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It's not?

[Because considering they were fooling around, it felt kind of like it might be exactly his business... Although, he's not really-- sure what'll happen after tonight. If this will ever happen again or if it's just because there's obviously some mutual interest between them. Not the time to think about that.

It's a practice in self-control, letting Loki lead things when he's sort of used to being on the opposite end of that in these situations, but he keeps his arms up, keeps himself from moving beyond the way his body folds into those scratches that leave stinging in their wake. A noise leaves him, muffled into that kiss -- and Loki gets exactly what he wants. Billy loses himself in the kiss, lets Loki in and practically melts under the attention.

Part of him wants to see how far he can push those terms, wants to wrap his legs around Loki at least to draw him in closer, see how well they might fit together. He resists the urge though and instead focuses his attention on the kiss. His tongue plays against Loki's, tastes and touches him in the only way he's willing to risk right now.]

[ There's a moment where Billy gives himself over to the kiss and the density in the air around them thickens as Loki's heartbeat skips a beat, gone in the next moment with no proof it ever happened save the sound of something falling over in the kitchen. The kiss parts with a nip around the instruction Stay, and then there is a hot, wet line striping down Billy's throat to get to that erogenous zone from earlier. He shreds Billy's shirt like paper, with an easy strength never usually exerted, and plants his mouth over warm skin with an urgency barely kept in check.

Sex with Amora had been a quick, hasty affair, no matter they were bewitched to feel in love; he wants Billy so much more. ]

Mmmm ...

[ Curling a lick around a nipple, he fastens his lips there to test what Billy likes. Nails run up and down the boy's sides, keeping him sensitised, and Loki's long bangs brush over naked skin. ]

[Billy's hands shift until he's able to grab hold of the cushions beneath him, holding on tight. It's hard to feel entirely grounded right now, to not feel swept up and lost when faced with just how much Loki apparently does want him.

It's jarring for a moment. Or maybe surprising is a better word... or overwhelming in one of the best ways. When he agreed to a kiss, he hadn't expected any of this.

His muscles twitch and strain with the effort to do as Loki said, especially when his shirt rips like it's made of nothing at all, when faced with that show of strength and reminder that Loki really is a god. He could probably break him in half if he wanted-- and he's pretty sure the appropriate reaction shouldn't be a shiver of want and heat running through him or a near desperate noise when lips press against hot skin.

He draws in a ragged breath as he arches into Loki's mouth, lips parting when nails rake down his skin again. He promised to keep his hands up and his legs spread, but that didn't mean he couldn't plant a foot surely, to use the leverage and lift himself up in an attempt to press up against Loki, to seek out much needed friction or the press of a body against his. The press of Loki's body against his. Loki said he wouldn't touch below the waist with anything but his mouth, but this one was on Billy.

Not like Loki couldn't push him back down if he wanted anyway -- sort of proved that one with the shirt.]

Loki-- [He curses under his breath, eyes darting down to just watch Loki. He can't touch, not the way he wants with Loki's request, but he can at least look.]

[ He wonders how long it's been since Billy was touched like this, with such want and craving, a thin sliver of guilt shivering through him as he thinks of Teddy; but mostly, jealousy. Maybe there had been a tiny degree of it before when he was younger, watching two lovers prance around as if all would be well and using that fire, that little green flame, as his impetus to shoulder them apart. Bigger plans, etcetera, but even so.

When Billy breaks the rules and drags down Loki's hips, a ragged noise parts over a shoulder. Loki plants his grip at Billy's hip, the hard line of an erection entirely noticeable where his weight accidentally drops over the join of a thigh, arching down on instinct. It takes him a moment to gather his wits and stop grinding against the beautiful body laid out below, snatching a hold of Billy's hair (not cruelly, but firmly) to drag his head back so a bite can claim his throat. ]

I told you, you little minx, [ rumbles the growl, ] I told you to stay.

[Teddy had never left him feeling unwanted and he'd never doubted his boyfriend's desire when it came to him, to this, obstacles like parents or brothers getting in the way or not. But it was different with Teddy -- he wasn't demanding, he didn't ever try to claim Billy in the same way Loki was right now.

Not that he's letting himself think about Teddy at all. He can't do this and think about his ex. What Teddy might say about it, what disapproving look he'd give. Hugs are meant to work just fine. So even if you did, I didn't come here to be with other people.... those words of Teddy's still ring in his ears, along with so many others, whether they'd just been said in the heat of anger or not, whether they were on better terms now or not. Besides, thinking about your ex seems just kinda unfair to the other person, right? And Loki's demanding his full attention at the moment.

