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[ 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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