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Log: Too much walking shoes worn thin

who: Jason Todd
what: Jason exploring and being down during Tavernfest.
when: September 24th- October 5th
where: Around the city
warnings: Some heavy drinking, cursing and possibly fighting. update: nsfw in Loki thread.

A: Perimeter Guard Headquarters
Jason hadn't been sure where he would be assigned to today, he had come in again freshly sobered and just a coming off the tail end of a hang over from being out at Tavernfest the night before. He always tried to make sure he was sober by the time he was due to work in the AM. He was in proper uniform and like always his guns were strapped to his thighs. Being at work was the only time he really had a chance to let the weapons out or have a chance to use them.

To many heroes in the city for him to really get much of a chance to do much. He tried to hide a yawn as he stood quietly killing time.

B: Tavernfest + Bookstore
Jason had hurried home once he was done with work, changing quickly into the fancy clothes he had bought the first day of the festival. Slicking his hair into a proper Victorian style, and grabbing the cane shaped umbrella, and hurrying back out the door. Only a quick hello offered to his roommates as he quickly changed by his bed and left.

Stopping at different places to try the different foods and the pairing options. It was fun, he had never had much of a chance back home to do stuff like this. It was nice. He walked along, the umbrella over his shoulder, a black and red pattern that went well with his suit. Humming a certain Rhianna song to himself since he was bored and moving through the crowds looking for the next place to stop.

"Excuse me." He spoke, squeezing through a small crowd to get to the edge of a bookstore he had not found yet, making his way inside to close the umbrella, tapping the rain off and moved inside to look around. Drinking could wait when there were new books to look at.

C: Jay's favorite Divebar. (After talking to Bruce over the network)

Jason stared solemnly down at the phone in his hands. He was Sitting at his favored place at the bar. Not bothering to play pool, or go out back looking for a fight. His fancy festival jacket hung open as he sat at the bar, the frilly black shirt still in place. His hair was messed all up, and he generally just looked a mess from how fancy he looked the days of Tavernfest. No he sat there quietly working on his drink. Rereading the messages between him and Bruce... not Bruce. Whoever the child was.

Each time his pint was empty he just tapped the glass without looking up.

They had come so far from his rage when he returned to Gotham. So much bad blood, so much time lost... it was his fault of course. Everything was his fault. He kept opening a new text but never sent it. Loki's name waiting for it to be sent but each time he closed it and looked back to Bruce's messages.

How were Dick and Damian handling this? He knew he should go knock on that door and question them, offer an olive branch to help his older brother and his growing house of boys. After all, he had NO doubt at all that Dick was going to take little Bruce in the way Bruce had taken all of them in.

He lifted his finger tapping the glass again.

D: Umbrella
Being Gotham born and bred, Jason knew the fancy umbrella wasn't exactly needed. He was used to miserable rain, it almost never bothered him. It was near midnight that he was out tonight, not dressed up for the festival. Dodging people that got to close as well. Dressed in his normal civilian clothes. His red leather pants he had gotten not to long ago during the acid rains, and a black long sleeved shirt. His big black boots splashing on the sidewalk as he made his way through the night streets. Taking in the sounds of the city, the way he did when he was upset, or just needed to center his energy... the same way he helped calm Bizaaro. Listen to the life of the city.

Cities were alive.

And god did the life of this city make him miss the cesspool he called home. He hated Gotham three fourths of the time, but, it always called him home.

E: Anything else?

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[ Breaking and entering is a skill she usually reserves for buildings but it serves her well enough when it comes to masterfully unlatching Jason and dumping the armour aside. The thin undershirt beneath is exposed to the air and she rucks it up to paw at the muscles bunched there. (So strong.) Sticky kisses trail down his jaw, nipping above his collar, and her rutting is intended to tease for the time being applying rhythmic pressure over his trapped cock, back and forth. ]

Would you like me to cause some disturbances tomorrow in the jungle? I could give them a reason to send you out, make your day more interesting ...

[ And then pleasure him in a glade somewhere private, maybe. ]

[ Useful skills for getting into any Bat's body armor. Jason was impressed, would be more so if he wasn't more interested in the movement.of the beautiful goddess in his lap. The movement and pressure were just right to get his blood going, his body stirring beneath her. A curse of leather pants, but one he didn't have it in him to complain about at the moment.

