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[ 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.]

[ He never would have imagined getting as far with Billy as to peck him on the cheek, let alone to fall apart in his bed, worked open in a way that has Loki moaning into desperate kisses. It's surreal and wonderful, raking through that silly floppy hair and reaching down ... When he finds Billy's erection he squeezes him from root to tip, echoing the tightening of his own body around probing fingers. Loki laughs softly into his mouth, when he isn't gasping that is.

He could last a long time but it's so much sweeter to give into temptation, each keening wail shortening as the pleasure builds. ]

Billy, I'm ...

[ Coming, although the build is steady enough for him to flag a warning just as his brows screw up and his fist twists around Billy's cock, wanting to stave off his release moments more. Just a little longer, ah. ]

[He wouldn't have imagined it either, not with the way Loki gave him that confession or the way things were at home. That doesn't mean he's not enjoying it now that it's happening though. There's a desperate noise that leaves him when Loki's hand moves to his cock, hips rocking forward into the firm touch.

At the warning, he pulls away, enough to bury his face against Loki's neck and moan at the hand that twists around him, the motion of his fingers faltering for a moment before regaining their rhythm.]

Loki...

[Yes. He wants to see Loki, wants to feel him tighten around his fingers and arch beneath him. He wants to hear him and feel him coming from his hand alone.]

[ Hearing Billy so needy does dangerous things to Loki's insides which have nothing to do with sex, stroking him off as best he can while being fucked himself, distracted with good reason. It's so easy to let himself unravel here under his beautiful friend whom he so grievously wronged, a hoarse cry cut off with a sob as he comes hard without ever having his own cock touched, entirely losing his focus as the hot spatter stripes up his torso and he cinches around Billy's fingers to keep him right there. His own grip flexes while Loki tosses his head back, Billy's name on his lips ...

It's probably the most honest with him that he's ever been, even as he holds him close. ]

[Billy moans, low and desperate. Loki is undoing him as much as he seems to be undoing him in return. Teeth rake over Loki's neck as he clenches around his fingers. The heat Loki's putting off, the sob of his name... Loki is going to drive him crazy before the morning is over. Eventually, when he's sure he's milked every last drop of pleasure from Loki, his fingers slow to a stop. His hips buck forward though, so close to his own release at Loki's hands that he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted. A broken please leaves his lips before they seek Loki out for another kiss.]

[ As the red haze dies down and he finally returns to hearing his own ragged panting, a few moments are spent revelling in Billy's kisses — fingers twitching around a hard cock, oh, whoops — until a grin slides into place with a huff. ]

Bright Eyes, you're too sweet ...

[ It's so easy to summon back his strength into lazy, fully stretched limbs, gathering Billy up as Loki rolls them over to put himself between his lover's legs. He wastes no time sucking at a flushed throat, letting his approving moans vibrate into each mouthful as they slip and slide lower, his hands running down Billy's sides as if to memorise the sweat-covered skin. ]

I think you still have something of mine.

[ With his tongue trailing southward, Loki bows his head to lave broad, hot strokes along Billy's cock. While one hand strokes a stiff shaft into the heat of a descending mouth, another curls under tight, heavy balls to knead the come there, each wet suck of pink lips around the mage both loud and unapologetic in the quiet of Billy's room. Mine. For now, at least. ]

Loki--

[It's about the most intelligent response he can manage for a moment through arousal and heat and want. He lets himself be gathered up, readjusted, taking a moment to draw in a few ragged breaths as he arches back, offers up more of his throat for Loki's mouth.

His clean hand comes up to tangle through Loki's hair in encouragement, eyes hazily focusing on Loki's face as he moves down.]

You look amazing...

[Which, oops, isn't exactly what he meant to say out loud, but it slipped out and Billy can't be bothered to care or be embarrassed when Loki's tongue is back on his cock. Hips buck of their own accord, a noise tangling in his throat.]

Oh, god--

[He's not sure how long he's going to last -- he's already too worked up from earlier, from just watching Loki, fucking him with his own fingers-- just the memory sends a shudder up his spine and makes him whine in pleasure.]

