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but they're gonna pay me

who: loki and billy (616)
what: billy is loki's hero.
when: dec
where: trixie, the club.
warnings: gay boys play gay chicken, how can anyone lose? #moonboyfriends

[ The basement, pub, and VIP area of Trixie are all bursting at the seams tonight owing to bad weather and the enchanted nature of the building to stay a toasty hub in the wintertide months. Hygge is ongoing which means a party spirit is in the air but, for once, Loki can't be found dancing or flirting with his patrons; he sits in one of the booths upstairs on the restricted first-floor, not an ounce of merry-making beyond the half-closed golden drapes where he sits behind a low table scattered with official documents pertaining to his accounts. A laptop has a billion tabs open and a half-empty chocolate milkshake stands forgotten while Loki, with the sleeves of a smart white shirt rolled up, hunkers over bills and spreadsheets and genuinely wonders if this is a fate worse than falling into the Void.

The godling rubs his eyes and sighs, head in a hand. Not for the first time his mind wanders to a dozen other things, places, and people, restless and unwilling to cooperate because there was a reason he hired Tim Drake to do this, the guy was wired for marketing and financial nonsense. The strict, unrelenting nature of it goes against every iota in his body that tries so hard to feign interest, scripted for chaos and tricks and all sorts of things that don't help him explain tax and net incomes and EBITDA. His horned helm lies at an angle on the far edge of the table but it may as well be an omniverse away for all that he feels like he's the God of Mischief. God of Migraines, sure.

He always did hate arithmatic ... in every lifetime. ]

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I know. [ To both, haha.

A triumphant smirk widens his lips and he tugs on the knees still in his grip to drag Billy closer with a single sudden yank, fitting them snugly together. There's a challenge in the tilt of his chin, still staring up, perfectly content to be the one beneath Billy when some of his more prominent fantasies aren't too far off. Even if Loki loves the idea of pinning the witch against the nearest wall, being pinned sparks a whole other set of desires. ]

Nico had a thing about my chest in particular, that's where he discovered I liked to be petted. [ Belatedly adding on the minor detail, ] As a fox.

( that's. definitely close, oh wow. it catches him a little off guard, hips to loki's waist, stomach pressed snugly against the other's own, hands still on his knees and what catches him even more off guard is loki bringing nico into it.

billy hums soft under his breath, moves forearms off of loki's shoulders and slides both palms down his chest instead. )

I have a feeling you enjoy being petted regardless of whether or not you're furry.

Doesn't everyone? [ His torso tenses, relaxing under the weight of roaming hands a moment later. Sensitive. ] Don't you?

[ One palm spreads on a thigh to anchor Billy where he is. A gentle poke finds his stomach to keep the teasing light but there's an undeniable stare locked onto him and his answer as Loki tips his head back on the booth. ]

Would I let you pet my legs like that if I didn't?

( answering questions with questions is generally loki's thing, but for today, it can be billy's, too. his hands move down until there isn't any skin left, until he reaches where his stomach meets loki's own. hands pause for a moment and billy hums under his breath before he's raising them both up to thread fingers through loki's hair, just above his ears. )

Edited 2017-12-11 06:02 (UTC)

[ With his dress-shirt ruined in creases underneath Billy's hands, Loki runs his own back over those thighs at the slightest hint Billy likes being pawed there, kneading his way higher to where love handles would be on anyone but a lean eighteen-year-old. His thumbs flick under a tshirt, rubbing absently at the smooth skin beneath.

The fact Billy is sly enough to be evasive but still go after what he wants (his fingers weaving through Loki's hair win the staring contest; Loki's lashes shutter and he parts his lips, licking them where they suddenly feel dry) is like a waking flashback to old yearnings. The whole reason he couldn't help but crush on him was that sharp wit paired with the prettiest face on a witch he could remember, the old memories he used to dip into for guidance (before becoming his own person and knowing better) never soured when it came to William Kaplan. Billy had never personally done him any wrong.

