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[ Combing his fingers through Billy's sopping hair, he wrings it out with a briefly tightened grip that relaxes at the nape of his neck. Those kisses are going to be the death of him. ]

I ... don't want to ruin things for you and Teddy. Whatever you want is more than enough.

He could lie and subvert and omit if he was himself, truly, but not with Billy; not about this. Being a wedge isn't his goal, all evidence to the contrary put aside for the moment. At the end of the day, Billy is the one risking something even tangentially; Loki isn't. Loki can give and give and give, he won't tire of this. ]

[Loki is so concerned about him and Teddy -- and it's a touch annoying and a bit... oddly endearing. Billy shakes his head though and lets out a sigh.

Teddy was sort of the guy he was trying to not think about at all lately, but--]

Loki, whatever happens between Teddy and I just happens. It won't be on you if we don't get back together. [He hesitates for a moment, shaking his head.]

Besides, I signed up for this, you know, even after I read all the fine print. I knew what I was getting into... even if we get back together, that wouldn't change.

[It couldn't change. A lot was still riding on his deal, if they could really give him what he asked for.

But with that out of the way, he nudges at Loki to press him back against the wall, his lips trailing down to his neck again instead.]

That said, I don't think I'm ready for everything tonight. [Not with Loki, not with anyone, maybe.]

I didn't think you'd want to fuck me in a shower, Billy.

[ Forcing down a soft snort, his smile ducks with his chin as he slides his hands up Billy's smooth skin from shoulder to ass, skimming the outsides of his thighs to bring them flush together without an inch of space to spare. With arousal burning steadily through Loki, he ducks down to seal a love-bite on the curve of a neck, eager to leave a mark now some of the guilt is levered off his shoulders (except not really, but he'll pretend for the time being). ]

You were probably thinking about it at least though, right?

[His own laugh is cut short when he's pulled in close against Loki, no space between them at all. He rolls his hips slowly in response, grinding against him to give them both some friction.

His head tilts to offer Loki more room along his neck as his own hands trail down to his hips, dropping the washcloth in favor of keeping him close.]

Ah ... guilty as charged.

[ Parting his lips as he curls around Billy with an eagerness born of many (deserved) nights alone, Loki arches into him with ever-rising hips and gnaws a dark red bruise into place just above where Billy's collar won't be able to hide it, muffled groans vibrating into hot skin until a hand slides between them ...

Loki's hitched breaths paint under Billy's ear once long fingers curl around both their lengths, not bothering to cover up the way he shivers with each stroke, knees weakening so his weight sags back against the tiling. ]

[Billy moans when fingers encircle them, when Loki's mouth keeps working up marks that he knows are going to be there for days, that he's going to have to work to hide... if he can hide them.]

Are you trying to write your name?

[He asks, his voice a bit rougher with desire. His hands trail down to the curve of Loki's ass, kneading lightly, using the leverage to keep him close -- or as much as he can. Not like he could really hold Loki anywhere he didn't want to be.]

You'd know if I was.

[ As strong as Loki can be he's nevertheless pliant and easy to move at Billy's whims, a knee sliding up to hook around the other's waist easily (hurray for height differences) as they move together; he strokes them faster, twisting a tighter grip that steals the Silvertongue's words and finally causes Loki's head to tip back as he screws his eyes shut, an Adam's apple running with droplets from the shower. A high-pitched whine builds, cut off hastily as he bites his lip.

He certainly likes it when Billy is on top, if there was ever any doubt about that, groaning his name so it echoes back under the hush of the water, and he's not going to last long after holding off on this since the couch. ]

[With Loki's head tipped back, Billy's mouth moves to his throat to leave more of his own marks. It's only fair, if Loki's going to do the same. And it's hard to not want to give more when Loki is making noises like that.

There's a slightly sharper nip to the skin beneath his lips as he moves one hand between their bodies to try and shoo Loki's hand away to take over. He wants to see just how many more of those whines he can draw out, what other sort of noises.]

Let me.

[ A funny kind of shudder runs through him when Billy starts in on his neck again, sifting through dark clumps of hair to keep him in place. With his hands free he can let them paw and roam as they please, a greedy palm kneading down a slender chest in the slick shower-water and black nails scraping at the hairline leading to Billy's cock, offering new and heightening sensations. He doesn't expect Billy will brag about this, so for that reason Loki lets him hear every gasp and moan that leaves pattering droplets into an open mouth.

He knows he'll be the first to come, resigned and pleased in the small span of time it takes for him to realise he's much closer than he first thought. Hips stutter and he rakes his nails down the curve of a spine, bucking needily. He could be attacked by all of Asgardia right now and he wouldn't be able to stop, a mind's eye filled with thoughts of Billy fucking and biting him in bed, jerking him off ... It's near-seamless when he comes for a second time since turning up to tell stories, tensing as he shudders hard and tries not to make a sound against the guttural yell that longs to bark free. ]

[Stories, right. They got so off track here and Billy doesn't even know how everything escalated -- how everything always escalates with Loki around. It doesn't feel bad right now, not with long fingers moving over his skin, black nails raking at his skin to make muscles twitch and skin burn slightly.

Billy plants his free hand beside Loki on the wall, pushing himself back enough to watch as Loki gives himself over -- no, no bragging. He just enjoys seeing the effect he has on Loki, part of him enjoying the way he's coming apart with each stroke of his hand.

He's not quite there, himself, but watching Loki come, feeling the warmth spilling against his hand, against their skin, is enough to almost push him there.]