His lips part when Loki actually moves down against him, a solid weight above him, hard. He pushes up mindlessly, frustrated by the fabric separating them for a moment, by jeans that have gotten way too tight, and Billy has to remind himself why it would be an entirely bad idea to use magic right now, wish their clothes away. The fingers through his hair seem to draw him back, the firm tug drawing back his head as teeth pinch at his throat, sending a jolt along his nerves, straight to his cock.

He manages a grin, hazy and teasing and maybe slightly challenging. Oh-- he likes that growl too.] You should know I don't always listen by now, Loki.

[ Billy sets up boundaries then knocks them down himself, leaving Loki (of all people, don't trust me) to navigate the rubble. He almost resents him for that show of propriety that Billy got to claim, huffing as he clamps down on those wriggling hips and pushes them into the couch, holding him in place with true strength. With one last lazy rock, hardness rutting over hardness to give Billy something to think about later, Loki shifts down a midrift with his mouth re-mapping the planes and shallows of Billy's chest, slipping a little tongue into his navel. He bites the softness beneath that leads directly to a hard cock, sucking a love-bite into place over that terribly vulnerable patch of skin. ]

Behave, or no goodies for you. I mean it.

[ Injecting a note of steel into his voice, his eyes glow in the dim sunlight of the room, and he feels himself burn in an undeniably good way. Unexpected, that. ]

[He lets out a soft groan when he's pushed down with unrelenting force and once again, he's tempted to move his arms, tangle fingers through Loki's hair. He doesn't though, because Loki looks serious enough that he doesn't want to risk putting an abrupt end to anything.

He's not even going to stop and think about how many marks he's probably going to have because of this, reminders of probably yet another not entirely bright decision.]

I will--

[He relents, licking his lips as he makes himself relax back against the cushions, legs falling open with one foot falling to rest on the floor. Couch didn't leave much room to spread out.]

Just don't stop.

Good boy.

[ Grinning wickedly, his fingers find the fastenings of jeans to flick them open and slide them down slender legs; that's all for show, as he vanishes them away with a murmur once they can't go any further. Hooking his fingertips in the elastic of boxers, Loki stripes the hard line of Billy's cock with the flat of his tongue, painting cotton against his arousal in a growing damp patch from base to tip, saliva sinking in to stain underwear whenever he sucks in earnest. He loves games, after all, and seeing how he can play Billy is his newest favourite.

Caresses fan out along the insides of thighs, hitching one over his shoulder where it bends high beside the back of the couch, the other locked around his waist as he scoops it off the floor, and he teases him for a while before the very first brush of skin-on-skin occurs with a flicker of tongue over the very tip of a cockhead, fabric easing down. It's not meant to be obvious when it happens, a slowburn build. ]

[He huffs a little at the 'good boy' comment, but the effect is sort of lost when Loki starts to ease down his jeans. Billy watches through half-lidded eyes, lifts his hips just enough to help him. There's a sigh, a breathed out encouragement at the first brush of Loki's tongue, even through the thin fabric of his boxers. His head tips back again, eyes drifting shut for a moment.

His hands grip harder at the cushions beneath him as he's rearranged, the heel of his foot pressing lightly into Loki's back once his knee is settled over his shoulder -- and the first touch of a slick tongue over his skin earns a sharp gasp. Yes... God. His hips twitch slightly before he manages some restraint, keeping himself still again.]

[ Fabric splits easily once again, only this time Loki's long tongue (has it always been so long and broad?) slides down the unveiled shaft awaiting his attention, following the torn seam right to the root where he fastens around Billy in a sloppy kiss, sucking at the base where a thick vein begins. Hello, heartbeat.

The rest of the boxers are shredded as an afterthought and brushed away as Loki laps with possessive slowness at his prize, a grin rubbing against hot skin when his gaze flits up Billy's body. ]

[The tear of fabric gets his attention again -- and he wonders if he ought to complain about the lost clothes, but maybe some magic can fix them later or if not, it's sort of well worth the loss when Loki's tongue finally meets his skin fully. He curses under his breath, rough and strained with pleasure, fixated on how Loki looks between his legs.]

You look like so much trouble right now...

[And apparently Billy might have a thing for it. But the possessiveness isn't lost on him, and the way Loki seems to want to relish this is entirely too hot. His head falls back and his eyes slip closed again, just enjoy each swipe of his tongue against his cock, each brush of Loki's breath as he moves.]

I'm always trouble.

[ It's charming seeing Billy so wanton, making Loki imagine taking him until neither of them can stand the sweet pleasure. Some other time ...

He rises up on his knees, effortlessly lifting Billy's lower half with him so the only place he can go, the only place the other boy touches, is deep within the mouth that swallows him down and gives that aching hardness somewhere hot, wet and tight to fuck as he pleases, supporting every roll of those hips so Billy can watch as he drives down a throat. Hugging a thigh around his waist and squeezing the one draped over a shoulder, Loki ensures the experience is all the more erotic for Billy's (supposed) helplessness.

