we can shake it away, if you hear a story

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who: Loki and Steve
what: A private interlude
when: 9/2
where: Steve's apartment
warnings: Fluff?? fluff is a warning ok you were warned. Also NSFW


Come up to your roof. I have something to show you.

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We're here because you brought us here.

[ The hesitation just gives Steve room to act. He trails his hand back over Loki's shoulder and downward, fingers sliding over the slope of bare skin like he's mapping his way. He pauses as he reaches the edge of his pants and then shifts his weight so he can bring his other arm up to join the first, cupping his hands under Loki's thighs and pulling him forward, raising his hips up to meet him. ]

You're the one that made it happen.

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[ Loki stares at Steve. You're the one who made this happen. This was Loki's doing. Loki's work. Not terrible, not tragic, not tainted by his own hubris. Something he has forged, daring and fearful. He trembles briefly, caught in the sensation that this is his in a way nothing else is, that he can call it his and be proud.

With a sudden movement, he kisses Steve hungrily, helping him tugs his pants off. ]

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[ The sudden response makes Steve purr. he returns Loki's kiss with force of his own, pulling off his pants eagerly and sliding his palms over the newly exposed skin, exploring the muscle of Loki's thighs and the dip between them. One hand curls over the shape of Loki's cock, fingers teasing the head as Steve brushes along the length. He tests him, trailing his hand back up to pet the area below his navel while he nips at Loki's lips. ]

You look like you're made of stars. Is that the secret? You're magic because you're made of light?

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[ Loki whines, his knees buckling with a shiver. Praise was his weak spot and it was open for everyone to see. Not many people ever deign to pay him compliments after all, and right now, he was very susceptible to them. His nimble fingers work with Steve's shirt, practically close to tearing it off as Loki's teeth graze the bottom of Steve's lips, sharp and insistent. ]

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[ The impatience only encourages Steve, who leans into the sharp edge of Loki's teeth, responding to the prompt willingly as his tongue flicks out to meet them. He raises his body up to help Loki get his shirt down over his shoulders, sighing as the cool air and the god's fingers touch his skin. The blond pauses briefly as he takes in the hunger in Loki's touch, the way he can't wait for Steve to shrug off his shirt before threatening to rip it. Then he moves, quickly sliding his leg beneath the god and bending his knee so his thigh is pressed up behind him, nudging him forward. ]

Tell me what you want.

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[ Loki huffs, a breathless laugh. He lets himself be nudged forward as his hands wander over Steve's chest and pecs with a reverence Loki rarely shows. ]

I want you.

[ Kissing the corner of Steve's lips. ]

I want your hands all over me. I want you to hold me so tight I cannot breathe.

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[ Those three simple words out of Loki feel like he's getting handed a key to a brand new world. He breathes in deeply, admiring the way Loki seems to shimmer as he laughs. And then he turns his body, flipping Loki to the side and rolling so he can pin the god beneath him, holding him down like he might try to escape. ]

I'm not letting you go. I hope you know that.

[ He obliges Loki's words by running his hands down his sides, fingers bouncing lightly off of his skin as Steve counts his ribs and traces the edge of his hips. Once they reach that point, they hold him, kneading the tension lying in his frame as Steve perches over him. ]

I've never gotten to hold a star.

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[ It is the simple expressions Steve uses that catch his breath, making Loki pause and stutter. Even now, he looks up, eyes blown wide open, catching the light of stars in green. Sinuously, Loki curls his arms around Steve's neck, fingers brushing over his nape and short hairs. There was something utterly seductive about being at Steve's mercy, letting him dictate what Loki should get. He shivers at the thought. ]

What sort of star am I?

[ Because Loki always fishes. ]

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[ The questions earns a grin from the soldier. He can tell Loki is looking for a compliment, and instead of finding that needy or selfish, he thinks it's sweet. The fact Loki cares what Steve might say is as meaningful as the fact he created a world of stars for them to lie in. He leans down, kisses him with a slow, deliberate attention. When he breaks off, Steve licks the edge of his lips, breathing warmth against his skin. ]

You're a small star, but the brightest one in the sky. I can pick you out from all the others. My light.

[ He runs his fingers through Loki's hair, threading them between the black strands and watching the stardust shiver as it's dislodged. Steve slides down Loki's body smoothly, teasing as he goes, taking the time to rub his erection against Loki's stomach and brush his calloused thumb pad over one of his nipples, guiding his legs apart once he gets to them so he can kneel between his thighs. ]

You keep me going. I hope you know that.

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[ It is a rare thing to see Loki overwhelmed. But he's practically glowing, his cheeks warm from the compliments and the praise, turning him loose and limber. He whines softly, trying to get more friction. His hands reach out to grab Steve and pull him closer, though his success at that seems dubious at best. ]

Steve.