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( they don't have to be anywhere else, they have all the time in the world to lay here on the couch sofa intermingled. neither of them have responsibilities outside of this, outside of each other, not now. and that's what makes this so addictive, the feel of loki against him. knowing that the entire world can be passing by them and they don't have to bother with it.

loki tastes like bacon which is. weird as hell to think about, but not inherently bad--and billy's leaning up into it, giving soft pleased sounds into the kiss, running his own hands down the godling's neck, over shoulders, back up to his cheeks, back down again because it. feels nice. he likes it.

for a little while longer, until fingers are reaching to hook into his hair and pull him back a bit with a soft laugh. )

We should really stop meeting like this--on Strange's couch.

But the couch is our true home. One day we'll be floating through the cosmos as nothing more than atoms, then end up sitting on this couch as it soars through the endless everything of nothing ... Our little atom-hands will touch.

[ Slumped half-on and beside Billy so as not to crush him, Loki tosses the hair out of his eyes and recounts their not-future in all its not-beauty. His neck tingles with the phantom pressure of Billy's hands. ]

Then we'll know each other again for the first time in a billion years.

( laughter bubbles up from the back of his throat, fingers shifting in loki's hair to grab onto the strands closer to his face, brushing those back to keep it out of his eyes. he presses one last kiss to loki's lips, accents it with a loud muah. )

By the time you and I are nothing but atoms on the wind, this couch is going to be less than dust. But it was a very cute story, I'll give you points for it.

You don't know that for sure, many things float through the cosmos with no explanation. Like Zunes.

[ The most serious face as he nibbles on those tempting lips. ]

And Odin.

[ BADUMPSSSH. ]

There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for Odin, but Zunes, on the other hand. .

( why are zunes a thing. and these kisses are plenty nice, enjoyable, but--he's shifting to try and push up into a sitting position. )

What time did you get back?

Three hours or so ago. You looked peaceful.

[ He props up on an elbow to kiss Billy's shoulder, lips meeting a tshirt that he noses against a moment later. His arm drapes around Billy's middle and Loki does the same with a leg over a thigh, keeping him from leaving. ]

I met Stephen at the door where he reunited with his magical rag.

( if being trapped under loki is his prison of the day then so be it. billy can live with this, even if he pulls a sour face in response--nose wrinkling, and lips pursing as he turns his head to eye the thing attached to his side. despite appearances, he's comfortable enough not to throw a fit over it. and his own hands raise up to wrap fingers around loki's forearm, holding onto him. )

You know most people find being watched in their sleep super creepy, right?

I was there three minutes, tops.

[ It's not the first time he's creeped on Billy and that doesn't even have to include That One Time He Screwed Up, either. ]

I wake up at night, you know. You're always right there.

Because I live there.

( maybe not officially but unofficially billy kaplan definitely takes up as much residence inside of loki's room as the godling himself does. he twists around a little in his arms, moves onto his side so he can face him. )

You look pretty harmless when you're asleep.

I'm always harmless, how dare you.

[ Except for when he's snuggling in underneath Billy's chin and kissing his way up his neck, then he's quite devious. Has he shrank? No, that's just Loki squirrelling in as close as possible. ]

Oh, please. We both know that's entirely untrue.

( loki isn't harmful but he's far from harmless. especially when he's being devious. one forearm presses into the couch, keeps him sitting up enough while the other--moves to run it's fingers along the godling's spine, pressing into every knob on their way up, rolling soft over muscle on the way back down. hums soft in response to every kiss. )

What were you playing?

Playing? Oh, out in the woods? Nonsense, whatever was stuck in my head.

[ His forehead drops to Billy's shoulder, eyes closing as he enjoys the caresses up and down his back. He slides a hand under the hem of a crumpled tshirt, palming at a warm abdomen and belly. ]

Er, do you mean on the console? Zelda.

( loki's touch is addictive; the way he runs his hands over billy's skin, the weight of him pressed close even if he isn't--putting any of that weight directly onto billy. he's merely resting against him, tucked in close, hair tickling against a shoulder and--

this definitely isn't the place for this, even if it isn't the first time they have done something like this. stupid loki and his nice everything. billy arches his back, presses up into him as fingertips dig into the curve at loki's waist. )

I really need to--start working out again. I'm getting softer. ( around his middle, as reminded because loki keeps touching him. )

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[ The fingertips kneading along his back are pure encouragement so he scrapes lightly from sternum to hip, mapping Billy's body with gentle caresses up and down, a tshirt bunched on Loki's forearm. He missed him, the quips and complaints and laughter, and now cares not for Stephen's couch but marking a lovebite in the curve of Billy's throat, sucking and biting just enough to soothe and pinch alternatively, cosied up enough that he can pin his shorter lover to the cushioning behind and squash him between a pillow and himself. ]

What do you need to work out for, don't I keep you safe? I like you soft ... [ Billy may not be sculpted like the scrawniest godling but he isn't undesirable, skinny by any estimation that Loki can conjure as he pets him. If Loki wanted someone vain he would have courted Fandral seriously. ] You know I crave you above all others.

