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[ 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. ]

( billy's well-aware of what loki can take, that this isn't enough to cause him any unduly stress. stretching him out slow gives it's own rewards though, and he's intent on getting to those. billy turns his gaze up, watches loki carefully as he sinks a little lower onto his cock, tongue doing it's best to wrap around the ridge as he gives a soft, pleased moan, curls the singular digit he has inside loki in before slowly letting his hand slide back, dragging it up along sensitive walls.

impatience isn't going to win him any rewards this time. not after the shit he pulled on stephen's couch--again. )

That's not fair, you're playing the only mean card you have right now?

[ Complaining as he continues to pet soft hair and ride that single digit, he changes tactics with a whine. ]

Did you not miss me enough? I'll remember that and leave for longer next time a quest arises ...

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( rude. cute, but also rude. how does loki manage both those things at the same time? lips slide off with a quiet pop as billy shifts up a little, pushes a second digit inside along the first, spreading them gently inside of him as billy takes a moment to wet his lips, smiles soft. )

You brought the handcuffs, right? If you don't keep your hands to yourself, I'll have to use those, too. ( he'll show you mean. )

[ The handcuffs. He thought he could get away without bringing those up again but perhaps it's best he tries them out, he's tired of being apprehensive about such a tame kink. It doesn't seem a sexy notion in the slightest to have his hands bound, yet that could be the Old Man's memories bleeding though instead of his own. Those ancient traumas are nothing more than ghosts of memories, all they do is infuriatingly underscore his own experiences. Loki tires of fear.

The cuffs glimmer onto the bed while he distracts himself with Billy's ministrations, a shallow gasp leaving him as he digs his heels into the bed for better leverage, biting his lip and closing his eyes. It feels so good to have any part of Billy inside. ]

I do what I want ... and get my way too, apparently.

[ A breathy laugh breaks free, followed by a moan. ]

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No. You just think that you got your way. ( one is never enough for loki; two and billy can focus on teasing him, on the way he shifts and squirms under his touch. eyes fall to focus on what's in front of him rather than the expression on loki's face, keeping a slow, slow pace of his fingers; pushing into him inch-by-inch, fingers curling in before slowly pulling back until just the tip of his fingers are still inside.

while at the same time his mouth moves over loki's waistline, bites and sucks along skin before moving lower, opening his mouth as billy ducks down to drag his tongue along his balls, humming soft. )

I'm just getting what I want in a way that's agreeable to you.

[ Loki's laughter comes from his belly, delighted and deep. His smile follows Billy's progress, even as he shivers and arches up into the slightest illicit kiss between his legs. ]

What a surprise! I'm no longer the trickster in this relationship.

No, you are still definitely the trickster. ( lips press up the length of his cock, smearing wet kisses along skin, taking every other kiss to drag his teeth against skin--definitely not hard enough to hurt. just enough to remind loki they're there. he likes the taste of him, the laughter that passes his lips.

two fingers is plenty. his pace doesn't pick up any, but he does start spreading them inside of loki, stretching him out slowly. )

I'm just learning.

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You're a young sadist, never mind an Avenger!

[ He wants to keep touching Billy any way possible, combing through his hair and kneading at a shoulder whenever the ghosts of teeth threaten his cock, keeping him on edge. Loki's erection strains beside Billy's pretty mouth, just as wet and red as precome beads at the tip whenever he isn't being sucked off.

It's the fingering that keeps him a live-wire, every muscle from throat-to-navel contracting reflexively as he squirms, pushing down to feel the burn of each stretch. ]

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I learned almost all of this from you, Loki. ( so any blame he wants to pass around on billy's habits in bed, he can take on himself.

no drop of precome goes to waste; billy drags his tongue across the head of loki's cock whenever it threatens to drip down, scrambles his weight back up over the godling's body when he shifts to press a third finger against the ring of muscles, pressing in close as billy leans in closer, licks across his lower lip to spread the taste of come over his mouth. )

[ He huffs Then don't destroy your master, Padawan with his last stable breath, finding he loses focus very quickly as Billy starts to loosen him up in earnest and steal his attention to baser thoughts, like how long Billy is going to wait before taking him. Loki presses his lips together but a mewl breaks free, morphing into a hiss as he rocks down on three fingers, willing his body to take them.

It's all such a sensual blur that he anchors himself to the taste of salt that Billy spreads over his lips and pushes into his mouth, muffled moans the witch's reward as Loki's arms come to drape around his neck, pawing up into already messy hair. ]

( billy hasn't had him like this, often. he remembers numerous times when loki's had his way with him, broke him down into begging for him (please, loki, i want you)--he remembers when loki rode him, how satisfying it was to get to keep his eyes trained on the godling above him as he moved with the kind of grace billy himself could never pull off.

he wants to tease loki in the same manner, wants to drive him over the edge, over and over and over again. wants to hear his voice as he strains to keep himself together and as long as those stupidly talented hands keep mostly off of him, billy's sure he can handle it. fingers keep a steady pace, moving inside of loki and curling in him just right to rub up against his prostate on every other thrust, tongue pressing into his mouth and tracing over teeth, over loki's own tongue. careful to keep his own hips up and away because billy knows he's going to crack under stimulation.

because despite his best intentions he still has the endurance of any other nineteen year old. )

[ A cry parts the ardent kisses that Loki could otherwise drown in, over-stimulated but unable to come as Billy toys with him and sends white-hot pleasure rushing through his veins. He whimpers and clutches at Billy's back, grasping his way down to a hip as he tries to grind up and seek relief for his cock. Billy is too far away. ]

Please, please ...

