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[ 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.

Edited 2018-04-29 22:24 (UTC)

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. ]

Edited 2018-04-29 22:49 (UTC)

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.

( loki does know him, and it's--pissing him off, more than a little. how easy he cracks under pressure, how easy he falls under those honey-laced words. he's doing it on purpose, aiming to watch billy crack under the pressure and fuck, loki's winning. he can't concentrate when he's busy getting overwhelmed by sensations--fingers at his back and loki's ass taking him in deep, grinding against him, pressing so close billy's sure he's going to lose it. he takes a deep breath in through his nose, keeps up the pace of shallow grinds against him, pauses, and-- )

I know you too, Loki. ( breathy, barely-there words but he manages to keep from stuttering all the same. the hand against loki's chest pushes up, slides down the length of him to grab onto his still-free wrist to try and yank it away from his ass. steadies himself a little before pulling words together again. ) You--like watching me crack just as much as you like being cracked open. ( wrist in hand and he's shifting to press a rough kiss against the godling's lips, muffling out another pleased sound against them, snapping his hips down as he lets just a little of his magic eke free. ) It's my turn.

[ Not many people can surprise Loki. He can count them on one hand, in fact, which is why he eases into Billy's new, confident kisses so eagerly, only very mildly annoyed to be caught out but immensely pleased to have it be the man he loves. Isn't Loki clever for picking such a clever mortal? He thinks his taste has vastly improved since lives past.

The tricksy, lurid words drip away to nothing, leaving him in a deep state of respect and trust as Billy manoeuvres Loki's remaining wrist away. He nips at a lip when magic sparks unexpectedly, cock twitching. ]

... You win, Billiam.

( the choked laughter he gives in response should be plenty to speak for itself; loki never ceases to surprise him and mildly annoy billy at the same time and he loves him for it. billy's never bored with him, always pleased to have loki's attention (his hands, too, usually) on him--even if putting that into words isn't quite as easy. )

If you keep calling me Billiam I'm going to go soft. ( no, no he won't. but he's taking loki's wrist, moving it up to the headboard where he wraps the empty cuff around wood and tries to wrap the cuff around his free wrist. ) Behave yourself, I'm trying my best.

( and shoving his tongue down loki's throat, magic laced around his tongue. )

I always behave ...

[ Billy's laughter is all Loki wants to listen to until the end of time (whenever that comes around again), nuzzling a cheek as best he can while ignoring the clink of metal snapping shut. The delving kisses keep him preoccupied as he tests the restraints, getting a cramp in the leg bent over a shoulder and trying to slide it around Billy's waist with the other so his balance is better off when his arms are pulled back. It's annoying, as kinks go, but so far that's all he experiences. Magic threads over his tongue onto Billy's, carrying a moan. ]

Move, please. I can't bear this waiting.

( i always behave and billy's laughing again, shifting knees forward a little to press closer, a steadying hand on loki's hip as he starts to move inside of him--giving himself the time to gather himself helped enough, hips beginning to move to a nice, steady, slow pace--pulling back before grinding in forward, head of his cock pressing up along loki's inner walls before he's rolling himself back once more.

slow, but comfortable. not overwhelming on billy's part even if it feels too good, and gives him plenty of space to focus on running his hands over loki's body, groping along pecs, fingers one one hand wrapping around his cock to stroke him in time with each thrust. loki likes the taste of his magic, too--so billy provides that with what concentration he can hold--fizzed fingers gripping onto his cock, thumb flicking over the head of loki's erection, magic-coated fingers digging in to the skin of his chest. he may be inside of him, but his attention is fully focused on pleasing loki. )

Love you.

[ Billy may not be the smoothest lover in the galaxy but he has a certain finesse when it comes to dealing with Loki in particular, knowing (just as he says) how to keep him aroused with flecks of intimately conjured magic and a drawn-out rhythm from generous hips, both factors enough to keep the godling writhing even without the obliging fist that surrounds his rigid cock. The nails make his arms jerk, forgetting he can't touch him back, and he growls to try and bury the uneasy feeling in his gut.

Loki lets Billy's love wash over him from their bond, relaxing as he concentrates on it. ]

I ... I also, ah ...

( it's nice to not be overwhelmed, for once. still whemled, but not--pushed to the point that he can't think. can't focus on the body below him. loki always reaches to overload billy and he--likes it, hell. it'd be lying to deny it. he likes the push and shove being with loki brings him but he likes giving it, too.

billy lets his mouth slide lower, bites his way down the line of loki's neck with enough magic to make marks stick--at least for a little while. he wants to see bruises on his lover's neck as much as loki likes covering billy in them. and hips never quite stop, even if he stutters in his pace every few thrusts, needing to take a moment to breathe so he doesn't lose his shit again. his fist never pauses around loki's cock, even when the pace does start exhausting him; he wants to keep his godling on that edge, one he, too, enjoys. )

I--don't want to be selfish, with you. Not now.

You're not, you're d-doing so well.

[ If only Loki could ignore the fact he can't touch him. Everything is such a lovely balm, arousal coiling tightly in his gut whenever Billy's thick cockhead rubs deliciously over a prostate to leave Loki making soft noises that would humiliate him elsewhere. It's so good, this wholesome relationship that fills him with something other than self-loathing and makes him feel worthy, his cock leaking as though to underscore how much he could bask in their bed.

He sucks in a breath at the bites, surprised when they actually twinge before he realises what Billy is doing. Oh. Green eyes close, willing himself to relax and enjoy such lavish attention. He can't get his hands into Billy's hair, only watch as a head bows close to his throat and heart. Through the odd apprehension he remains hard, swallowing a lump. ]

( loki wouldn't lie to him, like this. not when billy's trying his best to work over him, touch him, kiss him in ways that he enjoys and show him how deep that love does go. each soft noise is met with stronger thrusts, with shudders racking down billy's spine because he caused that, he's helping make loki feel good, and it feels--great.

his mouth trails down lower, leaving bitemarks in it's wake as he moans. bites into loki's chest right above his heart and gives a much, much harder thrust--pressing in deep with a shallow breath before he's pulling back out a bit again. and slowly pressing in once more, angling hips for loki's prostate with every thrust.

because he's not going to last much longer, and hell if he's going to come without taking loki down with him. )

[ Toes curling and back arching, he finds himself torn between desperately needing to come and a breathlessness that has nothing to do with the exertion sex brings, a tightening in his chest. It's a hindrance, like a swelling in the back of his tongue that makes it hard to breathe when a familiarly sickening sensation knocks his desire off-kilter. Loki tightens the grip his thighs have around Billy's waist to try and halt those deep thrusts, arousal shot through with queasiness that he's pinned. Lashed in place, as the melodramatic whispers in his brain insist (he wishes they would fall forever silent). Last time there was a chair and bolted iron cuffs, a wrinkled face leering so close he could feel the sour breath and feared his unwillingly bare chest would be marred by nails or teeth.

It's been almost two years, he should be over this by now. ]

Billy, [ croaking out a small, embarrassed plea, the headboard creaks as his arms tense up and it takes every ounce of courage he has to speak up, ] Billy, stop. Something's ...

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