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[That was totally a giggle. Loki giggles.]

Oh, is it?

[If Loki kept moving like that, Billy wasn't going to be held accountable for when things started happening. It was kind of hard to not react when he had a squirmy god pressed flush against him.

As a matter of fact, he can't help pressing a little firmer against Loki as teeth rake against the back of Loki's neck before he peppers kisses over the skin.]

[ The polite thing to do would be to pretend that erections aren't a thing, but Loki doesn't want Billy in any doubt as to the effect those teeth are having on him even when he isn't shivering. His ass rocks back, seeking to inspire the same hardness; this almost never happens, he can't be blamed. ]

Ah ... hah, asking for a preview?

[ Each kiss over a certain spot under his ear, right where the skin is softest, has him making helpless noises in the back of his throat and his hips losing their rhythm. Score one for Kaplan. ]

[His fingers curl, pressing a little firmer against Loki's stomach, breathing out warmly against his neck, between each noise Loki makes and the consistent friction, there's really no pretending that erections aren't a thing, you know. Even after last night, it seems like his body is only eager for more of this.

He finally gives in with a roll of his hips, grinding himself against the curve of Loki's ass.]

Depends... what sort of preview?

[ Billy will have his work cut out if he wants to grind like that, it's been long enough since Loki wanted to get laid by a beautiful man (a friend, so much rarer) that he gives himself over to it completely and bucks against him, encouraging him to move as he pleases, even to pin him down if needs be. A whine catches in his throat as the cotton of his boxers creates friction he isn't sure he loves or loathes and tilting his head back he pecks at a chin and jaw, spilling a rougher voice. ]

The best kind.

[Billy swallows, biting back a noise of his own. Loki is so responsive, reactive... and he realizes somewhere in there this really could be trouble in whole other ways because he really doesn't want to stop. As a matter of fact, he's sort of wondering how many other ways he can have Loki make those noises, which other things make him squirm--

His hand shifts, holding firmly to Loki's hip in an attempt to keep him in place for a moment, a low noise tangling in his throat at the friction when he rolls his hips again. The thin layers between them though-- they're more irritating at the moment than anything.

He nips again, at one of those more sensitive spots.]

We're going to have to lose the boxers soon, you know.

[ Held fast as Billy drags his hard-on against the curve of an ass, Loki shudders and his voice might be pitched slightly higher after a shaky exhale. ]

Not a problem.

[ The offending boxers are dragged off in the scant seconds it takes to shove and kick them out of the radius of the bed, the limits of his attention only extending that far. Pushing the covers down too, he brings a knee up higher, bent against the bed to allow Billy room to maneuver over him without rustling up a storm.

Panting shallowly against a pillow, Loki guides Billy's hand around to the heavy cock trapped against the mattress. ]

Touch me.

[ He has to force himself to say it, eyes hidden against the bedding and cheeks burning. ]

[Loki can do it like that. Billy's own clothes disappear with a little bit of magic because, really, there's no way he could convince himself to move from the press of Loki's naked body against his right now.

Besides, apparently one of his hands is going to be occupied.

He smiles a little, propping himself up on an elbow to be able to look down at Loki while his other hand curls around Loki's cock as asked -- and the next time he presses against Loki's ass, it's actually skin against skin. The contact sends a jolt through his nerves, makes him moan lowly against Loki's ear.]

Like this?

[ A choked, ] Yes, yes; like that, ah ... [ is all the verbal agreement he can dredge up, Silvertongue turned to lead as he matches Billy's moan with his own and drives insistently against those slender fingers in the morning sunlight, a hand gripping at the bed flexing and tightening by degrees. The hard line against Loki's ass turns his breathing ragged as he tries to pour his efforts into rutting backwards so Billy can feel every resulting twitch in the cock caught in his fist.

