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But not with you, no. Never again. Note to self: Billy Kaplan's lips are like the jaws of Galactus, do not get sucked in!

[ You asked for that one, bruh. ]

[Really.

Did he really want to start this?]

Uh-huh. You're just bothered that I wasn't all that impressed with your kiss.

In my defense, I wasn't really trying. I thought I'd get hit for my efforts, brief as they were.

[ He was being circumspect about avoiding more black eyes, okay. ]

It would take a lot more than a kiss to make me hit you again, Loki.

May I, then? Kiss you again.

[ Juuuust going to keep his chin in a hand, propped up as he watches him with steady, intent green eyes. Blinking after a moment where his attentiveness quirks in an almost-smile, Loki licks his lips just to allay any dryness, reflexive even in the way a tooth catches the lower to worry it. ]

You want to kiss me again?

[He almost wants to ask why, but considering where they are? It's... kinda obvious why. Incentives and all that.]

Well, since you actually asked, I guess one redemption kiss won't hurt. Just to see if you really are okay at it.

[ His smile flares brightly for a moment, dimming as Loki slides in close so their sides align and it's easier to drape an arm behind Billy on the sofa. Curled knuckles brush along his jaw as Loki stares into those brown eyes, his gaze drifting to Billy's lips as he simply savours the intimacy of that much simple touching (you're beautiful he says without words, this is what I want). Tilting his chin, agile fingers glide through the floppy locks by a temple and brush Billy's hair aside, the soft pads of Loki's fingertips trailing lightly around the shell of an ear, drifting to seek out sensitive softness on a throat where most people wouldn't get a chance to touch.

He doesn't quite kiss him yet, cupping the back of a neck to draw him in so their lips can brush, a sleek lick tracing all around the seam of Billy's delectable mouth with formal but lewd interest (here, here is where I want to taste you).

In a low voice, little more than a rumble in Loki's chest that huffs hot air over Billy's open mouth, he murmurs, ] How am I doing so far?

[The minute those fingers start to trail over him is the exact moment Billy sort of figures he's in trouble. A shiver goes through him at the intimacy that almost has him off guard. Kissing isn't something new -- he's probably kissed Teddy every way there is to kiss. Teddy and other boyfriends back home and other people here.

But intimacy and longing, whether it's real or for show, isn't something he's used to with anyone besides Teddy really... at least to this degree.

His lips part a little of their own accord at the way Loki's tongue moves, anticipating a proper kiss -- and what he gets instead is a question and Loki's breath warm over his skin. There's a moment where Billy's lips curl up in amusement, where he's distracted from the sudden attraction there -- being attracted to Loki is a bad idea in any way shape or form too, Kaplan.

And he could pull back. As a matter of fact, he should. Brush all of this off with a joke and leave maybe leave Loki wanting a little bit. Seems fair, after all the teasing.

Instead, one hand moves to tangle through Loki's hair and he leans forward to answer that question with an actual kiss of his own because there wasn't any sense in leaving himself wanting and curious over what it might be like. Too well... Loki might just have done too well.

But it's easy to ignore that when he's focusing on the way Loki's lips feel against his, the way kissing him isn't all that bad when he's prepared for it and there's no misunderstanding the reasoning behind it.]

[ An echo of a laugh is lost in the press of the insistent kiss, which he takes control of from the start. There's a hunger to the way he moves, banked passion in the combing of black-nailed fingers through Billy's hair to gently rest at the nape of his neck, but he lets the wealth of it translate with every sensual stroke and hard suck of tongue, seeking out the roof of a mouth, the hot sides, smooth teeth, until Billy's mouth has Loki written all through it with an amorous claiming. It's such a pleasant experience that Loki wonders what it would be like to kiss him for hours, lazy like this, over and over ...

Catching a lower lip between his teeth, he nips him there only to peck it better. There's a lot of play in the way Loki encourages Billy to part his lips and meet a licking tongue in the cool air, enjoying the clashing temperature of the room.

One kiss, yes, but Billy never specified a time limit, along with many other details. ]

[Billy's hand travels from Loki's hair down his neck to rest at his chest. It's not to push him away if the way he grasps of the fabric of his shirt almost instinctively in response to the way Loki's tongue delves and explores until his mind is momentarily focused on Loki -- the taste of him and the feel of him and every wicked little thing he apparently knows how to do with that mouth of his.

Guess he really had earned the name Silvertongue for more than one reason--

The nip earns a low noise escaping Billy before he can really stop to think the better of it, a little jolt going right through him. This had gone... way beyond one kiss. He knows that. This was just sort of making out at this point. So while lips part again and his tongue meets Loki's, mingling and playing for a moment, he doesn't let it linger for much longer before he's pressing a softer kiss to Loki's lips before he draws back. He looks away for a moment to ground himself a bit and tries to ignore the heat rising to his face.

Okay, wow.]

Better.