Cheeks hollow, lips pink and shining, long dark lashes flutter closed as he refocuses his attention on spoiling the boy riding his mouth, occasionally making eye-contact. ]

Edited 2015-04-12 20:05 (UTC)

Well, yeah. Loki.

[Trouble was pretty much what he did, right?

He's lifted up easily, eyes going wide and hungry and curious as he looks up at the shift of positions until he's swallowed down. There's a strangled noise as his hips roll up of their own accord, seeking more of that amazing mouth. When that seems to be the plan, when Loki offers no protest, his hips move with a little more purpose. He watches himself disappear between pink lips, watches Loki's face with unabashed lust -- possible regrets later or no, Billy doesn't think he'll ever want to forget this.]

God... Loki.

[ ~~You knew I was trouble when I waked iiiin ...~~

With Billy's lower half elevated in Loki's arms, held fast and secure, his every roll of hips is accentuated and helped along by the way Loki draws him in too, strong arms barely tensed as he cradles him close. The pull of his tongue turns delicate and teasing after a while, treating Billy like a lollipop with the way full lips catch under the hood of a crown, hot slickness rubbing over the slit. Precome is painted down his length when Loki descends again and a rhythm is born out of it; tease, reward, linger ... over and over.

His own erection aches in his jeans, ignored for the time being. Not knowing whether he'll be allowed by his own guilt's volition to have anything more than this with Billy (or Verity, or anyone) his priority is worshipping him while he can, to the best of his ability and within the confines of their agreement. ]

[Billy wishes he could form words more impressive than breathless encouragements or practically pleading for more when Loki does something that's particularly amazing with his mouth. The way Loki holds him up effortlessly, so casual with strength Billy's never really gotten a taste of before now, only heightens everything. He trembles slightly, with the effort to keep his hands planted above his head when he wants to reach down, touch--

His legs tighten a bit as he draws in another ragged breath. Later -- later, maybe he won't come apart like Loki wants, will be able to do more than move desperately up into his mouth, follow the pace that's being set. Later, maybe he'll be the one to make Loki come apart for him -- and that thought alone has another shiver going up his spine. He's flushed all over, the pleasure that started as a slow burn building up with each pass of Loki's mouth or tongue or lips. He lets out a low, urgent noise.]

Loki, please...

[ Watching from under heavy-lidded eyes as Billy pleads and writhes, he gives it a minute or so more before levering him back to the couch and licking a far more southern trail as his lips slip free. His fingers, warm and soft, wrap around Billy to stroke him languidly to keep him interested ...

The first time Loki parts his lips over a tight sac, he listens for a reaction and rubs at Billy with a skilled tongue. Arabesques are painted over the mage's burning skin, slicking lower with only the mildest hesitation to see if Billy wants Loki's mouth elsewhere. ]

[There's a protesting noise at first when Loki's mouth moves away, but the hand that's quick to replace it seems to stifle it. It's worth it when Loki's mouth moves elsewhere.

And okay, he's been good, right? So far, after that initial warning, but it's getting almost impossible to not move again. His head tilts up, watching in wide-eyed anticipation as Loki's tongue moves even further. There's no resistance really, trusting Loki to do as he wants... and that might be a bad idea, like the ultimate bad idea, but so far it hasn't been disappointing tonight. Besides, hormones and lust have kind of overridden good sense.]

[ The first stripe of his tongue slides below a sac to rub experimentally at the pink hole beneath, tracing all around as Loki reasserts his efforts into stroking Billy's dick above. With the inside of a thigh pressed to his cheek as he hugs the leg draped over his shoulder, he finally forces the entry with just a couple of inches of writhing, slick pressure, achingly hard in his own jeans as he throbs with sympathy. ]

[There's this noise that gets tangled in his throat at the first lap of a slick tongue, his body thrilling under the attention, under the newness of a lot of what they've done tonight. Overall, Billy thinks he's managed to be good, but it's hard to just quell every urge that tells him to take some sort of action.

His cock twitches, a breath leaving him as Loki finally pushes inside of him, in a way that even Teddy hasn't before. It's all he can really take before he's using an elbow to prop himself up so the other can tangle through Loki's hair, needing to touch some way.]

Loki-- [His voice is rough and deep with arousal, his hips twitch up into the hand stroking his dick of their own accord, aching for more. Billy licks his lips, tries to refocus.]

I can't wait to get my hands on you. [It's honest. No matter how good he feels, it's a struggle to not try and switch their positions, to not try and get Loki back against the couch so he can return even half of what he's feeling now.]