Recalling what Billy said last night about not wanting to go all the way, Loki damns himself as he cranes around to try and steal a hungry kiss, wanting him inside somehow even as the thought of more slicks Billy's hand with precome, a tremble caught in Loki's hips. ]

[He's not sure if Loki has any idea how hard it is to recall his own ground rules when Loki is rutting back into him like that. His hand pumps over him a little faster, matching the rhythm set by his hips, delving into that kiss almost greedily. If he can't be inside Loki the way that's so very tempting right now, with his ass pressed back firmly against him, then he can at least have this... he can have Loki's taste on his tongue and swallow whatever noises he manages to draw out. His thumb plays across the tip of Loki's cock on an upstroke, teases against the slit before sliding back down the length of him.]

[ He has a hard time recalling his own name by the time Billy is stroking him in earnest, hard and aching as he covets the feel of having someone equally eager to rut against. Not just anyone, no, but BillyBillyBilly (as Loki groans it) who makes him whine and buck as the pad of a thumb grazes through slick precome and drives him to writhe, knees widening on the bed. Panting nasally into the kiss, he breaks away to nose against a cheek and reaches back to show Billy how it could be, the tip of the mage's cock guided to rub over a tight hole.

Loki's head drops forward, concentrating on breathing so the heat of arousal doesn't spiral to his head too much. ]

You're a damnable tease ...

[ Able to reduce a god to keening in the back of his throat, though. ]

Who's teasing now?

[Between the way Loki keeps repeating his name or grabs him and guides him until the head of his cock is pressed against tight muscle and every inch of him practically aches to be inside of him. If Loki is already this reactive, this responsive just from rutting against each other, how would he be if they were actually as close as they could possibly get, if they were--

Dammit.

It's so hard to pull away, but he somehow finds it in him to do just that for a moment, hand slipping away from Loki in favor of giving him a tug.]

Roll over, Loki.

[Because as much as he was enjoying that, getting to watch every look flitting across Loki's face sounds even more amazing... and maybe less temptation too, if he has a distraction like that.]

[ Laughing breathlessly into the pillow, he's almost relieved when Billy orders him to move around, even if he does grumble something about not being a Hel-hound, thanks.

On his back, he shakes out his hair and easily spreads his legs to permit Billy in between, lashes a little spiky and eyes a dark bottle-green. A blush lends itself to his pale physique, from throat to thighs in pink highlights that beg for attention, knees already reddened from kneeling under Billy, and between his legs is slick as the position exposes him beyond hope. Loki licks kiss-swollen lips, sliding a lazy hand down his body to idly stroke a heavy cock, fully erect with a sheen of sweat all over.

Enjoy that visual, friend. ]

Billy ...

[For a moment, all Billy really can do is look at the god spread out underneath him, eyes roaming hungrily down over flushed skin to settle between Loki's spread thighs. Billy should probably be worried that this had to be among some of the best sights he'd ever gotten a chance to lay eyes on... but right now, he's too caught up in it to even care.

Besides, the way Loki says his name prompts him back into moving. One hand grasps for Loki's hand to guide it away from his cock and his lips graze over the center of Loki's chest. His eyes dart up to Loki's face as he kisses his way down, stops here and there to tease with teeth and tongue while his other hand moves to brace against Loki's other thigh.

Somewhere, his plans had changed. Maybe it was just because this was one of the gods from fantastic old tales he used to love, in this shape because of him, panting his name. Maybe it's because Loki, and it's kind of unfair how gorgeous he is aged up and filled out... Either way, Billy sort of wants to relish in this, give Loki more in the ways that he can.

He reaches Loki's cock and moves to lick from base to tip, eyes darting up to meet Loki's.]

[ His fingers unfurl along Billy's side, skimming up into his hair as the sweet wet lips pluck their way down the central cavity of his chest, an abdomen growing taut as soft dampness drifts ever lower. The prick of teeth is delicious, thighs tensing as he stifles a gasp; if Billy isn't a complete wet dream right now, Loki doesn't know what is.

A noise leaves the back of his throat when a hot tongue lashes his cock, green eyes meeting brown steadily. Loki paws through Billy's hair to hold it out of the way and arches his hips, wanting more. ]

You're very much the tease, Billy, now and evermore.

