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[Loki looks amazing like this, green eyes bright... the feel of his magic against his skin, familiar and not because Loki is undoubtedly more powerful with it than in his time, leaves his skin tingling almost.

He makes himself let go of Loki's hair as he's pushed back, bringing it up instead to reach back above him, grabbing a hold of the armrest as his release hit. His back arched, expression pinching up as Loki's name left him in a chorus -- because he can't think of anything else to say. It felt like, for a few blissful moments, the world had narrowed to just Loki and what he was doing with that talented mouth... and it was almost unfair that he could do all of that, reduce Billy to this.

Until he's nothing but a panting, spent mess beneath Loki.]

[ It sounds like Billy is trying to alter him again, LokiLokiLoki, only this time he's the one affected instead of the man whose name is riding his tongue. Loki gives him everything he needs to get off seamlessly, feeling him turn boneless and satisfied as come paints Billy's stomach and chest. That shirt is going to be ruined, he delightedly thinks.

Laving his way over a prone, lax body, he cleans him up with slow licks that the god devours as thoroughly as any other part of his lover, only rising with one last pat to Billy's knee as he heads into the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water. It's hard to walk, so to speak, a bit creaky but relishing the coolness that soothes his overworked (and temporarily quiet) mouth. While Billy basks in his own afterglow, Loki wanders back over with no small degree of admiration and pride alight in green eyes; he bumps the cool glass against a knee, eventually offering it.

With his hair sex-ruffled and voice reduced to rough gravel, sporting a pressing hard-on in black jeans, he asks, ] Was it good for you?

[ Because he's a little shit like that. ]

[The shirt was already ruined when Loki tore it anyway. He lets out a soft noise as Loki's tongue works over him, cleans him, but for the moment he's content to just watch him and catch his breath. The glass against his knee finally has him moving to sit up though, pushing himself up and accepting the glass when it's offered to him.

... That all really just happened, didn't it?

He can't help a laugh at that question. Wow, the brat thing hasn't changed, even with the age up.]

I think you already know the answer to that.

[Glass put aside on the table, Billy reaches out to hook his fingers in the waistband of Loki's jeans, giving a tug to draw him a bit closer. His eyes rake appreciatively over Loki... and his lips quirk up into a smile as they land below the waist. Looks like he wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed himself at least...]

We're not done yet, are we? Sit down, Loki.

[ Warier here than he was with Verity, he hesitates only a moment before he sinks down next to Billy on the couch, legs spread. Loki runs his fingers through Billy's hair, petting him methodically and reminding himself this is Teddy's territory; this won't last. Loki isn't stupid enough to think any happiness here could drown out his sins, so this ... this is okay. No interruptions.

He tips his head back on the cushioning, a slow grin peeling across his lips as a darkened, bottle-green gaze drifts over a naked, shining body. ]

Whatever are you going to do to me, Billy Kaplan?

[Billy shifts once Loki joins him again, smiling softly for a moment as he straddles his lap. Mostly it's because he wants to be closer, feel the press of Loki against him as much as possible. He leans in then to graze his lips along the line of his jaw and drops his fingers to undo Loki's jeans and work them down just enough to draw him out.]

I might have a lot of ideas right now. Not all of them ones we should do.

[He palms over Loki's cock as lips move to nip at an earlobe. This he was pretty sure he could handle. Hands, maybe mouth if he could draw his attention away from tasting Loki elsewhere. He at least had some experience with all of that. Fingers curl around Loki after a moment, thumb tracing the length of him curiously.]

At least not tonight. Maybe next time.

[if there was going to be a nrxt time...]

[ Next time. His breathing turns shallow as Billy takes hold of him, an aching erection rocking ever so slightly in a soft palm as Loki's shoulders, arms and thighs tense with want, shifting beneath him whenever he can't stay still. Just for somewhere to anchor them, his hands slide up Billy's bare thighs and squeeze his ass, a gasp echoing the nipping at Loki's ear. ]

Anything you do will be perfect ...

[ Losing his focus? Yes, definitely, especially with such a beautiful boy on his lap and all that dark hair to nuzzle into, offering up his own throat to a hot little mouth. ]

[There's a warmer smile at that reassurance and his mouth turns to lavish attention on Loki's neck.]

This is some make out session, huh?

[The tease is murmured warmly against Loki's skin. His thumb traces over the tip of Loki's cock before he started to pump over the heated, hard skin in his hand. Different than Teddy -- and Billy gives himself a moment to appreciate it, learn the differences as he tries to work out how Loki wants him to move his hand, what will bring him the most pleasure. Teeth rake over Loki's throat before Billy closes his mouth over a patch of skin. He doesn't think he'll be able to leave a mark for any real length of time, but that doesn't mean he can't try to raise one up anyway, appreciate it for however long it does last.]

Fuck, yes.

