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OTA LOG: ACID RAIN EDITION

who: loki laufeyson (616) and you!
what: prompts taken from the july tdm
when: post-july 20th
where: all over
warnings: tba

1. RESCUES IN THE ACIDIC RAIN.

[ Whenever Loki ventures out into the foul weather he conjures a green magical shield, the same he last used when Leah's construct was attempting to sever his head in Mother's dimension. Droplets that spatter all over it flash a pale lime-gold so that it appears he may be walking around in a glittery bubble, but the fact remains he only dons the protective enchantment to get from Point A to Point B; reaching outside of it is an unpleasant experience even for him.

That's how it starts, anyway.

He eventually finds himself an inadvertent taxi service for anyone caught in the downpour. Whether it's a person hunched down against an abandoned vendor's cart, someone shrieking in a panic as their tenth umbrella of the day turns to tatters, or reluctantly agreeing to ferry food from one household to another (no good deed is too menial for him this week) the God of Mischief is obliging to those in need.

But he doesn't decline any rewards for services rendered, either. ]

2. FIREFLY AT 2AM.

[ The magical shield also happens to glow in the dark, making it a point of interest for anyone with eyes who happens to spot Loki moving around the Quarantine like a mobile nightlight, along the streets and up the glassy walls of skyscrapers. Green orbs swish overhead and light his way as though streetlamps are bobbing along at his request.

If anyone wants one, they are free to shout him over from their hidey-hole. There's not much else to see out there that wanders around so casually in a corrosive downpour, let your curiosity take over. ]

3. A REAL BOAR OF A TIME.

[ With his spellcraft invulnerable to something as ordinarily challenging as acid rain for everyone else, one way or another word gets out about what Loki can do and he feels compelled to help some of the teams ranging out into the jungle intent on setting up their scientific dohickies. The most important turn of events, he feels, is that with his full-body bubbleshield there is no need for a fugly bodysuit, while on the flipside his permanent shimmer in the drab conditions mean that Loki is often requested to head up the front of a party.

When boars attack, the green glow of his shield is joined by the crimson glimmer of his ancestral blade Laevateinn, slashing down their beastly opponents in two or three nimble strikes. Curious why it doesn't take much more effort than that? Loki himself will shrug and tell you, ]

The blade cuts through any hide.

[ It can be intensely handy sometimes when people can bear to have such a dangerous thing around, much like Loki himself. Additionally, he provides marshmallows for those hard at work in the jungle. ]

4. DRAINED.

[ A near daily, constant use of sorcery has Loki on edge during rare moments, rubbing his head as he takes refuge in shops and under eaves of buildings when his headache worsens. He can be found with his feet up on overcast veranda benches, taking a break from supporting his own shield and the magical orbs loaned out across the city, tired-eyed and usually nibbling at a snack for an energy boost. Not that he needs to eat anything, it's more a comfort thing. Mental rousing.

Anyone who spots him will find he doesn't leave in a hurry when approached and those who depend on his magical orbs are free to call him up and find out why their rooms have suddenly gone dark. ]

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[ A smile crooks its way back into place as he gets his head back in the game, resolving to think more on whatever that was later. ]

Giving orders now, I see.

[ With a fluid grace Loki drops to his knees between Jason's legs, spreading them further with cool palms running over his knees, black nails raking a tease along bare thighs. Very nice thighs, it bears mentioning, because those legs are arguably one of Jason's best features. ]

Can you guess which one of my titles has to do with my mouth?

[ His lips glide north, sucking lightly on the juncture of leg-and-hip. ]

You enjoy being ordered, don't you?

[ Didn't everyone in these moments? The smile returning makes Jason realize it had been missing, but as soon as Loki spoke he doesn't grant himself time to ponder it. There was better things to do than try and figure out what he missed.

Like watching how graceful Loki dropped to his knee's how good the other looked pushing his legs further apart. Jason still had on the jacket and shirt, but none of that mattered with the black nails raking up his thighs. He might not see the appeal in his thighs, but that was simply because they were his own. But, at the moment he doesn't care just focused on Loki and the feeling of his hands and lips. Laying his head back on the back on the couch lounging more, his blue eyes half lidded watching him. ]

Silver tongue? I can't recall...It's gotta be that. Mythology isn't always my strong suit...