It's not teasing if you plan on giving someone what they want. Or at least some of what they want.

[And he proves it by taking Loki's cock between his lips. His attentions are focused on the head to start, tongue playing along the underside, tracing beneath the ridge as his hand wraps around what he hasn't take in. He's done this for Teddy in the past, of course, when they've had time or things have gotten way too overheated... but it's different still. The taste of Loki on his tongue, the feel of him in his hand. It's not bad, especially not when it has Loki watching him so intently. His eyes crinkle up in the corners in amusement as he descends a little bit deeper, cheeks hollowing out.]

You're starting to sound like m-me, oh gods ...

[ Voice hitching as Billy descends on him with all the happy enthusiasm Loki could have dreamed up, he's suddenly glad that Teddy never got much farther than this because it's given Billy the chance to hone his cock-sucking craft into something even Loki can't find fault with. Is he giggling as he sucks him down? Od's blood. He's laughing as he sucks Loki's cock, how is he even real ...

Moaning Billy's name with an unashamed freedom that fills the room, he threads his fingers through long brown hair and fixes his grip to guide him into a steady, strong pace that has Loki breathing shallowly and biting his lip in no time. Precome paints over Billy's pretty pink mouth when Loki pauses to see how it looks with his cock resting on the tip of the boy's tongue, a roll of his hips feeding the rigid length home. ]

Fuck, you look divine.

[It's easy to look enthusiastic when he's enjoying this, enjoying finding out what Loki likes the most and which spots are most sensitive. The fingers that go through his hair, grip tighter send a shiver through him, makes his cock twitch and it's a struggle to not grind himself down against the bed right now.

But he'd still rather focus his attention on this, on Loki.

When a roll of Loki's lips has him sliding even deeper into his mouth, when that compliment reaches his ears, he lets out a moan around the sensitive flesh. His hand slides down further, cupping his balls, massaging gently before he gets another idea.

His hand shifts again, drifts a little lower between spread thighs to press up against Loki's entrance. He doesn't dare actually press in. His fingers nowhere near slick enough for that. But he does tease along the tight hole, rubs over muscle, eyes drifting back up to watch for Loki's reaction.]

[ One of his hands snatches the bedsheets, transferring the strength of his grip there in lieu of hurting Billy with the ruffling hold cupping the back of his head, guiding him. That moan travels through Loki like a cure, lightening his insides as he dares to arch into that soft, sweet mouth, thoughts disassembling with every adventurous caress that slips lower and lower ...

He goes very quiet and tense when his entrance is teased by gentle fingertips, green eyes burning darkly through slit as he peers down the length of his body, each breath laboured and apprehensive but without fear, want conveyed by the brief way his grip tightens in Billy's hair. Loki shudders, licking his lips, and a low noise catches in his chest as tense thighs widen, trying to find his raw voice. ]

Billy. [ If he didn't have his dick down a throat he wouldn't ask, but he does. ] Can you fuck me with your fingers? Would you?

[Billy's eyes mirror the same heat, the same desire, darkened with it more with the way Loki moves beneath with. Each arch, each time fingers grip at his hair... it's just what he wants to see. Honestly, Loki could have probably asked for a lot and Billy would have given it.

Loki will feel pressure back against his hand, Billy needing to pull away from him enough to reach up for the drawer he keeps a bottle of lube stashed away in -- just in case. Better to be prepared for things here.

He snatches the bottle up as his tongue swirls around the tip of Loki's cock again, teases into the slit. The look he gives Loki is hungry -- Billy won't break his own rules on this. He's waited a long time to have sex that jumping into it after dinner with Loki didn't feel... right. Maybe later, after more trust is built up or something. He doesn't know. But he does want it, resolve not to do it doesn't change that. He wants to be inside of Loki in some way.

Fingers will do just fine for now.

Though this is still one of those things he's never done to anyone else really and he gives Loki a look, just to make sure he's really sure, that he meant that request.]

