/10\/08\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-mischiefandflyte\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

gadgeteerphilanthropist<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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mischiefandflyte<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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\u201cShhh,\u201d she soothes, not even really aware of it. With Tony almost as much in her mind as she usually is in his, there\u2019s actually a feedback \/loop\/. She can hear him hearing her \u2014 it\u2019s bizarre. Steadily she unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips, even while she\u2019s absorbing and reflecting back both men\u2019s every emotion.<\/p>\n

\u201cHips, Tony,\u201d she murmurs, pulling his pants down, and it\u2019s just as Loki said: where ordinary bonds would catch, the fabric falls right through. She has to pause there, hand braced against Tony\u2019s hip, just to breathe deeply, reduced almost to the point of whimpering simply by Loki\u2019s eagerness and Tony\u2019s arousal.<\/p>\n

Finding some point of balance, she kisses her way from knee to hip and starts on the buttons of Tony\u2019s shirt, pausing again to shove her hair back over her shoulder and out of the way.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Good girl,” Loki murmurs. He shifts in the chair, his own pants increasingly tight, but that\u2019s part of the game. He gets up, still running the flogger through his hands, and climbs onto the bed at Tony\u2019s head. \u201cWell, Tony?” he says, bending to kiss his forehead. He can see how pleased the genius is already, but he wants to hear him say it.<\/p>\n

Putting the flogger down, but keeping it in mind, along with half a dozen other toys, Loki strokes Tony\u2019s hair, sinking his fingers in and tugging. \u201cHelpless and knowing what\u2019s coming. Is that nice? Do you like it?\u201d With his other hand, he snags a trailing strand of Summer\u2019s hair, running it along Tony\u2019s cheek. \u201cSugar and spice, but you don\u2019t know which is coming when.\u201d He pulls harder on the dark hair.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Tony wasn\u2019t really of a mind to be soothed, at that point.\u00a0 In fact, he couldn\u2019t imagine he could feel any further from \u2018soothed\u2019 (or soothable) than he did in that moment.\u00a0 Still, he hitches his hips up obediently.<\/p>\n

He was just getting used to the din of Summer\u2019s empathy, and then Loki is back, and for a moment Tony\u2019s breath comes out as a quiet whine, before he can help himself.<\/p>\n

He gathers up a few scraps of his composure.\u00a0 \u201cLookin\u2019 for some flattery, Lokes?\u201d he wonders, as he leans his head back while Loki tugs.\u00a0 His words are strained, but there\u2019s a smirk on his face again.\u00a0 \u201cGotta earn your keep, first.\u00a0 Right, Sunshine?\u201d\u00a0 The last is wondered almost innocently, as he loosely curls his fingers around his restraints, as best he can.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer can’t parse what Tony means, right now; she pushes the sides of his shirt aside and bends to finish kissing her way up his body. Purposefully, she avoids any known erogenous zones; no penis, no nipples, no marks around the arc. Gathering up the shirt, she works it up his arms and off; once again the magical bonds pass the fabric cleanly.<\/p>\n

She stops, there, the shirt crumpled in her hands and one knee pressed against Tony’s bare side. Stretched out between them, arms pinned over his head and forcing his back into a slight arc, Tony Stark is nude and beautiful. She looks at Loki.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

gadgeteerphilanthropist: mischiefandflyte: iamthefirechild: \u201cShhh,\u201d she soothes, not even really aware of it. With Tony almost as much in her mind as she usually is in his, there\u2019s actually a feedback \/loop\/. She can hear him hearing her \u2014 it\u2019s bizarre. Steadily she unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips, even while she\u2019s absorbing and reflecting back both men\u2019s … Continue reading <\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,199,1514,64],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23919"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23919"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23919\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}