Loki-- [This probably shouldn't happen between them again, but Billy has a feeling that it will -- and maybe it's because there is some sort of attraction between them, to Loki that's genuine. Maybe it's just because he likes how Loki will apparently give himself over in things like this. Either way, he's probably sort of in trouble.

Too bad trouble, in this case, feels amazing. He gasps, mouth returning to the crook of Loki's shoulder when a few more strokes has him following Loki.]

[ Perhaps in honour of their little story-telling get-together, Loki memorises every moment of Billy's orgasm in turn and documents how it feels to have him pour his come between them, godly fingers drifting down to caress the curve of a tight sac and give a helpful squeeze as release finds the lovely boy in his arms. Beautiful, like a Midgardian painting of old with an exquisite boy on view for all to see. After, when they both slump and Loki's heels prop him up so he doesn't have to crush Billy with his sagging weight, he murmurs over the curve of an ear. ]

... Hah. [ Catching his breath with a smile. ] And that's the story of how a witchboy wrecked a god, capturing him for at least the rest of the night.

[ Because he's definitely staying over now. ]

[Lets himself sags into Loki, panting against his skin as he relishes the afterglow, the way Loki's body feels pressed against his. For a moment, nothing else really matters besides that--

And then Loki speaks and he can't help but laugh.]

For the rest of the night, huh? Good. [Because he kind of liked having someone else in his bed, truth be told, and it'd probably get a little weird if Tommy always filled that purpose.]

Is there a part in the story where we totally ruined the purpose of a shower? Because we're messy again.

[At least now they only had to rinse off though.]

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[ Rubbing his nose along a shoulder as he shudders with chuckles, Loki nudges Billy back under the spray with every move languid and lazy, smiling more freely than he usually would. ]

The best place to get clean and dirty, arguably. [ There's a warmth inside as the water sloughs off their mess, one that makes him a little shy of catching Billy's eye. ] I may sleep like a log.

[Billy follows the nudging without protest, his hands coming back up around Loki's shoulders once they're both back under the water. It's--

new, to see Loki smiling so much. This relaxed. Then again, it's probably the same when it comes to him. Back home, they both had their reasons to be guarded, to not be able to just joke around with each other.

To do stuff like this too. He's pretty sure this would never happen back home. But he'll debate on his choices later. Right now, he just leans in to nuzzle beneath Loki's jawline lightly, a smile coming to his lips.]

Mm, me too. [He pulls back enough to give Loki a more playful look.] Do I get breakfast in the morning? Or would you like to go grab something at a diner?

[He was fine either way -- just... don't ask him to cook something impressive, Loki. Not a good idea.]

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[ The nuzzle gets a poke of his nose in Billy's hair, laughing as he pretends to think. ]

If we're fooling around in the morning then I'm not cooking, so make your choice now.

[ The water claps loudly as Loki smacks him lightly on the ass. ]

Hey--!

[The smack is unexpected, even if it is light and he gets a rather indignant huff. Wow, Loki.]

I have to do it now? [How does he know he'll be in a fooling around mood in the morning?]

Fine. We'll go out for breakfast.

[ What a cute flush. Loki's grin widens as he infers there will, likely as not, be some fooling around. He reaches for the shampoo as he lets Billy go, actually wanting a proper wash instead of just damp cuddling, still close enough to squirt him on the top of his head too. ]

I have to be in the mood to cook, I don't spring up with all the joys of a dwarf mining unexpected gold in his bed. Know a good diner though, even if there's a girl frequenting it who likes to throw milkshakes in my face.

[ Sure was a thing that happened. ]

[Well, since Loki seemed to think it's a good idea to squirt the shampoo in his hair too, he starts scrubbing.]

What? Why does she throw milkshakes in your face?

[Loki, what have you been getting up to...]

[ The first thing he chooses to preface the explanation with is, ]

I didn't do anything to her that she didn't do to me.

What does that even mean? Did you throw a milkshake on her?

[... Loki.]

No! She was being rude and didn't enjoy getting a taste of her own medicine.

[ Huffing, he rinses off his hair. The steam follows him out as he steps to grab a towel, gesturing. ]

I wouldn't throw a perfectly good milkshake on anyone without exceptional cause.

Uh-huh...

[Billy still isn't sure he believes that -- but Loki apparently thinks that's the truth or he couldn't say it at all, right?

When he moves from the shower, Billy goes to rinse off before he shuts the water off and follows. Grabbing a towel, he shakes his head.]

So you have standards then.

[ An inability to speak lies leaves Loki free to select certain truths, although those he uses say more than he intends; but, better the devil he's aware of. ]

Wow. [ Startled into laughing, Loki wraps a towel around his hips. Deliberately low? Maybe. ] What sort of boy do you think I am, Kaplan?

[ Go on. So offended, hmph. ]

[He rolls his eyes, wrapping his own towel around his waist and gives Loki a nudge.]

The kind who takes bizarre food items very seriously. C'mon, let's go lie down.

Speaking of oddities in the food genre, you know what I've never understood? Pez. There should be a Pez of me, I'd carry it everywhere.

[ Loki knows the way to Billy's bedroom, having lounged around in there with their own night-time sky during the gaming party. He seems to be at home as he picks up his boots to take along (and only those, owing to their worth) to place beside the bed where he strips off his towel to ruffle his hair dry, unashamedly naked in front of the window. ]

Could they do that? Make me a plastic little head to hold all the Midgardian candy I please.

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