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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.

[ Warier here than he was with Verity, he hesitates only a moment before he sinks down next to Billy on the couch, legs spread. Loki runs his fingers through Billy's hair, petting him methodically and reminding himself this is Teddy's territory; this won't last. Loki isn't stupid enough to think any happiness here could drown out his sins, so this ... this is okay. No interruptions.

He tips his head back on the cushioning, a slow grin peeling across his lips as a darkened, bottle-green gaze drifts over a naked, shining body. ]

Whatever are you going to do to me, Billy Kaplan?

[Billy shifts once Loki joins him again, smiling softly for a moment as he straddles his lap. Mostly it's because he wants to be closer, feel the press of Loki against him as much as possible. He leans in then to graze his lips along the line of his jaw and drops his fingers to undo Loki's jeans and work them down just enough to draw him out.]

I might have a lot of ideas right now. Not all of them ones we should do.

[He palms over Loki's cock as lips move to nip at an earlobe. This he was pretty sure he could handle. Hands, maybe mouth if he could draw his attention away from tasting Loki elsewhere. He at least had some experience with all of that. Fingers curl around Loki after a moment, thumb tracing the length of him curiously.]

At least not tonight. Maybe next time.

[if there was going to be a nrxt time...]

[ Next time. His breathing turns shallow as Billy takes hold of him, an aching erection rocking ever so slightly in a soft palm as Loki's shoulders, arms and thighs tense with want, shifting beneath him whenever he can't stay still. Just for somewhere to anchor them, his hands slide up Billy's bare thighs and squeeze his ass, a gasp echoing the nipping at Loki's ear. ]

Anything you do will be perfect ...

[ Losing his focus? Yes, definitely, especially with such a beautiful boy on his lap and all that dark hair to nuzzle into, offering up his own throat to a hot little mouth. ]

[There's a warmer smile at that reassurance and his mouth turns to lavish attention on Loki's neck.]

This is some make out session, huh?

[The tease is murmured warmly against Loki's skin. His thumb traces over the tip of Loki's cock before he started to pump over the heated, hard skin in his hand. Different than Teddy -- and Billy gives himself a moment to appreciate it, learn the differences as he tries to work out how Loki wants him to move his hand, what will bring him the most pleasure. Teeth rake over Loki's throat before Billy closes his mouth over a patch of skin. He doesn't think he'll be able to leave a mark for any real length of time, but that doesn't mean he can't try to raise one up anyway, appreciate it for however long it does last.]

Fuck, yes.

[ A god he might be, but he's also a man with a beautiful (if temporary) lover straddling him and stroking off his dick. Loki's head tips back as the burst of a sigh falls free, precome thick as it coats Billy's hand in a slick mess, and every buck of his hips almost lifts the mage up. Licking his lips, he runs a hand up into Billy's hair to clutch a luxurious handful while being gnawed over the curve of his shoulder; fucking yesyesyes, he thinks again, groans dragged out of the pit of his chest. ]

Harder, do it harder, l-like you're riding me. Billy, ah ...

[ A lip curls, hissing in satisfaction. ]

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[For a wild moment, Billy wonders what that would actually be like as his hand moves faster and harder over Loki, twisting his wrist to add to the sensation. What it would be like to be riding him right now, to have more than Loki's tongue inside of him and feel the strength behind each buck of his hips that had Billy bouncing up like it was nothing at all.

It's enough to draw another low noise from the back of his throat. Not-- tonight. But it's something he's going to be thinking about and he knows it.

He's probably going to be thinking about how Loki says his name for a long time to come too. He shivers at the sound of it, heat coiling through him even if he's spent for the moment.]

You'd love that wouldn't you... [He has enough mind to tease, lips curling into a playful smirk against Loki's neck.]

[ An almost constant rumble, a purring echoes up against Billy's smirk where it lingers against Loki's reddened neck, pawing through his hair and squeezing an asscheek with as much of a check on his strength as he can manage. He doesn't want to hurt him, would never ... ]

Yes, yes. [ His thighs twitch and tense as a caress finds the weak spot on his cock, right under the flare of the crown; a whine catches behind bared teeth, hips losing their rhythm. So close, so close. ] Billy, Billy ... oh gods, don't stop, ah —!

[God-- He doesn't want those sounds to stop, or Loki to stop clutching at him like he is. He shifts to try and move his head up, press their foreheads together. He wants to see this, he wants to see Loki coming apart because of him. Who knew how satisfying that would be-- how much he'd love having Loki like this.]

I got you, Loki. [The reassurance is murmured as Billy finds that spot again, focuses his attention on moving his hand in all the ways that has Loki reacting like this... it's sort of amazing.] Let go.

[ There's only so long he can hold on, the heat spiralling through his face to raise a blush that burns as a forehead touches his own. When Loki comes he hastily transfers his grip to the armrest of the couch and lets it bite down into wood, bucking hard before stilling as a wave of euphoria leaves him gasping, vulnerable, emptying a heavy load as tension transforms into bliss. He dimly registers to splintering of the furniture as he breaks the edge of it, panting hard and fast in relief before his twitching fingers let up.

Through it all, his grip in Billy's hair remains firm but gentle. ]

I — I ... [ All his strength seeps away as he sags, boneless and satiated with the sight of his come all over Billy's hand and chest. Perfect. ] Sorry, broke your ...

[Wow.

That was-- really the only thing he could think right now. His hand slowed over Loki as he started to relax, leaning back just a little bit, as much as the hand in his hair allows.

They sure just did that, didn't they? And Loki coming might be a sight he never forgets... or, hopefully, wants to forget. He licks his lips, not even noticing the furniture yet as he leaned in to press a softer kiss to the corner of Loki's mouth.

They're both a mess. The apology gets him to look over and his lips curl up slightly.]

... Sex with Asgardians is a danger to furniture, noted. But not really a big deal when I can fix it later.

[Billy looks down at his hand thoughtfully -- and well, if he can do even half of what they just did, he can do this. He brings his hand up after a second's debate, lapping it clean... mostly because he had the sudden curiosity to taste Loki.]

[ Puffing hair out of his eyes, his tipped back head doesn't stop him from peering at Billy with a crooked smile. He pets that soft brown hair, easing up on his grip. It's impossible not to bite his lip when he sees Billy licking Loki's come off his own hand, a groan rising as his body twitches. ]

You do that and you will have round two to deal with very shortly.

[ Chest heaving as he pants, his dick softens halfway as Loki watches Billy's tongue sliding through pale drips. Asgardian stamina could go a couple more rounds, in fact, if only for the satisfaction of pouring hot come down that pretty throat until Billy is hoarse with it, but he doesn't want to force any of that on him. Best to cool off. ]

[He actually huffs out a laugh at that, face reddening a bit. Not that he hadn't-- expected a response just like that. Or hoped for one anyway. It was kind of nice to be wanted after all.]

Is Asgardian stamina that good?

[Dropping his hand once it was cleaned, he leaned in again, forehead tipping against Loki's briefly.]

... I can't believe we did that. I take it back... you might be a little too good at kissing.

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