It's so attractive that Billy has not just the power of a reality-warper but the even rarer ability to tell Loki 'No'. He trusts him more because of that unshakeable core and it means more in moments like these, with Billy poured over his lap like hot cream and not complaining, because he truly wouldn't be there if it went against his morals or desires. They haven't even kissed but Loki's hips squirm on the suede couch as his cock twitches in his black jeans, trapped right underneath the seated curve of Billy's ass. He plays it off as a full-bodied stretch as best he can, yet his grip on Billy's hips is unrelenting, an anchor for which of them he no longer knows. ]

What I said about being treated like Kate? I lied. I don't want that. [ His tongue runs over his lower lip once more, slower and contemplative. Loki is so weak to his wants when they involve this man, it's almost a joke, so he intentionally keeps his voice steady as if he could be commenting indifferently on the weather. ] You can do whatever you want with me, Billy.

[ Even if "whatever" amounts to nothing more than the best unintentional cocktease Loki has ever had, he's down with that. So down. It's almost pathetic, he supposes, how easily he feels nervous and attracted in one breath. ]

( cool fingers slip under the edges of his shirt—pressing against just enough skin for billy to feel it without pushing much further and that’s almost enough to divide his attention from the task at hand. his fingers push through loki’s hair, thread their way to the back of his head taking tangles out along with the pull and he wins—the godling’s eyes slide shut, and billy momentarily celebrates his victory over the competition that hadn’t even been vocalized.

but the sense of victory doesn’t last long. not when his eyes are focusing down on loki’s mouth instead, watching his tongue slide across lips. he squirms, and billy’s flushing brightbright red at the press of—something. that’s definitely hard to not notice. there’s a moment where he starts to pull away, not uncomfortable against loki but uncomfortable with this. it sets fire to his own gut, flusters him in ways he’d never thought he’d be experiencing here, with loki. but rejection hurts even gods, and it’s—not what he’s intending. so he settles, tries not to squirm against loki too much in return because the absolute last thing he needs right now is to set himself off.

he takes a deep breath in instead, moves his fingers out of loki’s hair and sets palms down against his shoulders, uses that as his own anchor. an easy surface to push off of if he really feels the need. lips press together tight for a moment as he takes a steadying breath, before murmuring soft: ) We’re going to need to talk about this.

( billy wasn’t lying when he said the absolute last thing he’d want to do is hurt loki or teddy. but he’d be lying now if he said he didn’t want to lean forward and press his mouth against the other’s own. he doesn’t, not yet. but from the way his eyes focus down on loki’s mouth, pupils blown, it wouldn’t be hard to guess. )

[ Loki isn't so obvious about basic functions like breathing, that usually goes without saying, although he doesn't huff and puff. Each breath is shallower, steadier than the last, and ordinarily bright eyes are beetle-black with only a sheen of green around the edges as he locks gazes. ]

Can I have a minute where I touch you, before we do?

[ That's cheating, but. His fingertips glide under the hem of a tshirt to find the dip of a spine, circling in an endless infinity loop. ]

Just a minute.

( the rational part of his brain, the part that he should be listening to screams that this is an extremely bad idea, and he definitely should not tell loki yes. the other part keens at the idea of it—loki’s fingers running under his shirt isn’t helping any, tracing patterns against skin and making even the idea of telling him no seem absolutely ridiculous.

it takes a few moments for him to voice his response, head nodding as he stutters out between breaths: ) Sixty seconds.

[ Loki immediately sits up, without displacing Billy, and zeroes in on the line of his jaw with drifting lips that run all the way to the hinge, a cold delicate lick finding the tendon to a pale throat, slow and lingering. (His ears buzz with white noise, cravings deafening him
to the fact this isn't a great idea. No one on this couch cares.) Up Billy's back, black nails scrape higher with the same feathery restraint, gently scoring their way down again, lazy. As if Loki has all the time in the world, not a remaining forty seconds.