[ It felt weird saying mythology with the god right there sucking and scratching up his thigh, making him stiffen and twitch from the feel and sight of Loki working.]

That's right.

[ A congratulations comes in the form of a long lick from said tongue all to way to the base of Jason's cock, laving the underside with its thick vein so that hardening length rests against his belly. Loki worships him like a true supplicant, as though their identities were reversed. A caress skims up a thigh to cup Jason's balls as Loki sucks on the ridge of a crown, soft lips working over the tip to work him up. ]

[ There was no time be pleased at the fact he pulled the name from deep within his mind, not when thever gods silver tongue rolled up his length, the muscles in Jays legs tensed, he fell victim to the sweet movements of the others mouth and hands.

A low groan, almost a growl rolls from deep within him when he feels Loki cup him. In that moment nothing matterd besides the godling and the sweet torture he was delivering. His name rolled next from Jason's mouth as his hands moved down into Loki'spoke hair not pulling just resting there.]

Loki.... fuck.

[ It's a stressful life being a vigilante and it shows in the way Jason melts at the barest touch to his cock, relief the overshadowing tone in his pleas. Loki wastes no time in slipping his lips over the thick crown and sucking on him, giving him what he needs like it might also be a process that helps Loki too, humming his approval as his head bobs and he nudges the hand in his hair for more traction. ]

[ Jason had been running nearly non-stop for almost a year, ignoring his own needs and wants in favor of handling big problems, to ignore his own. This new place had forced him to slow down a lot. Sitting with a god between his legs turning him into a proverbial puddle with the simplest touches was just another eye opener that he needed to slow down and live a little.

One hand balls in Loki's hair, tugging a little as another gasp rolls past Jason's parted lips. The other moved to the back of Loki's head, pushing him down some as his hips tense. Hypersensitive at the moment, his cock straining in Loki's embrace. The hum got another breathy noise from the vigilante. ]

[ Loki allows Jason to force him down further and relaxes his throat, providing him with a deep massage to stroke his untended cock from root to tip, bobbing within the bounds of Jason's hands in his hair to provide a slick slide that's not without a little sweet friction. The truth is, Loki enjoys sucking cock almost as much as he delights in his reputation for it. Pleasuring Jason has as much an effect on him as it does on his strained vigilante and Loki lets a hand drift away from Jason's thigh to kneed at his own crotch and the large bulge straining behind his zipper.

It makes him whimper right over the rigid length rubbing his throat and he swallows reflexively, panting hard with a nasal whine. ]

[ Jason's breathing becomes more harsh as it goes on, the hand curled in that black hair tightened some tugging but not aiming for true pain, something boarding pleasure and pain, the way he himself liked it when it was done to him.

He moans out Loki's name like a prayer, like the man alone was keeping him teethered to where he was. He could feel his release building already. Normally he'd try to hold off as long as possible but he doubted he would have any real say, no one could measure up to what he felt wrapped in the wet warmth of the trickster's mouth. In that moment he'd promise just about anything to keep Loki right where he was. ]

That's it baby, come on. [ he half groaned out, shifting one of those legs almost as if to pull Loki closer with his leg. ]

[ Loki is kind enough to slide Jason's leg over a shoulder and dip down his length for a few long, drawn-out sucks, cushioning him on a wickedly agile tongue. It might be cruel of him to pull back, soon after spoiling Jason, just to keep the thick tip behind his sealed lips and tease the slit, but he has plans ...

He takes the base of Jason's erection in-hand to keep him from coming too soon, stroking a little but never enough, and a fingertip trails its way to a soft pink opening, circling Jason's entrance to gauge if he's into that sort of stimulation.]

[ A noise of appreciation was given when Loki slid his leg over his shoulder, using his leg muscles to hold the godling in place as if the other might leave. He didn't have time to think about that or much else. His mind blissfully silently for all bout the overwhelming pleasure of the hot god taking him down better than anyone else.

