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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?

[ Perking up at the mention of a shower, he pulls a thoughtful face and hitches his grip underneath Billy's knees, dragging him in. ]

I'd be very disappointed if Thor turned up and you fell into his lap after storytime, it has to be said. Hup!

[ Rising fluidly, Loki carries Billy as though he weighs nothing, wandering into the corridor. Showertime!! ]

I'm not sure I'd ever fall into Thor's lap to be-- hey, Loki!

[Whoa. Okay. Apparently he's being carried -- and while he doesn't doubt Loki can handle it, his arms still instinctively go around his shoulders for a little extra support.]

Show off.

A show off taking you to a lovely shower, be grateful.

[ Smirking as he ferries Billy along, Loki dapples kisses along a nude shoulder and up Billy's neck, only setting him down once inside the bathroom. He should probably let go of him but the curving of his hands around those hips is a little too addictive to just give up, as is the taste of Billy's skin under a wandering mouth and sucking tongue. He wasn't kidding about his lusts simmering close to the surface, although he plays off the attraction with a nip to a jaw. ]

Hot water, please?

I didn't say I wasn't grateful... just that you're having fun to showing off all that crazy Asgardian strength.

[And touching apparently...

When he's put down, it's a little hard to not be distracted by the hands at his hips or the mouth that doesn't stop wandering. Loki wasn't kidding apparently, not about not being able to keep his hands to himself.]

You're being kind of distracting, you know.

[But yeah, hot water. He can do that.]

You need to get out of the rest of your clothes. It's kind of not fair I'm the only naked one here.

You like all that crazy Asgardian strength.

[ Can't fool him!! Humming in agreement (he really is far too clothed), Loki waves to the shower as he steps back to take off his boots and safely plant them outside the door. No one wants sticky magical garments on their person. And then he just might turn a little more red around the ears as he shucks off his jeans and underwear as one, glancing up to meet Billy's eyes as he ruffles the back of his hair; all the self-control in the world can't quieten down a half-hard cock, alas.

It's the first time anyone since that horrible tryst with Amora has seen him entirely naked, a little self-conscious despite their couch-related make-outs. ]

Better?

Maybe...

[What can he say? He has a thing for super strength. And green, apparently. Billy gets the shower going, but... he really can't help peeking out at Loki as he undresses.

Though he might be a little red too. Couch make-outs are one thing, but seeing Loki entirely naked for the first time? Yeah... Not that it's bad. It's kind of the opposite.]

Uh-- yeah. [Was that the thing to say? These things were easier with Teddy -- or at least Teddy knew how to deal with him not knowing the right things to say always. Not that he's someone Billy wants to think about right now. He shakes his head, trying to keep his eyes above waist level because, yeah, he sees that too, Loki.]

I don't remember you being that muscular back home. You really grew into the new body, Loki.

I've been keeping busy.

[ ~~What is embarrassment for 500.~~ Black nails scrape lightly at the mage's hips as he decides fuck it in a bid against his own self-defeating chagrin, and the body Billy is roving with his eyes (nice try, almost entirely kept them above the waist) settles in behind him. Namely Loki's chin, chest and shoulders as he slumps without any real Asgardian weight, drawing him into a hug. ]

If you're going to check me out, at least use your eyes and your hands.

[ Like ~~Loki~~ a good nosy person would, with "Look but don't touch" being decidedly far outside his vocabulary; as evidenced right now. Loki owes him more than he can ever repay, but freely offering any and all physical contact in Eudio to help acquire Billy's wish (even if he personally thinks the wishes are rotten lies, having enough experience to make him hella wary) is a decent start.

And it's not as if Loki doesn't relish this either, lips drifting up the curve of a neck again. ]

[And Loki is back against him, pressed against his back and mouthing along his neck. It was a reminder that he'd sort of-- forgotten to look to see if there were any actual marks left behind or how noticeable they'd be to other people. It wasn't enough to discourage him from tipping his head to the side, offering up more skin to him.]