A quiet groan muffles in the curve of Billy's neck, committing every minute detail to memory, the roasting heat of his mortal body and soft hint of stubble underneath Loki's plucking teeth being his favourite. ]

( twenty seconds, that’s all loki needs to pull a low, needy whine out of billy. he’s not touch starved, never could be with how much loki hangs on him, how often those arms wrap around his waist and grip onto him, but it’s been a little while since he’s had contact like this--and despite how ill-advised it is, he lets himself go. trusts loki to keep to the time limit.

it’s hot, much too hot—heat spreading down over his neck, his shoulders, pooling in his gut and it really can’t be helped if billy’s hips squirm down against the godling’s own, can it? loki may not be warm himself, but he’s burning billy up. his hands stay settled on strong shoulders—he’s trusting loki to keep to it, but goddamn, billy definitely doesn’t trust himself. not when he’s reacting like this just from lips and a tongue moving against his throat, and a hand at his back.

still, he moans out a: ) God, Loki—

[ Forty seconds left not to talk, not to waste on words, but to use his restless tongue to his advantage and taste his way around Billy's neck and up the other side, teeth hooking on an earlobe for a nibble.

Billy's squirming and moans, these things prompt Loki's hips to rise and the now-harder line of a growing erection to find the seam of those worn jeans with insistent pressure. He likes the ache. Twenty more seconds of shallow grinding, mouthing at Billy's skin and losing himself in the noises he makes; ten seconds and he scrapes his nails down Billy's back to grasp his ass and hold him tight, molded as one, letting him feel through their clothes what effect he's having; five seconds and he swallows, regaining some semblance of equilibrium.

Sixty seconds are over and Loki returns his hands to the safety of Billy's hips, sinking back into the couch to put some much-needed space between them, disorientating as it is to stop. ]

Best minute I've ever ... spent in this club.

[ By no means unaffected, he steadies his shaky breathing with obvious effort and stares somewhere around Billy's spit-damp, reddened neck. ]

( loki likes the ache, but the ache is driving billy insane. he grinds up, and billy can’t help but press back down, keening and gasping at each press off teeth, at the dig of loki’s fingers in his skin, moaning when hands finds his ass and it may have only been sixty seconds, but fuck, it was almost enough. hands move back to his hips, a steady pressure that billy certainly appreciates but

he’s breaking his own rule, again. loki’s pulling back and respecting every barrier billy builds up but he can’t help but tear them each down because barriers mean absolutely nothing when his libido’s running rampant, his own length pressing against loki’s stomach more than obvious enough as to how he’s affecting billy. )

I can’t believe you didn’t kiss me. ( not like he’d wanted. not like he’d been thinking about since loki first mentioned it and caught him entirely off guard, flustered in the middle of a fucking holiday celebration because loki had to go off on him. billy gave loki a minute, but he didn’t speak for his own time limits—right? so he leans right into loki despite the distance he had been trying to put between them, presses a hard open mouthed kiss right to his lips. )

You want me to ... ?

[ That's so unexpected, somehow catching him even more off-guard because it's like carving the messy reality into something more meaningful. His mouth falls open under the slant of an insistent kiss and, time-limit be damned, the moan that startles into it is matched by an impulsive thrust from below, hands flying back to that tempting ass for stability, keeping Billy's weight down-and-forward. Loki didn't think he could get any harder but there it is, his cock is a long rigid line in his jeans and he doesn't mean to buck Billy into bouncing on his lap, truly there's no plan for that, it just sort of happens because the friction is so sweet. Rutting in a booth of his club with nothing but curtains separating them from other people wasn't intended but Hel if he'll stop now.

And Billy is still wearing the horned helm as Loki cups his face, wildly turned-on by the sheer sight of his witch's hair tumbling around his gold. Rasping into the messy kiss, his ordinarily smooth voice quavers, licking open-mouthed at that hot tongue. ]

Do you have any idea what you look like?

( would he really have given loki permission to touch him like that if billy hadn’t wanted it to melt into kisses? he’s--young, sure, makes some bad decisions sometimes, this one included. but billy wouldn’t let hands roam over him like that if he didn’t want every part of the person he was touching, loki included. it’s so--stupid, maybe. this is. kissing him, grinding against him, those hands on his ass are driving him absolutely insane; making out with loki’s definitely not a good idea, but here he is.

loki bucks into him, and billy’s moaning low under his breath again, trying to keep his voice down at the very least. keep some semblance of control. one of his own hands moves back, fingers wrapping around loki’s wrist to tug at it, tug his hand away because that’s. that’s not going to get them anywhere good any time soon. )

Hands off. ( it’s hissed between teeth, breathless, but he’s pressing into the next kiss anyway, latching teeth around the tip of loki’s tongue for just a moment. just enough for him to feel it. ) I don't. I don't know. ( he doesn't want to know. he feels like a mess; flushed and wanting. ) We--really do need to talk about this.

