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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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[ 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.

( loki is the one who said he really liked being petted; billy’s only trying to help him out here. he snorts against the skin of his neck, shifts his weight back up onto his knees to make enough space between them for loki to reach his hand in between. ) That’s fair. I wouldn’t want you to lose it.

( he isn’t reaching his hands down though, fuck. feeling loki through layers of clothes makes it hard enough. billy leans up instead, presses his lips to loki’s own and drags his tongue across his lower lip as fingers dig into the soft skin of his chest, groping at flesh. )

You sound like you found your words again, if you want to try talking again.

[ Thank all the gods Billy agreed, Little Loki was starting to smart. Wriggling to put the zipper's maw out of harm's way, he sighs in relief and runs a hand up Billy's side, ruching his tshirt, then as his palm slides down he guides his hips to lower. He could live with that delicious weight over his lap again. ]

Uh, making out is so great, you're so cute inside and out that I want to irrationally punch all the Avengers ... Oh, wait, talk about feelings? [ Right, that was a thing. Stop getting so distracted by Billy's evil mouth and sinfully good groping when he brushes over a nipple, ohfuckyes. ] Yeah, ah, I have some of those for you, I guess.

[ A silvertongue in sex doesn't work this way. ]

( it’s fine, it’s cute, and billy’s smiling against loki’s mouth as he shifts his legs, pressing them down between thighs so he can keep most his weight on his knees and still grind down against loki’s groin. soft moans pass his lips at the contact, but like this is--at his pace; overwhelming, but notsomuch he’s lost his words just yet. )

I don’t think punching the Avengers would help your case any. ( an index finger pauses over loki’s nipple, pressing down against it for a moment before billy’s ducking his head down to follow it with his tongue. it’s fine, billy’s clothes are still on. that’s half correct. )

This won’t be a dalliance. ( they were just talking about this not too long ago, weren’t they? man that’s weird to think about. still, he’s latching his mouth onto loki’s chest just a bit to the side of where his tongue had been, nips gently at skin. )

[ A groan fills the room when Billy decides it's time to play with that lonely nipple and Loki drags his cock along a smooth belly, only the thin black cotton of his briefs separating the heat of it from touching skin-to-skin; the only place Loki warms up in a hurry, although his chest turns rosy wherever Billy's industrious mouth roams. ]

Nico said the same. [ He's sorry to keep bringing his friend up but there's a distinction Loki has to make, even when squirming as Billy treats him like a personal chew toy. ] I told him I didn't want this with anyone, then I argued with Jason and said I wasn't ready for another relationship. But I like you too, Billy. In that fussy, complicated way you mentioned.

I always did, albeit not so ... keenly.

[ Don't make him describe having a crush, that's cruel. ]

( explaining his crush is unneeded; he’s heard loki. . talk about it before, assumed he was being loki, but billy can understand social queues enough to get that it wasn’t that. he’s--not ready for another relationship either, really. probably shouldn’t be getting into this. teddy--left, sure. for valid reasons, albeit hurtful ones. and he comes back, as far as loki’s told him. this loki’s gone, in his own timeline, reborn as something else.

and these are all really complicated thoughts to be having while moving his mouth up loki’s chest and grinding against the bed. especially when loki brings nico into it, because billy doesn’t know where nico is on this.

billy raises his head, presses wet lips together. ) We can try, if you want. It’ll be fussy and complicated and hard, but--

[ He sits forward to steal an involved, hard kiss, teeth and lips and tongue as if he could imprint the magnitude of how much he wants Billy with his mouth. He strokes through brown locks, more chocolate than chestnut in the shadows of the bedroom, and kisses him again when he can't resist, bodies pressed together with willing participants on either side. That's an achievement of their own that no one else will ever fully understand.

Kiss-swollen lips trail along Billy's jaw, soft and warm-wet. ]

Does that make me your moon-boyfriend?

[ He has to make this a little silly, it's without definition and they don't really need one. But. ]

Sounds like AU fanfic territory.

( billy laughs; he really can’t help it. it’s soft and breathless, barely a sound at all but he’s--shifting forward, into loki, raising hands to thread fingers through loki’s hair once more. pulls him up to press another kiss to his lips, softer this time. )

You invited me to a party with more Asgardians attending than I would have ever imagined meeting before, and Ivar the Boneless. ( anything’s possible if you try hard enough? ) You can be my moon-boyfriend.

[ Calculating features soften, cheered when he gets hair-pets and kisses and smiles in return. ]

Moon Boyfriends are very responsible, you see, I've been researching it all this time you've been away, and ...

[ He hooks his knees over Billy's hips to better stop him squirming away and slithers down a hand to get his first grasp of clothed Kaplan cock with a pleased, root-to-tip squeeze. Loki licks his lips, then Billy's, an approving groan lodged in his throat as he kneads him through denim, seeking out the full length to cradle in his palm. There you are. ]

We take the best possible care of our lovers.