If you want me to touch you again, Loki, you're going to have to get in the shower... [He pauses, starting to draw away to step in himself. He had a feeling this should... be a lot harder or a lot weirder to do really. Or maybe he should feel guilty or freak out that he was doing this with the very guy who hadn't been above using him back home.

But this benefits both of them, pushes them closer to their incentives...

Loki is given a smile, warm and playful.]

Come on. I'll wash you.

[ Smiling as his lips trail along Billy's shoulder, he follows him into the shower where the water plasters his hair back in a play of his other-self's preference, fingers threading through the bottles on the wall to pick out which gel he favours and pat Billy on the thigh with it. The marks on his neck are already lightening from where Billy's teeth got a little adventurous, but the hot water makes them stand out more. ]

I'm almost certain that hot showers are Midgard's greatest achievement to date.

Edited 2015-04-21 14:57 (UTC)

That's your favorite thing? Not the internet or TV or...

[He pauses.]

No, you're right. Showers are pretty good. And indoor plumbing.

[Did they have that on Asgardia now? He kind of hopes...

Taking the bottle, Billy grabs a washcloth next and sets to work. Lathering the gel up, he starts at Loki's shoulders and works his way down his chest -- taking his time just a little bit. It's no fun if he doesn't get to explore a little, right? When his eyes catch those marks, he can't help but feel a little smug that he managed to leave them.]

Indoor plumbing is nice but a bath can't beat a shower.

[ He drapes his arms lightly over Billy's shoulders as the intimacy of being washed delights Loki to no end, occasionally leaning in to peck the height of a cheek or a forehead. ]

But my fave-favourite thing has got to be the beautiful, clever mortals that walk it ...

[ Right now, anyway. Laying it on a bit thick, he grins unrepentantly. ]

You really love showers.

[Which is kind of funny -- of all the things to marvel over. Billy's hands work their way lower, down over Loki's stomach, along his thighs as he tips his head back to look at Loki.]

Okay, Loki... [He shakes his head a little in exasperation.] Take it easy with the flattery there.

Is it flattery if it's honesty? I've no control over the stark truth.

[ Shrugging while Billy lathes lower, the thin silver scars from this or that blade over the past year catch the light in the shower; flesh wounds, nothing more, and not many. Almost falling off Avengers Tower hasn't been the only fuck up he had to take as a learning experience in the service of the All-Mother. ]

There's no real filter to it. The waves of honesty are like a storm that I can't harness, I can only skirt them ... and you are beautiful, Billy. The thought came to me and wouldn't be dissuaded, so it spilled out.

[ He still wears a fine blush, long lashes lowered as he takes a sponge off a hook and lathers it up in turn, coasting it down Kaplan's back. ]

At least it was something nice.

[Billy idly traces a couple of those scars in curiosity -- and it gives himself something else to focus on when Loki's insisting all of this is truth.

And he has no reason to disbelieve it either.

If he reddens a little bit, he just hopes he can blame it on the steam from the shower.]

True. No digs yet, or comments on my being clueless.

[He lets out a breath at the way Loki works over his back and -- on second thought, it's easier to lean up and kiss Loki and keep his mouth busy for a second. It isn't bad either, for other reasons.]

You're not that clueless.

[ His reply is swallowed up by a warm wet kiss, running sudsy hands up Billy's sides. He alters the angle a little, just to lean into the one person he shouldn't be letting himself have like this (too selfish to stop himself) and the long hard line of his cock presses against a thigh, finding the indent to rock there as subtly as he can manage. He once told Teddy he was a lovely dream, yet the same can be said of Kaplan too.

A low purr rumbles into the kiss that he draws out, hands safely (and consciously) ensconced in the bubbles around Billy's hips. When Loki eases back enough to see him, his eyes are a darker green and he huffs a chagrined smile, bringing up crooked fingers to help tuck aside Billy's soaked bangs. ]

I fear you're a little too inspiring. I'm sorry.

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