( probably sounds a lot less convincing when he’s still squirming down into loki’s hips though. )

[ 'Hands off' says Billy and Loki complies immediately, floundering with where to put them for a moment and then crossing them behind his head on the couch, giving Billy every ounce of control he needs. It's not like Billy stops moving, however, and that has Loki baring his teeth as he tries to be the bigger man and halt the way their hips roll ...

But he's not, so he decides to let this play out in whichever way suits Billy best, digs his heels into the floor, and continues rutting up in strong waves, all but stretched out underneath Billy for his pleasure. He's so good at riding, fuck. And he wanted to kiss Loki, which hasn't been mentioned since their last argument. Does that mean Billy's been thinking about him? ]

Let's talk about how you make me hard with a look and that I actually want to come, for once. [ The rise and fall of his hips is rhythmic, raising Billy each time. Loki begs more kisses when his tongue is nipped, whining. ] Let's talk about how much I like having you on top of me.

[ Because he really, really has a thing for this contrary, insistent witchboy. ]

( he has been thinking of loki, despite all rational pointing to don’t think about him. billy’s been thinking about how stupidly cuddly he is, how much he likes the feel of their hands together, how much loki drives him absolutely insane, pisses him off one second and noses through his hair the next. how absolutely responsive he is to every move billy makes, the stupid threats against people for no reason, his overly attentive behavior when it comes to billy.

it makes him hard to ignore, anyway. and fuck, he’s only making it harder. billy presses another kiss to loki’s lips, softer this time--and then another, softer still. the cant of his hips down slows, but doesn’t--quite stop, he doesn’t have that much self-control. )

No. ( that’s steady--the denial. it’s what comes after that wavers. ) I can’t--do this like that. ( there’s teddy who left him last billy remembers, loki right below him and shit, words are hard. ) I can’t--touch you like it doesn’t mean anything. ( but he’s still sucking loki’s lower lip into his mouth, nipping at it with a low, pleased sound. )

I can’t do this without figuring out what this is.

[ There he goes again, being way too good to Loki (isn't that why Loki craves him). Through the kisses he groans, unwilling to give those up when addicted to the taste and feel of Billy in his mouth, and with some extraordinary self-control after hearing "No" he pushes his hips back into the couch to still them there. Tension shudders through him from head to toe, a desperation to be just as good to Billy outweighing the considerable lust.

Loki sucks in a few steadying breaths (he should be the God of Abstaining after this, fuckfuckfuck) and despite a few involuntary twitches in his limbs and cock, Billy still being perfectly positioned, he holds himself back.

Dark green eyes seek out hazel, noses nuzzling. ]

Say No again, Billy. It's okay, we can stop if you're sure. It's okay.

( add that onto his godly resume. billy slows but doesn’t quite stop, still keeping over loki even if he’s shifting his weight up to balance up on his knees. he’s still impossibly hard, just thinking of what loki had been saying is enough to get a shudder running through his spine. he wants this, but he doesn’t know how any of this is supposed to work. this loki can’t leave here. billy doesn’t know if he can stay for forever. he wants to be better, do better than before, but he definitely--doesn’t want to hurt loki. or teddy.

still doesn’t stop him from being selfish enough to lean in for another kiss. )

I’m not saying no. Not--not entirely. Not like that. ( a deep steadying breath, then another; ) I like you, Loki. Sometimes you really piss me off, sometimes you do really stupid things, sometimes you open your mouth and I’m not really sure what comes out of it but--I like this you.

I'm saying lets slow down. Talk to me.

Okay.

[ Most of an expansive vocabulary has been whittled down to those two syllables. He releases a breath and lets his hips roll again, slower to match Billy, but he keeps his hands off him until otherwise instructed and just grips the back of the couch beside his head. He knows Billy is having a difficult time keeping his mind and body in sync and tries to be whatever he needs; it distracts him from the aching dick lodged in his pants. ]

It all means something to me.

