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[ 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. ]

You being honest with me doesn't have anything to do with the God of Lies thing.

( he's having a feeling loki, gosh. the tongue, the kisses, those are also great, but clearly what's more important is the stupidly cute thing that just came out of his mouth. and being turned on has almost nothing to do with how warm his stomach feels now.

billy moves hands to cup loki's cheeks, pulling his face up and away from his chest so he can press another kiss to his lips. quick but deep. ) Because you should always be honest with me, regardless of what it's about. We're partners.

... Of course.

[ Of course he should be, he knows that any decent person would agree on the spot, but Loki blinks up at that very kissable face and wraps his arms around Billy to pull him down on top, reclining into the pillows. He nods, smoothing up and down a slender back. ]

I try.

[ If he ever does lie, it's for Billy's benefit ... and isn't refusing to lie about that now a worthy truth to offer up? ]

I know. ( he's been here plenty long enough to realize how much loki does try. noticed that the first day billy arrived, when loki tried harder than he had ever expected to get out of him. getting a promise not to be lied to would--be a lie. he has enough awareness to realize that. billy rewards him with another kiss, arms shifting to press down against firm shoulders to keep himself up. )

I trust you, ( much more now than he'd ever considered before. ) and I believe in you, Loki. I know you can do great things. That you're capable of so much. ( now he turns his attention back to the body under him, runs those same hands down, presses them along loki's sides, runs fingers down to his hips. ) And you're going to do better things than be a little shit with it.

[ Solemn and grateful for such loving, faithful words, a surprised laugh bubbles up when Billy starts pawing at him and speaks frankly instead. Loki threads his fingers through Billy's hair, abs jumping with each snicker. ]

But that's my designation, my thing! Should I scrap the other specifics and only be the patron god of beejays? Not to complain.

You can also be a little shit. But you can do stuff that's not just be a shit too.

( legs shifting to press knees down between loki's own, billy moves his weight up onto those, uses that so he can slide his way down and move lips over his stupidly well sculpted chest. )

What if I want to be the patron god of beejays?

Then you have my full confidence in your ability to usurp the title.

[ He tucks an arm under his head to prop up and watch Billy's progress, the drag of Loki's cock up against Billy's stomach and chest a pleasant sensation when added to the roaming lips on a southerly road down Loki's torso. Still hard and aching, he brushes back and holds Billy's floppy fringe put of the way. ]

I won't put up a fight.

( being the god of anything sounds like a bad time but it's fun to tease loki regardless. billy's trails tops once he hits the end of loki's ribcage, biting down hard into a bit of muscle before pulling back and murmuring a soft spell--one he's sure loki recognizes. lubricant coats the fingers of a hand that he slides down between his legs, uses the other to try and coax loki into raising up a leg. )

Then it's good I don't want it. Bend your knees?

[ Loki doesn't blush easily, his blood runs cool and it takes a significant effort to turn him the blotchy rosy shades that Billy inspires with such ease, no one else manages to have him pink from his ears to his chest just from prowling over him and sinking their teeth in: which draws out a gasp, a wrist covering his eyes.

Black-nailed toes curl in the expensive blankets and furs of their bed as he draws his knees up, widening their stance. His throat works to swallow a lump, anticipatory tension tightening the plain of muscles that Billy has been keen to worship. ]

You could be an immortal figurehead of anything, Billy, if you'd add a little apple to your diet.

( loki doesn't turn red easy; which makes every time he does shift colors like this all the more special, more noticeable. billy's--the opposite, bright red and flushed over the moment arousal hits hard, skin pink from his face down his chest. which. is why he absolutely enjoys watching how loki shifts colors. it's cute.

lips slide down a little further, pressing into skin just above the base of loki's cock, letting the swollen head brush against his face--nuzzling against it a little, almost. )

Is that what you want, Loki? A permanently nineteen-year-old boyfriend? ( there are as many downsides as benefits, billy supposes: an existence of never aging would mean never developing wrinkles. but it'd also mean watching all his friends grow old and die while he just. continued. he doesn't intend to leave here, but if something happened and he did--without loki, what's the point?

fingers slide lower, the tip of an index finger brushing against loki's hole, rubbing against it but not quite pushing inside, not yet. ) It's not nearly as catchy as forever twenty-two.

Don't care how old you are ...

[ Loki wants and he does so impatiently, sped on by desire and a certain fear Billy will be taken from him. That seems par for the course where Loki's luck is concerned. On the bed as Billy touches him, he arches and reaches out to grip the bed either side to steady himself at the sight of Billy so close to his cock, the caress of a finger setting the godling to squirming. ]

Is that the age you'd want to be, twenty-two?

[ Aroused as he is, he's still curious enough to ask. It's only a few years away ... ]

Maybe. ( if he was going to be eternal, he'd rather be eternal after he finished growing. developing. he isn't small by any means--an average height and an average build for an average teenager--but still.

billy's attention refocuses down on what's in front of him instead of possibilities still years away into the future. slowly presses his index finger inside of loki and shifts his weight to press against the opposite forearm as his chin tilts up, lips curling over teeth and jaw slackening to take the head of his godling's cock into his mouth. gives a soft, agreeable hum around the weight of him as he slides down, taking more in as his finger slides in deeper. )

[ If Billy didn't want to give Loki hope then he wouldn't have named an age at all, he knows what he's doing. Through their bond Loki radiates trust and arousal by degrees as he arches down onto that finger with no problem, groaning with the dual sensation of Billy's mouth making mischief over his cockhead. His mind races with the notion of having Billy forever, immortal and brilliant and powerful and gorgeous, an undying sweetheart. His dick throbs and he catches a moan in his throat around Billy's name, a hand flying into brunette locks. ]

More, I can take it. Open me up for you.

[ Breathy and bratty, he smiles down at him. ]

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