Shifting his hips up just a bit before relaxing as if chasing more touch, but with the guns strapped to his thighs he wasn't in the biggest hurry. ]

That sounds like it could be a lot of fun. [ He spoke, his voice just a touch lower in octave. Idly wondering if it would rain.]

[ With Jason beginning to melt, Loki distracts him with her tongue tracing circles up to his earlobe and nibbles affectionately ... as her hands get to work elsewhere. The clink of his belt unlatching is followed by the hiss of a zipper and then cool soft palms are sifting inside those leather pants to find his cock and stroke him out of the fabric, encouraging him to grow. ]

A minor explosion or two, hm? A repeat of tonight, so to speak.

[ Explosions to match however many times Loki can make him come before the night is out. ]

[ Jason's hands moved from her hips finally, up and over the fabric of the shirt for now to squeeze the ample breasts he had been eyeing since first seeing her earlier. The moment Loki had him out, exposed and touched, he finally let a moan escape. Stiffening with the encouragement. It took everything in him not to move to much. He wanted to honor the earlier request after all. ]

Mmm, that sounds like it could be fun.

[ He spoke in that same husky tone, his eyes moving down her body down to her hand. Then back up.]

You care about your shirt at all, Loki?

You already said that.

[ Laughing softly into his hair, she shakes her head about the shirt. No, it can die a noble death. The twist of a fist over his cockhead grows tighter, a little rougher as she works him to the base and back again, stretching out his spare ... well, hood, and she curls an arm around his neck to put her so-far restricted breasts closer to his face. ]

I'm here to spoil my dear friend, he can do whatever he pleases.

Did I? Am I even speaking English anymore?

[ He managed with a almost gasp to his breath, is thick dark lashes fluttered a moment. Forcing himself to keep his head up right and not just melt to the intoxicating touches of Loki. When she shook her head and the arm curled around his neck he moved forward just a bit. Not wanting to restrict her hand's touches. Both of his own hands moving once again to her chest but instead to center of the shirt to rip it open, wanting to send buttons flying. A silent thrill at the idea of house keeping finding buttons long after their gone.

A staggered groan escapes at another twist of her hand.]

And he will. [ Another gasp passes is lips.] Fuck, your amazing. [ His head dipping down with no more desire to wait, his mouth capturing one of the exposed nipples. His left hand caressing the other.]

[ Alas, poor buttons. Housekeeping will have fun with those. ]

I won't, ah, argue with you there.

[ Whispering a spell, her hand is coated in an oil that smells almost fruity as she works it into the stiffening length of Jason's erection, moans dusting his curly hair as Loki arches her back to press into the heat of his mouth. If he suffocates, she's not taking responsibility. ]

You can b-be a little rougher, Jay.

[ Little victories!

Jason just gave a hum of acknowledgement, perfectly content to suffocate that way. What a way to die? Even if he hoped to go out in a blaze of glory, this was a second best. Face buried in the best set of tits he had seen in awhile.

With the encouragement he started to nip and suck at the right, his hands squeezing harder on the left, luckily he remembered to breath through his nose. His hips involuntarily bucked into the her hand. The oil making it all feel better when he didn't think it could at the moment. Fully straining in her hold he worshiped her chest the way he felt a goddess, or just a lover deserved.]

[ It's the best way to eke tension out of her body, letting Jason lavish her breasts with attention as a sweet ache grows heavier between her legs, nuzzling the crown of his head. She could stay there for hours just taking care of him as he does the same for her, breathy moans of his name unhurried and loud in the otherwise quiet hotel suite, every hard suck over a nipple making her squeal.

Without a word, Loki's remaining clothes vanish with a green glimmer and she arches forward to trap Jason's cock between his belly and the wet heat of her pussy, freeing up her slippery hand to grasp a leather shoulder and reassert her balance. ]

Ohh, Jay ...

[ That feels so much better if Loki tossing back her hair is any indication, grinding without end. ]

[ Jason loved lavishing the affection, he couldn't even pretend to not love it. Every woman he had ever been with had a larger bust size. The more she worked him, the more he worked her. Switching from right to left and moving his hand as well. A nearly primal growl escaping him as her clothes vanished in the green glimmer.

His own eyes rolled back as e moaned into her breast feeling the wet heat and her grinning, the heat rushing down as his body burned for her. He pulled back long enough to mutter encouragment before getting right back to work, his free hand moved down to grab her ass. Such a perfect body.]