[ The noise that leaves Billy is one that makes Loki's nails scrape at his nape, sliding free with exceptional self-control despite how much he would like to pursue the creation of more such moans. Like a big cat with eyes only for its trainer, he obediently let the kiss part on sweeter terms, green eyes brighter and full of mischief, seeking out angles behind them to get more of what he wants.

When Billy looks away, he'll find lips drifting lightly over his jawline, fingers sliding down his chest to tangle and lace through his knuckles. Loki's ego swells. ]

That was fun, though not my topmost form. [ He keeps his attentions light, easily brushed off if Billy gets exasperated. That doesn't change the fact Loki's kiss-sticky mouth closes over his pulse for a mere second, planting a playful kiss there, huffing a smile made of hot air as silky black hair tickles at a neck. ] Best out of three?

That wasn't your topmost form? [He huffs out a laugh and wonders vaguely if he can actually justify another kiss. Teenage hormones kind of suck sometimes -- or at least they sort of really get you into trouble. The brush of Loki's lips on his neck... is really not helping either, dammit. For a moment, his head tilts back a little further, a thoughtful hum leaving him.

What he wants to do is pull Loki closer or maybe just crawl closer himself, settle himself in Loki's lap and keep kissing because this feels good and it benefits them both, really. And what he should do is the opposite of all that.]

Is this going to turn into best out of four if I say yes? Best out of five?

[ Resting his forehead against Billy's neck, Loki's low laughter shakes all through his chest and shoulders. A nibble finds its way back up to the hinge of a jaw, nosing there as he raps light fingers on Billy's hands almost thoughtfully. ]

How about we kiss until you feel like sending me packing? I promise to leave as soon as you grow sick of the sight ... and taste of me.

[ Oops, that ear needed a nip. ]

I'm pretty sure-- that's cheating in some way. [Because Loki's mouth was doing a pretty good job at being distracting right now. He turns his head after a moment, chasing after Loki's lips for another kiss, another teasingly light one.]

Just don't expect to be sticking around to make any morning after breakfasts. That really would be a terrible idea.

[ Humming his satisfaction into the light kiss, he grins and nods along as a hand slides behind Billy's back, fingers Totally Accidentally brushing up the hem of his shirt. ]

Aye, my lord.

[ The silly Asgardian rumble just for Billy's geeky sake is followed by Loki's weight shifting in, a peck on the lips (those irresistible lips) pushing him backwards onto some cushions. ]

Why don't we get a little more comfortable first, though? If we're going to be here a while.

[Right, accidental. Not like Loki would ever be thinking about trying to get him out of his clothes, right?

He follows the push though, settles back onto the cushions as his own hands go to rest at Loki's shoulders to help guide him down. There may be a flash of nerves, because this is Loki and besides that, Billy hasn't really been with anyone else besides Teddy in a while. It's a new experience... and really. Norse nerd or not, he never thought he'd actually be making out a god. Like, ever.]

A while, huh? [One hand brushes through Loki's hair, just to feel the soft strands against his skin, but that soft touch contrasts with the heated look on Billy's own face and the way his lips quirk up slightly.] Somebody's confident.

[ His weight sinks onto a bent arm beside Billy, comfortably draped at his side so he doesn't squash him (unless that becomes salient to activities buuut he doubts it will just yet). The hand in his hair turns his shoulders to jelly, lashes lowering as he pushes his head into the petting.

Leaning down, he noses against a hot cheek and grins his way along to steal a slow, lingering kiss. ]

I've reason to be. Also, you're pink. [ Loki's fingers creep along the hem of Billy's shirt, tracing his own name in old runes. ] Even if I could lie, I'd still feel compelled to tell you how adorable that is.

[Billy actually smiles when Loki reacts like that -- a giant cat who wants attention, almost. It's reason enough to keep his fingers moving through his hair, smoothing it back away from his face as he tips into the next kiss.

The adorable comment gets an eye roll before he leans up to let his lips graze over Loki's again, followed by a nip. He doesn't seem all that bothered by Loki's wandering fingers and soon, his own trail from Loki's hair back down his chest and to his sides, just exploratory touches, memorizing the lines of his body, wondering what it would feel like without a shirt in place. He doesn't let himself sate that curiosity though, no yet.]

Less talking, Loki.

You'll regret saying that.

[ Arching into the caresses, he turns a nuzzle into a brush of lips to give them both what they want; a hard kiss full of lewd hunger, pressing him back into the couch as he all but fucks Billy with his tongue, harsh breaths pouring warmly over a cheek as nostrils flare and Loki refuses to let up. A leg slides between Billy's just to let its weight be felt there and a palm smooths up across a stomach with a shirt crumpled over Loki's wrist, giving the impression of holding him down without really doing so, and still he kisses him. Kisses and kisses, raking through soft brown locks atop a head to parody holding him down.

He loves having him like this, never bothering to deny it as moans pass over twined tongues, low grunts that echo the shifting at Billy's side when Loki holds off going any further. Falling into a delicious rhythm of push and pull, letting the mage mess up his hair as much as he wants, the godling murmurs Billy's name as he breaks the kiss, just barely, to shift angles, a harsh sigh rattling free.