[ Every small nugget of trust and affection is appreciated. ]

I can't think. I need, haaaah, to hold you ... B-Billy, this doesn't happen to me much anymore. [ Sticky kisses pluck from sweet lips where he murmurs, ] I can't pick out fancy words when I want to touch you.

Good. ( it’s murmured soft, coupled with another soft kiss, this time to the corner of loki’s lips. those hips roll up into his and it’s--hard to ignore, but definitely worth the effort, he thinks. ) I don’t want fancy words, I want honest ones.

( he pauses once more, moves a hand up to remove the helm because as much as he likes it, it’s getting a little in his way. ) Not that--words can’t be both, but. ( and this is definitely not a good time to be doing any of this, he realizes. it’s difficult to form even mildly complete sentences like this. billy's surprised loki's just--keeping his hands there. it's another moment before he realizes that it's because he told him to, which. only turns him on even more. he told loki to keep his hands off, pressed against him, is still grinding against him, and those hands aren't moving. he whines low, leans in with the helm in the palm of one hand to whisper into loki's ear: )

Do you want to go back to your room and make out? With our clothes on.

[ Billy talks so much that Loki isn't sure whether he has a kink fo me it or fantasising about buying him a gag. Both? Both, maybe. With Billy closer, the helm in a safe hand, Loki huffs a laugh and nods. ]

Hold on, then. Last time I teleported with an erection I landed in a ballpit.

[ Appropriate imagery was somehow his guide on that occasion.

Taking slower breaths, he wills them to his bedroom and does actually manage to get them there, although they land a foot over the bed and the fall jostles them around. Fortunately, Loki's bed is an endlessly hedonistic pit of furs and no one is in danger of rolling off.

It's darker here, the green flame that constantly burns casts the room in some murky mood-lighting, bits of green picked out in Billy's eyes. ]

Alright?

( he’s talking because he’s nervous, because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, where he’s supposed to draw the line now that he’s taken it, beaten it with a stick and thrown it into mount doom and fished it out to try and put it back on the ground where it was supposed to be, now full of holes and singed beyond recognition.

a foot over the bed isn’t terrible, especially since loki’s not on top of him and crushing him into the mattress. like this, it’s fine. billy laughs quietly, leans up to kiss the underside of loki’s jaw and sets the helm down on the mattress above their heads. )

If your hands go under my jeans, I’m teleporting you out into the middle of the jungle. ( there, that’s. that’s a good new line, right? it’ll work, for now. )

Fair. But, you know, there's still a layer of clothing beneath your jeans, so I wouldn't be breaking any new rules ...

[ That brief interlude of wonky teleportation has restored a few braincells, or at least given him the pause for breath he needs. Loki tugs at his button-down shirt pointedly. ]

Can I take this off, at least? Exchange it for a tee? It's strangling me.

I’ve got it. ( fingers wrap right in the fabric of loki’s shirt, giving it one rough yank before he’s murmuring a low elsewhere--because no one wants to deal with that shit. who knows where elsewhere is, but--he's sure loki has plenty of spare shirts, right? he can live without this one. and billy's making for exposed skin quick, running palms down loki's ribcage as he mouths insistently at his neck.

no need to replace it. there is another layer of clothing under his jeans, yes, but boxer briefs are much thinner than denim--and under his jeans was specific enough. billy really doesn't feel the need to explain that, so he hums low instead, licks a line just below loki's jaw. )

Edited 2017-12-11 12:27 (UTC)

[ Starting to think that his chest has been dipped in the alluring Dick Honey wax from the pools of Alfheim because, Hel, Nico and Billy are really into super smooth bods. He drops back on a bent elbow and finally pushes his fingers back through Billy's hair, arching up with a groan into those first few caresses, head tipped back to let Billy gnaw on him all he wants.

His legs shift and spread, although that only puts more pressure on his erection as the denim tightens. ]

Fuck. [ His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. ] Into the frottage, but ... can I unzip these? I'm too big to stay trapped much longer without it breaking off! I have briefs on, I swear, I'm not trying to sneakily undress. The jeans stay on.

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