Feeling the hand wrap around he parted his eyes, the pleasure burning through him shined in those blue eyes as he watched Loki through the thick black lashes. His eyes widen a bit when he feels the fingertip, almost like a panic, and yet he doesn't pull away or shove Loki back. He was already this far in, if he truly felt uncomfortable he would make it known. He said nothing but rolled his head back a second, his blood on fire but he couldn't chase that high yet, not being held the way he was.]

[ Panic is a beast that can be soothed, a poison with a cure, a lock with a pick, if one knows how to handle it. Loki weighs Jason's demure reaction as keenly as his supports his cock in his mouth and he decides he may just take a chance on the lead he picks up.

A thick erection is given over entirely to the work of Loki's stroking hand to ensure Jason's interest doesn't wane but the godling's tongue carves out a new path over the soft skin between Jason's legs, roaming hills and valleys until the slick adventurer finds that one indent and pushes in, just a little with light pressure, promising more if Jason enjoys getting eaten out. ]

[ A sound of disappointment escaped Jason when he felt the loss of the heat of Loki's mouth, the air around them didn't really did much to effect the straining cocks still in Loki's hand. Today was a day of firsts it seemed. There was still a bit of panic, but, not enough to push him away. Jason had always been one to push his limits, a little fear wasn't about to stop him.

He moved his hands from Loki's head, one dropping to the couch, the other moved to rake his blunt nails up Loki's arm, almost a ghosting motion. When he felt Loki pushing in he took a deep breath, almost a gasp. He didn't pull away.]

Fuck... [ Was all that came out. He had to buy Loki some flowers or something after this.]

[ Funnily enough, flowers would be a first for Loki.

An arm wraps with reassuring strength around the leg hooked over his shoulder, holding Jason in place once it becomes clear he doesn't hate this particular kink. That delights Loki further and he presses a kiss to Jason's inner thigh to make it clearer he only intends to make this a good experience, soft lips running back up to their destination leaving a cool, wet trail in their wake.

His tongue is his greatest asset, in weaponry and otherwise, and Loki uses it now to slowly push Jason wider around the thick muscle that squirms like it has a prehensile mind of its own. He tries to take what few inches he can without putting too much of a strain on Jason, who obviously hasn't had this done in at least a while if not ever, splitting him open moment to moment with time to adjust. ]

[ A day of firsts indeed.

The arm wrapping around his leg does a lot to ease his nerves, he didn't like lowering his guard, but it was all but shattered at the moment. He was putty in the trickster's hands. A new kink to add to the list of things he'd not say no to if the chance presented itself again.

The kisses actually pulled a chuckle out of him, seems someone was ticklish in certain spots. He'd deny it later of course. Jason's breathing went a little heavier, as he dug one hand into the leather of the seat while Loki opened him up. He had always had a thing for pain, even if it was a different pain there was something about the new feelings that set his senses into high gear. Moaning out Loki's name yet again, like a prayer befitting a god.]

[ With a full go ahead, Loki seals his lips to well-lubed skin and starts to slowly fuck Jason in shallow pulses, stealing a little more ground on every other few intrusions; he curls his agile tongue to rub against Jason's prostate without relent and keeps his cock firmly fisted above, never more glad to be able to handle more than one iron in the fire.

It's a conversation with Jason's body and it involves nothing but coaxing, silent praise on Loki's part, giving the bike-enthusiast vigilante something better to ride than any purring engine. ]

Edited 2017-08-03 20:33 (UTC)

[ If someone asked him a few days ago if he ever saw himself letting something like this happen, he might have laughed, or punched them, depending on the mood he was in. But now, well hot damn. He didn't realize a body could feel so good without blowing ones load.

Despite how he plays himself up to be, he was pretty vanilla when it came to most of his sex life. He was always happy to learn something new. ]

Shit, your fucking amazing, baby.