[ A god he might be, but he's also a man with a beautiful (if temporary) lover straddling him and stroking off his dick. Loki's head tips back as the burst of a sigh falls free, precome thick as it coats Billy's hand in a slick mess, and every buck of his hips almost lifts the mage up. Licking his lips, he runs a hand up into Billy's hair to clutch a luxurious handful while being gnawed over the curve of his shoulder; fucking yesyesyes, he thinks again, groans dragged out of the pit of his chest. ]

Harder, do it harder, l-like you're riding me. Billy, ah ...

[ A lip curls, hissing in satisfaction. ]

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[For a wild moment, Billy wonders what that would actually be like as his hand moves faster and harder over Loki, twisting his wrist to add to the sensation. What it would be like to be riding him right now, to have more than Loki's tongue inside of him and feel the strength behind each buck of his hips that had Billy bouncing up like it was nothing at all.

It's enough to draw another low noise from the back of his throat. Not-- tonight. But it's something he's going to be thinking about and he knows it.

He's probably going to be thinking about how Loki says his name for a long time to come too. He shivers at the sound of it, heat coiling through him even if he's spent for the moment.]

You'd love that wouldn't you... [He has enough mind to tease, lips curling into a playful smirk against Loki's neck.]

[ An almost constant rumble, a purring echoes up against Billy's smirk where it lingers against Loki's reddened neck, pawing through his hair and squeezing an asscheek with as much of a check on his strength as he can manage. He doesn't want to hurt him, would never ... ]

Yes, yes. [ His thighs twitch and tense as a caress finds the weak spot on his cock, right under the flare of the crown; a whine catches behind bared teeth, hips losing their rhythm. So close, so close. ] Billy, Billy ... oh gods, don't stop, ah —!

[God-- He doesn't want those sounds to stop, or Loki to stop clutching at him like he is. He shifts to try and move his head up, press their foreheads together. He wants to see this, he wants to see Loki coming apart because of him. Who knew how satisfying that would be-- how much he'd love having Loki like this.]

I got you, Loki. [The reassurance is murmured as Billy finds that spot again, focuses his attention on moving his hand in all the ways that has Loki reacting like this... it's sort of amazing.] Let go.

[ There's only so long he can hold on, the heat spiralling through his face to raise a blush that burns as a forehead touches his own. When Loki comes he hastily transfers his grip to the armrest of the couch and lets it bite down into wood, bucking hard before stilling as a wave of euphoria leaves him gasping, vulnerable, emptying a heavy load as tension transforms into bliss. He dimly registers to splintering of the furniture as he breaks the edge of it, panting hard and fast in relief before his twitching fingers let up.

Through it all, his grip in Billy's hair remains firm but gentle. ]

I — I ... [ All his strength seeps away as he sags, boneless and satiated with the sight of his come all over Billy's hand and chest. Perfect. ] Sorry, broke your ...

[Wow.

That was-- really the only thing he could think right now. His hand slowed over Loki as he started to relax, leaning back just a little bit, as much as the hand in his hair allows.

They sure just did that, didn't they? And Loki coming might be a sight he never forgets... or, hopefully, wants to forget. He licks his lips, not even noticing the furniture yet as he leaned in to press a softer kiss to the corner of Loki's mouth.

They're both a mess. The apology gets him to look over and his lips curl up slightly.]

... Sex with Asgardians is a danger to furniture, noted. But not really a big deal when I can fix it later.

[Billy looks down at his hand thoughtfully -- and well, if he can do even half of what they just did, he can do this. He brings his hand up after a second's debate, lapping it clean... mostly because he had the sudden curiosity to taste Loki.]

[ Puffing hair out of his eyes, his tipped back head doesn't stop him from peering at Billy with a crooked smile. He pets that soft brown hair, easing up on his grip. It's impossible not to bite his lip when he sees Billy licking Loki's come off his own hand, a groan rising as his body twitches. ]

You do that and you will have round two to deal with very shortly.

[ Chest heaving as he pants, his dick softens halfway as Loki watches Billy's tongue sliding through pale drips. Asgardian stamina could go a couple more rounds, in fact, if only for the satisfaction of pouring hot come down that pretty throat until Billy is hoarse with it, but he doesn't want to force any of that on him. Best to cool off. ]

[He actually huffs out a laugh at that, face reddening a bit. Not that he hadn't-- expected a response just like that. Or hoped for one anyway. It was kind of nice to be wanted after all.]

Is Asgardian stamina that good?

[Dropping his hand once it was cleaned, he leaned in again, forehead tipping against Loki's briefly.]

... I can't believe we did that. I take it back... you might be a little too good at kissing.

Mmhm.

[ He could make a crack about a gross old Loki fathering hundreds and hundreds of children over the centuries, but he refrains in favour of tilting his chin in for a soft kiss, smoothing from thighs to ass to shoulders, then back again. Billy's skin is soft and addictive, it begs for Loki to keep touching him. ]

Think I should put it in my case file? [ Don't mind him nibbling Billy's lips. ] 'Criminal Kisser extraordinaire!'

