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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?

[ Oof, hello wall. He ducks down to steal a lingering kiss, a smile quirking back onto his lips. ]

I trust you, Billy. I've never tried it before, perhaps it'll be the horniest thing since, ah ... me?

[ GET IT? HORNY??? He's hilarious. ]

( yes thanks, he does, in fact, understand loki's bad puns. it has a laugh rumbling out of him against those soft lips, grinning as he presses in close, grinds that soft stomach up against the curve of loki's dick. )

You can always break them if you hate it.

[ A brow arches up and he wraps his arms around Billy to keep him pressed close, the sway of Loki's body slanting into the pressure of one very adventurous witch's dick. ]

I'm starting to think you want to try them out here ...

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Nope.

( tilting his head up, billy presses a soft kiss into the curve of loki's jaw, nips on the skin soft before sliding himself down--another kiss to the center of his chest, and moves to push off of him. )

Just wanted to check with you first.

Well, I'm down with the funk. This will be sick!

[ Look at him and his new slang that he has absorbed like a sponge, isn't it wonderful? His arm slides around Billy the rest of the way to their room, tugging him in for a much slower kiss once they cross the threshold and the lock clicks. ]

( if anyone else had said shit like that, billy would have shoved his face into his hands and just. stopped. but it's loki, he's getting used to how ridiculous he is when he feels like it. the lock clicks shut, that's billy's sign for they're safe and not going to be up to shit where any of the sanctum's residence can find them in compromising situations.

and plenty of a cue for him to lean up into that kiss, arms wrapping around loki's neck as he opens up to him. presses in close, deepens the kiss to press right into it, tongue running along the ridges at the roof of the godling's mouth. )

[ Everything is going to be "sick" from now on, just wait. His new favourite word!

Not right now as Billy melts into him and is quickly lifted by kneading hands scooping up his ass, the kiss a languorous delight that distracts Loki from where his feet are taking them. Right onto the bed, sitting down with his back at the pillows and Billy splayed on his lap for Loki's newly freed hands to strip that tshirt off, ardent kisses licking their way back into a hot mouth as soon as the garment is tossed who-knows-where. And that waist, which Billy is so concerned about, he kneads the lovely softness collected there and runs his hands down to lean hips, making sure Billy knows every inch of him is desired. ]

( it doesn't matter where the shirt goes as long as it's off. frees up skin to press into loki's own. his lap is comfortable, and gives billy space to reach down between them, fingers grabbing onto the edge of the shirt still remaining between them to shove it up a stomach (up those nice, sculpted abs) to try and push it off, too.

the fingers at his sides don't go unnoticed, bringing attention back to his soft center, and billy's--leaning in close, pressing their midsections together. soft squishy stomach against those abs. )

I'm blaming you for this.

[ A murmured hum is confused, unwilling to stop kissing Billy when he tastes fucking fantastic after days of solitude but not following his meaning. Loki groans as he reels him in, palming his way down to the curve of a comely rump. Is Billy putting on weight? He feels perfect to Loki's groping hands. ]

'This'?

The disappearance of my abs. ( they're not kissing any more, that means billy gets to shove loki's shirt up and off of his body, too, fingers moving down to remove boxers covered in tiny mjolnir's next--weight raising off of loki just enough to take them off one knee and then the other. loki's slacks will have to be next. later, after he finishes palming his way down pecks and biting into his collarbone. )

I've been getting lazy. . some days I just want to stay around and lay in bed with you, for forever.

You're the silliest witch there ever was, and I'm counting Karnilla in that list.

[ Shirking down his slacks to kick off during Billy's hasty divesting spree, Loki sits up and cups Billy's flushed cheek, brushing through slightly overgrown brown hair. His arm drapes around him protectively and Loki nudges a nose with his own, his green eyes clear and entreating; the role of Boyfriend has many responsibilities, one of which is reassuring Billy's fears. All the more so because of the depressive straits the witchling finds himself in, not as often these days but with a certain regularity that Loki can't ignore.

He wills him to hear the truth, to put aside arousal for just a moment. ]

You're perfect however you choose to be, I could be offered a galaxy instead of you and I'd decline. Please don't concern yourself when, to me, you're always the most beautiful and brightest creature in the room.

( concern is a strong word for it--he's getting lazier but eating well, fat isn't something he's worried over; billy went from scrawny to fit-ish when he had decided to be a young avenger, started focusing more on becoming more able-bodied. he's fine as he is, even if there isn't much noticeable muscle to his midsection. billy's personal confidence issues have rarely stemmed from his appearance--there's so much other shit he worries over that his body's pretty low on the list.

but loki opens his mouth and proves for an additional time that he is an amazing boyfriend. that his stupidly skillful tongue is even better at words than it is actions, and despite how flushed he is, how deep that need to rut down against him sits, how much billy wants to throw into loki and lose himself--he pauses for a moment. lets a large, genuine smile spread over his lips, crinkles the corners of his eyes as he leans in to brush the tip of his nose into loki's own. )

You're an absolutely amazing boyfriend, Loki. I love you.

Aren't you lucky to be dating the God of Lies? I know when to be honest with you, my love ...

[ Loki takes his kisses down a jaw and neck, a long lick tracing lower to nipples which he lavishes attention on, nosing his way across Billy's heart to get to the other once one is appropriately wet and blushing. The weight of Billy's smile burns like the sun and he wants to be closer while hiding his own pink cheeks. ]

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