'Less talking'? Okay. ]

Probably.

[But not right now. Not when Loki kissed him like that, with shameless hunger and desire. Billy responds in kind though, lets himself get lost in the almost obscene kisses as he arches himself up, tries to press a little bit closer, to feel more of the solid weight above him. His arms settle around Loki's shoulders to keep him there -- and it's the palm against his stomach and a leg in between his that has him moaning out, low and hungry as muscles tighten beneath the touches. This got-- pretty hot and heavy fast.

But each brush of their lips, their tongues has desire sparking along his nerves, settling low in his stomach. It's a challenge to keep himself restrained, to keep himself from going too far. But wow, the way Loki says his name... It's a battle kind of already lost when the kiss breaks. Billy's mouth moves to graze over the line of his jaw, pressing hot kisses over skin in hopes he can coax out more of those moans.

Much as he'd like to deny it, there's something-- a little too tempting in making Loki want him, seeing the proof of it in the way he looks, hearing it in every harsh breath. Between each heated kiss and nip peppered over Loki's skin, his hands make their way down in favor of moving down his sides in favor of brushing just beneath the hem of his shirt. Doesn't really feel fair that he doesn't get to touch a little when Loki's already been shameless enough.]

[ He has the ridiculous idea of recording those beautiful moans and using them as a text alert, just for the sheer fucking satisfaction in getting to hear them on a daily basis. Laughing softly through a groan, a shiver runs through him that Billy will feel in Loki's shoulders as he basks in the hot mouth playing along his jaw; hips twitch at Billy's side, forcibly kept still after a moment through sheer force of will, even if he can't resist sliding his thigh higher between Billy's legs to lend some firm pressure at the apex of his jeans, unmoving but there.

Awash in bristling, simmering pleasure, his body is smooth and taut under Billy's caresses along his abdomen, a godly sort of sleekness as if having been written that way, layered in more muscle than a year ago when he ran with the Young Avengers. Missions for the All-Mother helped hone him from a slender, gangly thing who wasn't sure how to fit into his body into knowing how to wear it well, making it his own. He works so hard to be Loki in every area, his own man.

He lets Billy have a turn at exploring, tipping up his throat as he swallows to get a handle on his ragged breaths. The arm supporting his weight braces its hand against the armrest of the couch, and he lets his midrift sink into Billy's intrigued touches. ]

Loki-- [He breathes the name against his skin and it takes a special kind of determination to lean back, to stop at least a little of what he's doing after he's mapped out new muscle, strength that Loki hadn't quite had after the change. Apparently the year apart had been good for him in some ways -- and Billy's hands itch to touch more for a minute. He felt that twitch against his side, knew what Loki was wanting.

For a crazy minute, he thinks about moving his hands down to slip into tight jeans and feel what else the god has to show. The inviting pressure between his own legs isn't helping either -- can he really be blamed for the slight shift that has his hips moving into it for a moment or the way his breath catches at even that slight friction.

His head tips back after a moment, tipping back against cushions as he swallows a little bit harder, closes his eyes in an attempt to ground himself.]

You make this way too easy.

[ Chasing his name (addicted to the way it sounds when breathed like that), he buries his face in the curve of a shoulder and slips his grip under Billy's thigh, sliding it to hook under a knee that he hitches around his waist. Nothing more, just that, just feeling. They aren't even touching anywhere particularly important but he parts his lips over the tendons in a neck and starts working on a love-bite to release some of the tension.

Hearing Billy's breath catch had been memorable. ]

I was going to say you make it so hard, but ...

[ His shoulders shake with a silent laugh, licking his way lower to the indent at the base of a throat and repeating the same firm, wet lave, over and over, slipping beneath the collar of a tshirt to seek out hot untouched skin all with the curl of a tongue. Mere inches, but they could be miles. ]

[Billy lets himself be moved, settles his leg around Loki's waist to bring them a little bit closer, mostly because he wants to feel it too. He head tilts when Loki's lips work over his neck, silently giving him more room to work with, permission before he can think the better of it.

He huffs out a laugh of his own, but it's a little rougher, a little more heated with the way Loki's mouth is moving over a decidedly weak spot of his. His hands come up to cup Loki's face after a moment, guiding him into another brief kiss.]

They'll get a lot harder too, if you keep going... in a lot of ways.

[ The kiss is languid and largely without looking, knowing where those lips are and why he's being coaxed up when he feels the hands on his face. He squeezes under a knee, leaning up to flick long curtains out of his eyes so he can see Billy and rest their foreheads together. The world feels close, humid, narrow, every point of focus attuned to where Billy wants him and where Loki aches to be. ]

Do you want me to? Keep going.

[ An important question as he adheres to his promise from earlier; just because he doesn't want to stop isn't to say he won't, it's just that he'd rather not have to do so at a far more awkward moment. At the very least, they both know this won't end up with breakfast being served tomorrow, so the boundaries on that score are already set.

There are just so many other things he can think of to do with him ... ]

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