( this was all nice and cute until loki took it one step further and fuck. billy’s keening when loki’s hand presses against him, hips jerking into his hand without hesitation. it feels good--enough to distract him from the whole. attempting to converse thing. his gaze focuses down, to a patch of skin on loki’s chest as he. tries to find his words through the soft moans loki coaxes out of him. )

Oh really--?

( another moan, weight shifting up more onto his knees so he can. press harder into loki's hand. )

I'm--looking forward to it.

[ Nuzzling whichever part of Billy's face he can reach, lips or cheek or temple, Loki's grip is as sure as if he held Gram or Laevateinn, a swordsman's promise that he won't be letting go by accident. Precome dampens his own briefs just from getting to paw at Billy like this, the glow of the green flames highlighting the witch like an ethereal dream, sass and wit stifled behind a flushed pretty face. Perfect. The only thing that makes this even more erotic is how well he knows the godling attached to the hand pleasuring him. ]

Rough and fast or easy and slow? A blend of both? I'd love to watch you touch yourself sometime, it's been one of my all-time top shower fantasies for a while. I bet you're a little hard on yourself, hm? Like this ... ?

[ The meaty edge of his palm rubs firmly under what feels like the thick flare of a cockhead, fingers rolling up and down either side of the remaining ridge in Billy's pants. ]

( never before has he been so grateful and yet so annoyed by his pants. they're in the way, they're seriously causing some pain here, but despite declarations of moon boyfriends, going this far this fast is still. a lot. there's butterflies settling in his stomach from the talk of feelings, heat building up that he definitely knows what to do with, but billy's not quite sure how far to take this just yet. )

Oh fuck. ( that's loki's palm pressing against him, grinding into him, and billy's biting down on his lips to stifle the groan. no, he definitely hates his pants. they're his new worst enemy. there's a very noticeable stain starting just above where loki's palm presses as he shudders above him, moans. ) I'm gonna come, Loki, I can't--

Come for me, Billy, I want to see you do it.

[ Does it count as a kiss if he works a lovebite on Billy's neck at the same time? Point is, Loki can multitask, his other hand abandoning soft locks to run down Billy's back and return to his ass, hauling him into every thrust now that Loki is fairly sure he won't be told 'hands off' again.

Firm circles rub that damp patch in between strokes and Loki has to swallow the lump in his throat when he wonders exactly how much Billy needs this. Needs him. It's a little delirious, as experiences go, to feel precome through jeans. ]

You're all wet for me, I can feel it ... That's so cute, Billy.

( his jeans are ruined, he'll never be able to wear them again and it's not like he has dozens of jeans here, maybe two others--and now these ones are dead to him. they've betrayed him in ways jeans never should betray a man, but he supposes, in their defense, he betrayed them first.

it doesn't count, but loki's hand against his ass definitely does pull billy out of his inner monologue of jeans betrayal. approximately two seconds before loki's pulling him down into his hand, gripping tight to his ass, pressing his palm to his cock, mouth to his neck and it's more than enough to overstimulate billy.

billy's climax hits with a strangled cry, teeth digging hard into his lower lip to keep it as quiet as he can--habit, mostly--hips stuttering down against loki's fingers as he shudders, curses under his breath. give him a moment, he'll--pull himself together enough again. )

[ Kisses buss at a temple where Loki watches Billy come undone, the stain against his hand widening, stickier than before by the time his strokes have slowed to a gentle petting. He doesn't even need Asgardian strength to roll them sideways and get Billy on his back, grinning as he slides a hand under his tshirt and doles out soothing kisses to a jaw, poured over his side. ]

You're beautiful. Thank you.

[ For letting him have this, even if everything goes wrong on the future; Loki got to have Billy in his arms just the once and he looked exquisite as he lost his mind. ]

( he doesn't need it. especially not while billy's busy trying to reboot after a surprisingly intense orgasm achieved through his jeans. that was definitely a little more than second base, the jeans rule did nothing, he doesn't even regret it because fuck.

billy's breathing calms down only a little as he's rolled over, one hand moving to press over his face while the other scrambles to press over his shirt on top of loki's own. )

I--sorry? What are you thanking me for, I just-- ( came in his pants like a total loser, on loki's bed, over loki, while he groped his ass and oh shit moon boyfriends. ) Sorry, I don't. . uh.

( why is he even apologizing, loki started it. )

[ Chuckling, he laces his fingers through those covering Billy's face and holds his hand down on the pillows, thumb rolling in familiar circles on his palm that Billy may recall from minutes ago. No hiding! ]

Aye, the very cutest in the land.

[ A soft kiss tries to calm down those stutters, chaste and fond on the tail-end of Loki's murmurs. ]

but they're gonna pay me

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