( before, he might have complained about loki's teeth digging into his neck. bitched about the marks, about them being left where his shirts aren't going to cover them because that--gets annoying. it's no longer scarf season, and while being with loki isn't a secret, walking around with noticeable hickeys is still. .

now he doesn't say jack shit. just tilts his head back a bit, hums soft as he hooks an ankle around loki's calf, tries to pull him in closer while his eyes keep watch on the room's entrance. just in case. )

Even if nothing needs avenging, I'm still an Avenger. ( and avengers aren't soft!! hands slip around to loki's front, palming up his stupidly well-muscled chest, over those abs. ) And I'm not going to let you show me up.

[ With Billy keeping an eye on the door, Loki lets some of his weight press him into the couch hip-to-hip, a satisfied rumble in his chest meeting Billy's neck as the godling works on making that bruise a shiner. It'll be there for days, reminding everyone Billy is taken.

Loki arches into the caresses and hugs him close with an arm draped around Billy's waist, giving him something to move against. A little feverish just to feel him too, rutting with only a slow-burn simmer of lust.

Loki licks a thin, cool line up to an ear where he nibbles on the shell. ]

Later, maybe you could avenge you way inside me.

( a bright bruise on his neck, bitten clearly into flesh and left behind because loki's a possessive little shit, and billy doesn't--mind it. not much. not anymore than the teeth to his ear don't; it gets a stronger reaction out of him: hips shifting up to press into loki's own, grinding into him with a soft sigh under his lips that breaks into a moan.

it doesn't take much to get him going anymore--and loki's gotten very, very good at getting him excited. fingers slide into the indents of abs, nails gripping onto skin as he gives a low, sultry hum. )

I'll--get inside you, but you've gotta move off of me first--bedroom.

You got all worked up without me, hmm?

[ Not that Loki can talk, but he can't resist settling over Billy like a missing puzzle-piece and working him into the couch with his hips, a slow drag kneading two trapped cocks together behind pyjamas. Wonderfully maddening friction. With Billy's moan sending all the blood rushing between Loki's legs, he continues teasing a sensitive ear with dirty little licks and nips, sliding a hand beneath a waistband to get a handful of that cute ass. ]

Sex is considered exercise, I'm happy to help.

( loki started it. he completely, 100%, started this and he knows it. billy--only has so much resistance to his touch, to the feeling of him rolling and rutting and grinding down against him and all of his resistance is gone. killed under the touch of a slick tongue, teeth, and loki's stupid shitty voice.

legs spread to give him more room to work with, heels pressing into the ground to help roll himself up, to press in closer. billy's attention slides away from the door, instead focuses entirely on the godling on top of him, on he way he moves. )

Sex is cardio, it's not--going to do anything for my abs. ( or lack of!! )

[ It's certainly a pleasure to see how a silkier tone can get underneath Billy's skin with minimal effort, not only for Silvertongue reasons. Loki tilts his head thoughtfully, then brings his knees up to settle either side of Billy's waist; he is most definitely shucking down his slacks, taking out his erection and leaning down to press it between a belly and his hand, trapped when he starts to rub off right on Billy there in the middle of the lounge. His cock is heavy and hotter than the rest of him, slicker after a few moments of nuzzling Billy's lips and rocking with purpose.

Unavoidably, his voice drops lower. Lashes flutter over darkening green eyes. ]

Your abs seem just fine to me ...

( at least billy isn't wearing any slacks. the boxers are loose enough not to make him uncomfortable as they tent up, groaning half in embarrassment and half in pleasure as loki just. strips. right there, in the lounge, in stephen strange's sanctum, in a room they shouldn't be pulling this shit in but this isn't even the first time and he's so fucking,

gone. lost under the pressure of loki's touch and the weight of his dick against his stomach. billy presses his hips up, tries to get him in closer even as he's huffing and scowling at him. the--irritated twist to his face really doesn't have as much effect as he'd have hoped for, not with how flushed his cheeks are getting at the same time. )

I thought you were going to bring handcuffs.

You want to play?

[ That can be done, although it means (with great reluctance) Loki sits up and swings a leg off Billy to stand at the side of the couch and offer a hand, idly tugging up his waistband. With Billy's navel as slick as it is in godly precome, it's no surprise when a damp patch stains the front of Loki's pants. Flushed, he jerks his head toward the door. ]

Come along, then. Let's try out this kink of yours.

[ Somewhere behind locked doors, at last, purely because Loki hasn't tried it before. Mildly apprehensive. ]

( yes, good. his plan in getting loki off and getting him to move has been successful. and that's really more than half the battle, isn't it? except. getting loki to move means he has to move, too. the sticky patch on his stomach gets ignored, hidden under the loose t-shirt after billy manages to tug that down a little better. gets to his feet, a hand moving to grab onto one of the godling's own. )

You mentioned it first. Sometime after you said you wanted to have me on Noh-Varr's ship. ( look billy's not a great boyfriend but he can remember stuff loki said he wanted to do.

and drag loki off towards the room which was his real goal here. )

[ He wrinkles his nose, swinging Billy's hand as they hurry through the Sanctum. ]

Don't remind me what I've said, retrospect is a fool's lense.

[ A glimmer of green shimmers in his free hand; the handcuffs are dangled for Billy to see, two sets in metal lined in soft silk. ]

Are these what you were thinking of?

( it's not as if he really had any idea what kind of cuffs he was thinking about putting onto loki when he considered putting cuffs onto him. billy--just nods his head, twists round mid-hallway to shove a hand against loki's chest, trying to push him up against the hall's wall. )

We don't have to do anything. I just thought--since you said you wanted to?

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