[Billy isn't complaining about the kiss or the touches. If anything, he relaxes a little further into Loki. He huffs out a laugh at the question and brings his other hand up to push through Loki's hair.]

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm surprised you didn't suggest 'God of Kissing' or something like that.

[He returns one of those nips carefully to Loki's lower lip. But-- something should probably be said about the fact that they sort just... gotten each other off. Billy Kaplan was crazy.]

Things aren't going to be weird, right? After this...

[ His arm drapes around Billy's waist as they settle together, fingertips brushing through his hair to clear it from those pretty brown eyes as Loki falls pensive. He shakes his head after a moment. ]

It won't be weird. It's not about the kissing or the sex, Billy, you're more important than that.

[That-- might have made it more weird, actually. But Billy doesn't say that, because it's a nice sentiment and he's not really the type who just sleeps around anyway. Way to go, joining a place where you're supposed to do just that, right?]

Not that I'm fishing for compliments or anything-- but can I ask why? [It's not accusatory really, not defensive or even all that suspicious sounding. His anger has sort of been tempered with all the revelations -- and yeah, probably by Verity too. Loki should really find a way to thank her for that.]

I saw you like, a minute before coming here. You were my friend and a mentor... or I thought you were. It's hard to forget that. But you-- you haven't even seen me in a year or more apparently.

This is a Hel of a deep conversation to be getting into while our dicks are still hanging out.

[ The amused tone dies down, however, as he finishes toying with Billy's hair to sit back, fingers rapping idly on a bare leg. If there's one thing that being unable to lie has taught him, it's that navigating the truth is a minefield and not everyone plants explosions in the same place.

He digs his Starkphone out of his pocket (whoops, bit awkward with Billy's knee digging into Loki's thigh, there we go) and scrolls through the pictures until there's one which makes him smile softly, turning the screen around to show him. ]

This is still my favourite.

[ Even after a year. ]

I know... sorry.

[Really not the time, he knows... but was there really a better time for something like this? He shifts a bit when Loki goes for his phone, trying to make it a bit easier...

And he can't help but smile at that picture. He knows it. He can remember taking it -- before everything turned entirely to crap, that is.]

You've kept this. [He tilts his head, eyes meeting Loki's.] Have you ever really thought about contacting us again?

More than once. Going from having everyone to no one was ... jarring, that's perhaps why I embraced Midgard as my home. A wealth of distractions, ones I could leave behind when I had a mission. I haven't been idle.

[ Call of Duty and Zelda don't complain when you disappear for a month or two. Even if Billy isn't from far enough along the time-line to understand, Loki hopes he will. ]

I didn't leave because I didn't like you.

[ It was the opposite. ]

[That was a good enough answer, he supposes. And-- he gets it. Kind of. He doesn't agree that running off, or whatever he did, was the best action, but he's not entirely sure sticking around would have helped either.

He lets out a sigh and tips his head back in against Loki's.]

... Yeah. I like you too, Loki. [Which is why the lies and everything else hurt so much, but.

Second chances, right? Billy didn't really want to burn the bridge when it came to this friendship, not really. Even if that'd be the smart thing to do.

He tilts his head to press another quick kiss to Loki's lips. They already broke so many of the ground rules, so--]

I know what I said, but you can sleep over if you want. I don't mind.

[ He wishes he could lie, he wishes it whole-heartedly and feels lost without that piece of his inner jigsaw. Bare and raw, that's how every word feels, and while they might be the right thing to say it doesn't stop Loki's self-consciousness from awkwardly simmering in the pit of his gut. Billy shouldn't forgive him. Loki would never ask, despite how much he might apologise, because he just doesn't deserve their friendship and they're too good to know it.

Still, he kisses him back and chuckles, nosing against a soft cheek. He'd give anything to keep Billy right as he is, just like this, but ... ]

I don't know if I'd be able to hold back around you. [ He wants him with a hunger that he hasn't felt in a long time, not just for the sake of the sex but because he owes Billy something more. Can all the kind caresses in the world make up for Loki's lies? No, but he'd like to try.

My wants have proved a poor master. Playfully, he raps his fingers on the curve of a bare ass. ]

Things won't be weird tomorrow, I promise.

[In a way, Billy's glad he can't lie... and that might be horrible of him. He appreciates the actual honesty. He appreciates knowing where he actually stands with Loki, no guessing, and where Loki stands with his teammates.

He smiles a little when Loki speaks again. It's so... weird to be faced with this though, actual desire and hunger from Loki. Weird, but not bad right now. He laughs quietly.]

... I didn't exactly ask you to. [He does lean back though, rests his hands against Loki's shoulders to brace himself] I'm thinking shower though.

[They were both pretty messy after earlier... He nods at the promise.] Good. I mean, we just started being friends again. I wouldn't really want to wreck that. I mean, who else would I be able to bug about Norse mythology?

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