[ You look amazing. Grinning against Billy's length, he decides his mage has waited long enough and descends on him with the full talent of a wicked tongue (twisting, rubbing) and a working throat (swallowing him down to let Billy get as deep as he needs, again and again) to spoil his lover rotten. Loki doesn't plan on moving away for a moment, fingertips kneading at the soft slip of skin just above a pink hole, a strong palm cupping at balls. Come, I've got you. Come, Billy, I know you want to; want me.

Billy's taste is salty and thick, but it isn't complete. Not yet. In preparation, Loki adjusts his breathing and moans around his mouthful so no mistake will be made when remembering whose mouth this is, and green eyes flicker up, attentively locked on a pretty face. ]

[There's a strangled noise, Billy's eyes widening as he curls forward a bit, fingers tightening more through Loki's hair. No more playing around and Billy's so grateful for it right now. Overwhelming pleasure and a mouth that's too talented. Eyes lock on Loki, making himself focusing as much as he possibly can.]

Loki, I'm--

[There's a strangled curse when Loki moans and no, he can't do it. He can't hold back when Loki is looking up at him like that, with that wicked mouth and those fingers working an entirely different kind of magic. It feels like he's burning up with arousal, with pleasure. When he comes, it's with Loki's name on his lips, muscles tightening and trembling as he rides out the pleasure.]

[ The salty tang pasting his palate isn't unwelcome, even if it's strong; Billy manages to come straight down Loki's working throat, every drop milked out of him by loving, rubbing lips until they drift back to the slick crown, laving a sticky slit. Loki rests his forehead against a hip, hands smoothing around Billy's thighs while catching his breath, and he nips a little as he waits for the other man's sanity to return in due course.

He won't forget the way Billy looked when falling apart, how his dick pulsed and entire body seized with it because of Loki, for Loki. Mineminemine. ]

You look incredible when you come, Billy Kaplan. For the record.

[ Nuzzling at a belly, Loki's messy dark hair drags around to veil his face. ]

Edited 2015-05-10 15:23 (UTC)

[Billy is lax under Loki besides the rise and fall of his chest as he draws in quick breaths, heart pounding still. It takes him a moment to remember, or even care, how to speak -- and then Loki's comment is met with a soft laugh.]

I guess that's a good thing, Loki. I mean, if there are going to be repeats...

[He pauses, looking down.]

I mean, not now. We'll need to wash up so we can grab some food soon. [Because hey, he sort of worked up an appetite now. Busy morning and all.]

I'll cook. [ He knows they were diner-bound, but the selfish urge to keep Billy to himself and to show him he's more than god of this or that is strong. Kissing his way up a chest and neck, he settles comfortably between Billy's legs with his own great weight on a bent arm, brushing back sweat-stuck hair. A second palm slides idly up and down a thigh as Loki pulls a squinty face. ] If you want to stay in bed, that is. I can. I should like to.

[ Shut up, Loki. ]

Really? [Billy arches a brow, slightly surprised by the offer when Loki had been pretty adamant about going out -- though Billy's not complaining. Each pleasant little kiss leaves his skin almost tingling, and when Loki's finally settled above him, he can't resist reaching up to press a hand against his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin there almost fondly.] Mm...

[Wow. He laughs a bit.] You're impressive. [He draws his knees up a little though, bracketing Loki's hips and arching a bit to feel the press of his body. It's way too intimate, but Billy likes it. The way Loki's body feels against his, strong and solid and warm. He nods.] Yeah, sure. Let's stay in.

[Loki was a good cook after all.]

I know, I'm illegal on some planets.

[ Grinning indulgently, he nudges a kiss from those sweet lips as he lets some of his weight sink down, just enough for Billy to feel comfortably trapped in post-coital bliss, skin-on-skin everywhere. The flippant comment isn't followed up with anything, not for a while as Loki plans on kissing Billy right up until he absolutely needs to leave the bed.

It's going to be a fun morning all over again. ]

You're a dork.

[But Billy surrenders to that kiss easily, even as he tastes himself lingering on those lips. The weight earns a contented noise as hands come up to smooth down Loki's back.

This is going to be so much trouble, being friends with Loki again. But he likes him and he likes this--

And he's definitely in no hurry to let Loki leave, so he supposes this works out for both of them at the moment.]

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