[ He managed to speak his eyes lidded watching the other's head move, though the moment that silver tongue hit his prostate his eyes widened again and an honest to god moan escaped the vigilante. What had he been missing? ]

[ An answering moan of his own vibrates right through the tight walls of Jason's ass in agreement, flattered and aroused in one mixed brew of lusty pride. When he's certain of the angle Loki goes to town on Jason relentlessly, wanting to make him come just from his hands and mouth. An ego trip for Loki, true, and a gift for Jason who has made Loki feel like it isn't the worst thing in the world to be a thief or to want to share the benefits with friends, eager to show him a good time. ]

[ The moan gets another shutter out of Jason. Every time he thinks it cant feel any better Loki ups the ante again. Soon his body started to feel like it was on fire, his mouth dropping open as he took in deep breaths, feeling himself right on that edge.

After a few moments, he couldn't hold it back anymore. His vision swimming white like bright lights going off behind his eyes, as he shouts his favorite four letter word and for the first time in months, that wasn't at his own doing, he came hard, his legs feeling like jello as the muscles of his body start to twitch with the mind-blowing orgasm. He slumps a bit, his nice black t-shirt now covered in his own cum and he couldn't even be bothered to care. The tired, blissfully sated blue eyes watched Loki. Unable to even think of what to say, for once, someone had finally shut him up.]

[ RIP Jason's hot black t-shirt.

Ensuring Jason is full until the last quakes have shaken him through and through, Loki rises up to lean forward on Jason's spread lap (avoiding the backed-up come, yikes) and catch his breath. His hair sticks up in more directions than usual and his cheeks are stained with a rosy, pleased blush, a wide mouth wearing a smug smile. ]

Feeling better, Jay?

[ Idly, he licks his dripping hand clean. ]

[ He'll just steal another one.

Those eyes tracked Loki, how tables turned, he never saw himself in his life in the same position he had laid more than one woman. Licking fluids off his fingers feeling smug, but this was so different, and that was his release Loki was licking off those sinfully nice fingers. He said nothing at first just watched him.

Torn between wanting to kiss him, and the logical part of him, that bat part of him screaming not to.]

God yes, fuck, your fucking amazing Loki. [ He took a breath, and started to push himself up a bit, finding a compromise in his mind, placing a kiss on Loki's forehead.] You need a hand?

[ He leans into the kiss on his forehead, nodding gratefully as he crawls onto Jason's lap and kneads at strong shoulders. Loki's erection remains hard, spilling out of his pants, and clearly won't need much encouragement to get off. ]

If you wouldn't mind, Red Hood.

[ The lascivious way he says the name lends a double-meaning now. ]

Not at all, Silver Tongue.

[ Turn about was fair play after all.

He moves another kiss down to Loki's cheek. Always a little more affectionate after he's gotten off. He shifted himself more, so he could move a hand up into Loki's hair again, pushing back some of it. The other moved down to wrap around the other's length, just the way Jason would do to himself, a firm hold with the calloused hands. Starting with slow long strokes, brushing his thumb brushing over the tip every now and then. ]

[ Loki wraps his arms around Jason's neck and chins his hair, carding through with black nails that get a firm grip as soon as Jason does. That's when Loki sighs in relief, canting his hips urgently into that too-gentle fist that drives him mad. ]

Tighter, please. I won't last.

[ Not necessarily faster, given he enjoys the frustration almost as much as anything else. Orgasm denial may be a kink of his own. ]

[ Orgasm denial was a kink he was into. He followed orders well when he wanted to. Gripping Loki firmer the strokes staying just as slow as before as he kept his eyes locked on Loki's as he worked the slow pace. ]

You like that?

[ Lashes shutter as pleasure starts to take precedence over thinking, one of his favourite forms of distraction from the rest of the shit going on in his life. Here on Jason's lap he can be himself without the tagline of Loki, God of Whatever, arching insistently into a firm grip that ekes out whimpers and shaky gasps all too easily; he trusts Jason not to spread the details of their tryst around.

Loki wouldn't come for him if he didn't, as he does soon after Jason gives him the stimulation needed to briefly lose track of time and space, mind whiting out as he curls forward into a shoulder and hides there, hips bucking wildly and another mess added to an already stained t-shirt. He pants hard in the immediate afterglow, moans permeating every desperate, shaky exhale. ]

... Yeah.

[ Better to answer late than never. ]

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