That's it, baby, come on.

[ Loki craves his touch, the cooing and clear desire in his words and hands. Perhaps if she weren't a sex-centric deity she wouldn't be so affected when a mind and groin are paired together but she is and it's incredibly stimulating to be wanted by both. She shudders against him with a whine, the bite of his gun-holsters digging deliciously into the backs of her thighs so that she has to stay forward, plastered skin-to-skin. ]

I want to ride you. Please? Or you can use your fingers, anything ... [ Asking for more isn't something she would usually do when consent has already been given, loud and clear, but recent events with Tony have shaken up her perception. It's better safe than sorry with the people she adores enough to get this far. ] Gods, Jay, you've got me dripping like honey under the sun.

[ Her hips rise just enough for her to guide the tip of his cock to her slick furrow, rubbing them together as she rests her forehead dazedly on his. ]

I want you to do it, you take me. Whatever Lola wants?

[ Loki was intoxicating easy to get lost in, and this time unlike in the leather shop, Jason had more freedom to move, more freedom to return the favor of the buzzing release that had been given. The thing his mind floated to every time he slipped on the red leather pants he had modeled for Loki. Magic, power and beauty, Loki oozed these things and they all were oh so attractive to him. Loki was more than he bargained for. And he loved it.

He pulled his head back, the lust blown out blue eyes looking into Loki's. He had a weakness for green eyes. ]

You can do anything you want to or with me, you don't need to ask. Use me as you will. [ He promised trying to catch up to what she was asking. He was spacing from the pleasure assulting his mind.]

I may have to taste that honey.... [ He spoke low, their foreheads together he could get lost in those eyes, biting his own lip he nodded as his eyes fluttered at the sensation of the tip of his cock was rubbed along the wet center. He groaned before moving his hand from behind her to help line to help make it easier to sink in. The heat and slickness made his head swim. His body burning for her. Even with the his guns digging into his side he couldn't bring himself to care about that. ]

Whatever Lola wants.

[ Jason has a way with words that most wouldn't expect of a gun-wielding vigilante. It's all the books he's in love with, Loki now knows, he has a fondness for literature that feeds his active mind in ways the bullets can't, poetry laces through his bones like a marionette. His eyes aren't as the harsh, stunning electric blue of Tony's, instead an ocean with depths she can't yet see all the way to, willing to drown a little if it means she understands Jason better in time to come.

Her groan pitches higher when she sinks down to the root, hips rolling to stir his thick cock and loosen her up, tight enough that the Goddess of Lies can't hide her whimpers when she first begins to move. Even that initial sting is delicious, urging Loki to kiss him and stifle all the embarrassing noises he drags out of her. ]

[ Jason hated to be predictable, books had been his escape long before Bruce snatched him off the streets of Crime Alley. An escape from the horrors of his life, a means to sound smarter and sharper than was expected. A better life didn't rob him of that, in fact it was a means to devour more words. Both an intellectual and a fighter. Both sides of him warred at any given point.

Those blue eyes stay open as their lips crash once more. His hands moved squeezing and teasing her nipples as she moved, the noises had gotten a bit of a grin out of him before their lips met, it was only once the kiss grew that Jason moved a hand down from her chest to where they were joined to rub at her, to help her along. Fighting his urges to flip them over and take over. He wanted this more even when his body wanted more movement. ]

[ The twitches that run through her come as an over-sensitive, untouched body arches into his every touch. Loki pants into his mouth whenever the kisses break for air, eyes screwed shut as he pushes her closer to her first orgasm with more speed than she would have though possible ... but then, it's been a long time since the picnic and Tony's hands were on her, eliciting similar shivers. Her dalliance with Jason at Trixie didn't count, that was mindless craving.

This is so much more personable, catching the eye of her dear friend as he holds off from fucking her and lets Loki set the pace. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she runs long nails through his hair, lips ghosting over his as she reads the longing in his gaze. Her voice quavers. ]

Your turn to top?