[ Thin and reedy, his ragged voice begs against Billy's shoulder. Lashes flutter. ]

I need you.

I know. ( it's spoken with a confidence billy doesn't. usually have, murmured against lips as he presses in close to loki. listens to the noises he makes that sends shivers down his spine, goosebumps raising along the back of his neck.

maybe he isn't over teddy, yet. maybe there will always be a piece of billy that refuses to give him up--but that doesn't mean he loves loki any less, and it's that love that he sends through their bond as billy pulls out his fingers, murmurs another soft spell to coat his fingers in lube once more and stroke himself, hissing at the sensations running through is cock.

too much, almost. but he manages not to lose his cool. )

Can I--trust you to keep your hands on the headboard?

[ Loki's head hits the bedspread as he squirms, too empty and cloying to Billy like a burr. Will he promise to hold onto the headboard? ]

Yes.

[ Will he keep that promise? Absolutely not, but by then Billy should be deep inside and he has faith in his long limbs and Billy's natural weaknesses to win out in Loki's favour. He nods, watching Billy slick himself down the length of their bodies, their bond a burning flame warming Loki's cool blood. ]

Take me, William. I'm yours.

( as if he could hold out on loki at all when he's already like this. hard and aching and desperate, needy. despite his cooler temperature, loki knows how to ignite flames--and he's already gotten billy too hot to try and pretend he's feeling otherwise.

a lube-slicked hand moves to press to the underside of loki's thigh, lifting it up and pressing it against loki's chest--over billy's shoulder. enough for him to get a good angle to push in with before he moves to do just that--cockhead pressed to his tight hole, slowly slipping in as he rolls hips forward.

and that's it. that's all it takes for billy to crack under the pressure, giving a choked off moan as he slides in deeper--slow, because he definitely doesn't want to hurt him, but-- )

[ The squeak that leaves him is involuntary, biting a lip as he keeps his gaze fixed on Billy's expression, that breaking bliss over beloved features, proud to be the reason for it and equally desperate. The knee over Billy's shoulder squeezes as Loki tries not to tense up and has to somewhere, his grasp sliding down to the firm curve of an ass to drag Billy in right to the root, gasping thinly. Loki is loud, loving the way Billy forces him to stretch around his cock and unashamed to let the world know about it. He can't stay still. ]

There, fuck me there, you know how I like it.

That's--the opposite of keeping your hands to the headboard. ( jesus fuck loki, that was fast. billy can't help the way his legs tense up in response, toes curling in as he's pressed deep inside of him. it's--tight, hot, slick and it takes a good few moments for billy to pull himself together, a hand scrambling to the side where loki had left the cuffs and grabbing onto them by the chain, raising it up to wrap one cuff around one of his wrists.

since he clearly can't keep his hands to himself. ) Let me--I've got it.

[ Nuzzling up a neck, he hooks a leg around Billy's waist and uses it as leverage to start undulating beneath him, clenching hot and wet around that pretty cock, his remaining free hand pawing up a ribcage. ]

Don't you want my hands on you, hmm? All over you, I could fuck you right back with my fingers while you're having me.

I'll die. ( no, he won't. but he definitely won't last long at all like this if he's got too much stimulation on both sides. loki's already too much too soon and billy can't help but thrust down into him, shoving his mouth against the side of loki's head to try and muffle out the needy whine that tries to escape. his fist keeps a good grip on the chain, even if billy isn't quite reaching for the other wrist yet. )

You're--fuck--( weight on his knees and billy's carefully sliding his unoccupied hand between them, palm pressing flat against loki's chest. nails digging in as he grinds down into him once more. )--all over me even without hands, I can't--

[ A sharklike grin flashes, pressing kisses into soft hair and over the shell of an ear. Even with restraints so close by, Billy is near hopelessly lost in Loki who soaks up that ego-boost with immense satisfaction. He coos warmly behind that ear, rocking up to meet the slightest grind so as to destroy all of Billy's plans and get him moving, momentum mixed with delirium. Sweaty fingers slide down the crack of Billy's ass to rub firmly over his neglected hole, slow and reverent. ]

That's it, just let go. Fuck me because you need it, love, be selfish. I know you, Billy, [ Loki sighs, bucking suddenly as he cinches in the leg about a waist, ohohoh, licking his lips as his tongue weaves a breathy whine, ] you love to get your cock stroked off inside my ass, don't you? You love being milked. Sucked dry, pouring in your dirty come to fill me up. Will you do that now? You can come first. You'll be hard again soon, and I want it all.

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