[ It registers after the fact that Teddy probably hasn't gone this far with Billy, not in the Kaplan's house with their darling little curfew and rules, but he doesn't let that revelation stop him either. He fucks Billy hard with his tongue as fingers gnarl in Loki's hair, the vibrations of a moan rippling through the long length buried in tight heat, coiling and stretching to seek out his sweet spot. There's pride in being allowed this and he wants to pleasure those canting hips into a firm rhythm, coaxing Billy to move as he pleases.

The hand on the boy picks up the pace by increments, especially around a swollen, sticky crown that needs all that precome worked back into it, because the sound of Loki's grip is very nearly as satisfying as hearing Billy wants him too. ]

You're cheating--

[Because there's no way a normal tongue should be able to do that, right? Shapeshifters... or maybe Gods. He doesn't know. The fact that it's Loki's tongue pushing relentlessly, stretching out tight muscle and filling him deeper is almost enough to get him off by itself. His hips roll up into Loki's hand, shuddering with the sudden pleasure the sparks up along his spine when Loki's tongue finds that bundle of nerves -- and he'll deny that he practically cried out at it later, hand going tighter than he meant for it to through Loki's hair.]

Fuck-- [The word leaves him breathlessly, urgent and needy. Somewhere, it dawns on him it's exactly what's happening anyway -- he's letting himself get fucked on Loki's tongue, a first for him, and he doesn't care how shameless or desperate he looks as he pushes into Loki's hand faster.]

Loki, I'm close-- [He has enough wits about him to warn, if the way his movements are falling off rhythm, the way his muscles start to tighten and tense.]

[ Yes, I am. Most definitely cheating. ]

Mmhmm ...

[ Constant friction angles over the tiny ridge that so effectively makes Billy cry out, insistent upon spoiling him to the end. Loki doesn't pull off, feels no inclination to stop what he's doing, if anything pushing him back down into the couch and pushing apart tense pale thighs so Billy can be taken more thoroughly, as Loki himself would like to fuck him properly at a later date. His fist tightens around an erection, practically flying in a bid to overtake the beautifully flushed boy's earnest desire to come.

Green eyes flicker up, candle-like, bright as the magic that brushes harmlessly over Billy's legs in Loki's grip. Mine, he thinks in the moment, and that's when he devotes everything he has to making Billy's world shatter while watching it happen on a pretty face. ]

[Loki looks amazing like this, green eyes bright... the feel of his magic against his skin, familiar and not because Loki is undoubtedly more powerful with it than in his time, leaves his skin tingling almost.

He makes himself let go of Loki's hair as he's pushed back, bringing it up instead to reach back above him, grabbing a hold of the armrest as his release hit. His back arched, expression pinching up as Loki's name left him in a chorus -- because he can't think of anything else to say. It felt like, for a few blissful moments, the world had narrowed to just Loki and what he was doing with that talented mouth... and it was almost unfair that he could do all of that, reduce Billy to this.

Until he's nothing but a panting, spent mess beneath Loki.]

[ It sounds like Billy is trying to alter him again, LokiLokiLoki, only this time he's the one affected instead of the man whose name is riding his tongue. Loki gives him everything he needs to get off seamlessly, feeling him turn boneless and satisfied as come paints Billy's stomach and chest. That shirt is going to be ruined, he delightedly thinks.

Laving his way over a prone, lax body, he cleans him up with slow licks that the god devours as thoroughly as any other part of his lover, only rising with one last pat to Billy's knee as he heads into the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water. It's hard to walk, so to speak, a bit creaky but relishing the coolness that soothes his overworked (and temporarily quiet) mouth. While Billy basks in his own afterglow, Loki wanders back over with no small degree of admiration and pride alight in green eyes; he bumps the cool glass against a knee, eventually offering it.

With his hair sex-ruffled and voice reduced to rough gravel, sporting a pressing hard-on in black jeans, he asks, ] Was it good for you?

[ Because he's a little shit like that. ]

[The shirt was already ruined when Loki tore it anyway. He lets out a soft noise as Loki's tongue works over him, cleans him, but for the moment he's content to just watch him and catch his breath. The glass against his knee finally has him moving to sit up though, pushing himself up and accepting the glass when it's offered to him.

... That all really just happened, didn't it?

He can't help a laugh at that question. Wow, the brat thing hasn't changed, even with the age up.]

I think you already know the answer to that.

[Glass put aside on the table, Billy reaches out to hook his fingers in the waistband of Loki's jeans, giving a tug to draw him a bit closer. His eyes rake appreciatively over Loki... and his lips quirk up into a smile as they land below the waist. Looks like he wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed himself at least...]

We're not done yet, are we? Sit down, Loki.

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