[ Jason couldn't say much, he had been a quivering mess in the leather shop after months of ignoring his body to jetset across the world and work. Loki had been the only person he had let get so far, even if he had a few possibilities opened. The only one that mattered to him at the moment was the beautiful body he was buried deep inside of. His gun calloused fingers worked at her, wanting more than anything to drink in her reactions. ]

Soon, you first. [ He spoke nearly breathless as he a shutter ran through his back at the feel of her nails in his hair. He was a gun totting vigilante, but he liked to pretend he was a gentlemen sometimes, the lady had to get off first. ]

[ Winning all the brownie points is in his nature today as Loki shares his smile and kisses him gratefully, a fist knotting in Jason's short curly locks so he can feel the moment her body tenses up after a mere minute or two of riding him hard; she gasps and her hips flick down firmly, over and over as her cries grow thinner, crying out his name as her body cinches around his cock like a vice despite the way Loki continues to move, alight with pleasure that only seems to spur her on. Slick shines on the insides of her thighs, running down to stain his leathers. ]

JasonJasonJason ... !

[ A shudder wracks her to the bone and she presses in close, breasts pushed tight to his sweaty undershirt, rocking over the hardness gripped inside her aching walls like she can't wait to be sore tomorrow. ]

[ The sound of her breaths and cries, his name on those lips on a mantra made him worried he might blow before she finished, utterly turned on and putty in her hands as she rode him hard just the way he liked, even without having ever said as much, he had no time to contemplation that as a loud groan escaped him when her body clinched more around him. He couldn't be bothered to worry about his leathers, or how sweaty his undershirt was, and while he wanted to escape the building heat of being trapped in his leathers he didn't move. Not with the goddess using him in the best ways. ]

Come on, baby, let go for me. [ He growled low, his fingers trapped between their bodies still trying to help push her over the edge.] Scream for me.

[ He couldn't help the rush at the idea of someone hearing her. He had always been a bit of a trouble maker after all.]

[ She hopes she doesn't pull out any of his hair; that's her last rational thought before the world turns white and Loki grasps at him as gravity rocks and she comes hard, sobbing in relief. Disentangling her grip from Jason's curls, her hand flies down to stop him from touching her once she reaches her limit.

Loki crumples forward, shivering on his lap without words to express how good she feels. Only the twitching in her legs can do that. ]

[ Jason was teetering right on an edge when she pushed his hands away. The list in his eyes burning as he l watched her moving ad she was, the pulling of his hair had him ready to go, while he worried about his hairline, thanks to a certain brother, he didn't worry about Loki yanking it. A little pain went a long way with him.

When she came he took a deep breath. And just strokes her hair lovingly trying to calm his body he knew they'd go again soon so for now it was fine.]

How are you feeling, Lola?

Edited 2017-09-28 22:50 (UTC)

[ The hand in her hair and the new nickname (like those Tony gave her so freely) has Loki wrapping around him in a hug with an answering whimper, desperate to keep him close. Ah, sentiment. ]

You didn't ...

[ He had a bit in common with Stark it seemed from red helmets to nicknames and a closeness to a certain deity.]

It's fine, next round. [ He offered easily as he worked to catch his breath.]

[ Giggling into the curve of his neck, she plants sweet kisses up to his cheek and nuzzles there, copying him in catching her breath too. When she does, Loki braces herself on his shoulders and separates from him with a stifled gasp to step back from the couch.

She keeps hold of one of Jason's hands. ]

I think we're done with your kinky outfit for now, don't you? You won't need it in the shower.

[ With a lazy wave in his general direction Jason's clothes vanish in the same style as Loki's before, all of them dropping in a nearby pile seemingly out of midair. That must be comfier for him. ]

Better?

[ Jason stays lazily working on his breathing. It helped to calm his body down, at least for now. Much like forcing his temper down through meditation. He's sure Durca didn't teach him these things as a way to prolong libedo but, who cared.

Jason's eyes followed her as she got up and he looked greatful to escape his leather prison. ]

Damn, your going to kill me. But what a way to go.

[ He shifted himself up, not wanting the goddess to have to pull him up. Once he was on his feet he ran a hand through his hair pulling his hand free to move his arm around her shoulder.]

Humor me, I'm about to do something ridiculous and fun. Ready?

[ If she said yes, he would sweep her up bridal style. ]

Ah!

[ Lighter through every day spells that her siblings certainly don't use, Loki is swept up in Jason's arms as easily as any mortal, laughing delightedly as her arms instinctively loop around his neck. She kicks her feet. ]

I'm impressed you can walk with your dick as hard as that, let alone carry me.

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