[ The click of the opening lube draws his attention away from the ceiling where his gaze wanders as Billy shifts around, propping up on bent elbows so his view is unimpeded. He tilts his head at the sight of Billy laving at a stiff cock and wonders if he could snap a picture sometime, just to keep for himself (no, don't be creepy) or if it would be too odd to replay the scene later when he's alone in his own bed, a green illusory Wiccan naked and working over Loki's cock like he never should have stopped.

It's his respect for Billy that prompts the boundaries to hold fast between them, with Loki desperate but conscientious of his friend's wishes. Like they're back in the spaceship, almost; Loki reads him so easily. ]

Go slow, don't worry about hurting me. You couldn't do serious damage if you tried.

[ He might just be getting addicted to stealing Billy's firsts. ]

[Loki's reassurances seem to work, Billy offering up a bit of a smile as he pulls off of Loki entirely to slick his fingers with the lube before he puts it aside. After that, slick digits move back down between Loki's spread thighs.] You were right... this was a way better start to the morning than cooking breakfast. [It's easier to joke and tease to distract himself a little as he starts to work a finger inside of Loki. Slow, like he'd been told. He worked against the tight hole, rubbing over the muscle, applying steady pressure when he thought Loki was relaxed enough to accept the intrusion. His eyes dart back to Loki's face as he leans in again to lap along the length of his cock, daring to carefully nibble along the sides of the rigid flesh just to see what sort of reaction Loki might give. If Loki was addicted to taking his firsts, Billy might just be getting addicted to the sight of Loki flushed and hard for him. But overall, it might not be the worst mess he could have ended up in. At least it feels pretty amazing right now.]

I'm always ri— hah, ah!

[ Effectively silenced by the slender digit that rubs its way into the tight heat of his ass, he tips his head back and closes his eyes when slick fingers smoothly fuck him open. Lip curling, Loki groans and tips up his hips as a dark red blush stains his cheeks and throat, taut thighs burning as little noises keep escaping him during Billy's experimental probing, riding his hand as he grows accustomed to being stretched. Barely It's maddeningly good, and when Billy's wet mouth goes back to attending Loki's cock he lets a shudder ripple through him from the inside-out. ]

It — It feels good, add more.

[ Understatement. ]

[Billy sort of... never wants to forget this. He wants to remember the way that Loki moves against his hand, the tight heat of his body that makes Billy's cock twitch with desire, the way his skin has flushed red--

It's a picture worthy moment, if he was the sort.

A second digit is added when Loki asks for it, a noise tangling in the back of his throat at the tightness surround his fingers as he picks up a rhythm, fingers stroking Loki inside as his lips come back around the head of his cock. His tongue traced along the ridge as he started back to work in earnest, wanting to give Loki as much pleasure as he could.]

[ Loki won't be picky about how he gets to have Billy here, not when those fingers have him riding a hand like they might as well be a cock, knee hitching up as he slides a leg over Billy's shoulder. He lets him see the result of what this could have been too, softer noises escaping him as the pace picks up and it's all he can do to give himself over entirely. When the pads of those soft digits press up just so, Loki arches on the bed and cries out, a heel digging into a back. This is what it's like to fuck the god of mischief, bare and without illusion on any level.

The Liesmith's words fail him from then on as shameless efforts are made to drag Billy up for a kiss while that hand is busy below. Tugging, now and then, at his hair; he would speak, but for once he's forgotten how. ]

[They'll have more, one day. Each stroke of his fingers and the way they curl up just so to find that spot that had Loki crying out is a promise of that. Billy doesn't think he'll be satisfied with just hands and mouths forever when Loki falls apart under him like this. The tugs at his hair have him moving back up and his other hand plants against the back of Loki's knee to draw the leg over his shoulder to the god's chest as he kisses him fiercely. Hungry and demanding as he coaxes Loki's lips to part for him sot hat he can taste him, so that he can be inside of Loki in every way available to him at the moment.]

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