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The Morning After meme (expanded)

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the morning after

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→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.

① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE?
② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO?
⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl?
⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT?
⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN!

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[[Erik groaned under the weight of the various pillows and blankets. His skin grew warmer the longer he laid there. He immediately took his consciousness at full throttle as he caught up with it, his body lifting to throw the covers off of himself. Glancing around, he didn't see the familiar base he would normally reside in since escaping prison. There was no bland walls, or his plans of recruiting more mutants to his cause. It was just him, his hangover, and... From the corner of his eye he could see a form stilled with half the thrown blanket over their pliant form. Dark hair came into view first, then the bare skin of a back. He sighed.

Erik. Can't. Remember. No recollection present at all.

The metal in the room called for him, vibrating under his fingertips by their mere presence. He searched until he found what he wanted. A cigarette lighter flew from his pocket, the buckle of his pants dragging the clothing towards his hand. Digging inside for a cigarette, he soon dropped his pants to the floor and took the white rolled up vice between his fingers. He had the light ready, flickering to touch the tip. That is until he paused, the sight of his helmet alerting him slightly. Had he taken to drinking as Magneto? Too many blanks. It was frustrating not to know. Taking a peek at the person in the same bed as him, he decided to wake them.

Bringing usage to his magnetic ability, Erik called for the alarm and it turned on instantly without budging an inch. A loud blare of annoyance sounded right away. That should do it.]]

[Loki wasn't supposed to be on Midgard. Neither he nor Thor had been given permission to travel to that particular realm for a very long time, likely for very good reason. Nonetheless, he wasn't one to follow the rules if there was a way around them, and very conveniently, hidden paths existed throughout the Nine Realms that allowed him to travel from place to place while ducking the constant gaze of the Bifrost's gatekeeper.

A few days ago, Loki traveled to Midgard in hopes of causing some mischief among the mortals and generally having an enjoyable time among people who were not Thor and his friends. That was when he learned about the powerful groups of mutants seemingly cropping up all over the realm.

Naturally, he had to investigate. Eventually his search led him to meet a man with the seemingly unexplainable power to manipulate metal. From there, everything was hazy until the moment that alarm started blaring and startled Loki awake. He really shouldn't have brought Asgardian brew with him. Nothing the humans made could really intoxicate him, but the drinks from home? They certainly did the trick.

Sitting up in bed, he scowled at the irritating high-pitched shrieks coming from the alarm and hastily reached over to turn it off. Only after that did he turn his attention to the nude man standing by the bed. Oh. Well, he couldn't say he was terribly surprised.]

What ever happened to waking with the sun? [Never mind that the sun was already up and had been for some time.]

[[Usually by then he would be recalling some memories after a night of intoxication. Even then it took a lot to get him under the influence. It must have been a hefty night. Without shame, Erik kept standing in the nude, his eyes sliding to finally look at the stranger he had shared a bed with. Hypnotizing blue eyes, handsome profile, and a look that came off as innocent but was most likely far from the context of the word. If the stings of his back, most likely scratches as if someone had held on desperately, had a say, it was at least partly true. It intrigued the metal bender and with his aloof nature, he spoke bluntly.]]

You're not human. [[It was a statement, not a question. The appreciative expression that had flickered at the sight of the stranger soon disappeared. Shame he didn't recall the previous night. He instead focused on the shadows of light casted from the tiny window nearby. Erik made his way around the bed to plop down on the other side. The hangover was still throbbing presently and he was not about to go out and deal with what he had brought on, if he did cause any disasters. Erik was almost tempted to stare at the door, to see if any second the X-Men would be busting the door to pin a disaster on him.

In the meantime, Erik had finally lit up the cigarette in his hand, the flame of the metal lighter ceasing while he took a puff. A ring of smoke released from his mouth, the smell unpleasant but calming.]]

You look familiar. [[Maybe it was curiosity or lack of desire to plunge back into reality right away, but Erik didn't make the usual abrupt disappearance after a one-night stand. The blank pieces, more blurry than clear, held him interested at the moment.]]

[Only when travelling to other realms with the benefit of anonymity could Loki ever find someone who might consider him innocent in any way, shape or form. His reputation as a trickster was so deeply ingrained in Asgardian society that everybody knew to be wary at the sight of even the smallest smirk. It might have been a relief to get away from that once in awhile, but he would inevitably end up causing trouble in other realms as well. There was simply no fun in behaving.

The man's comment did startle him for a moment. No mortals had ever questioned his humanity during his trips to Midgard, though he quickly pinned it down to this human/mutant divide. Loki could easily play along with that.]

You're right. I'm a shapeshifter.

[He didn't think much of Erik joining him on the bed with his cigarette, the smell of the smoke hardly bothering him even if he didn't quite understand why someone would find pleasure in such an act. Without commenting on it, he shifted closer on the bed and moved to rest his chin on the mortal's bare shoulder. A hand smoothed over his back slowly, passing over some of the scratches he'd left behind the previous night.]

Do I? I suppose it's possible that you've seen me before. [Though doubtful. There were often years between his visits to this realm.]

Shapeshifter. [[It was repeated mostly to let it sink in. One prime reason stood for knowing he has not slept with a human. Magneto did not sleep with humans, at all. In all his time, he had met a few shifters and Mystique being one he had ties with. They long ago parted their ways. Recalling her made him more lured into the enigmatic rapture of the shifter. Mostly since Mystique had an original form. Mutations had always fascinated Erik. The more extreme were far more interesting, since they were casted more from society and it could be seen that they were clearly a mutant.

Within his internal musings, he didn't realize the other had come up closer. The touch was pleasant on his skin, little bundle of nerves keeping him bay from the terrible headache. Emma would have rolled her eyes and taken the headache away, while Charles... He wasn't even going to go there. Erik realized then that he had not had company in a long while. He decided to briefly indulge in it.]]

I might be wrong. I've been in prison for ten years. [[Erik blew out his cigarette and pushed the end of it against the small table on the side, no regard for damaging property. He turned to the weight on his shoulder, slightly, to get sight of the shifter's side profile.]] Do you know my name? [[It was part curiosity and caution. Before he could even give the shifter a chance to answer, his next question slipped off his tongue faster than his thoughts could restrain him. Subconsciously, he leaned back against the hand on his back.]]

Is this your true form?

[Prison for ten years? Of course ten years was a blink of the eye for Loki, but he knew that it was a great chunk of time in a mortal's short lifespan. What had this one done to earn that punishment? He certainly wasn't concerned about Midgard's laws and those who broke them, so the idea that he might be sharing a bed with a dangerous criminal did not worry him at all. His own history wasn't precisely clean either.]

I don't remember much of last night, to be honest. [So no, he didn't remember the man's name. He noticed the helmet in the room and thought he might recall that, vaguely, but not enough to explain why.]

And yes, it is. [As far as he knew at that time it was his natural form. Was there any reason to hide other than for his own amusement? The people here would never believe he was from another realm even if he told them so. It was the same reason he didn't mind giving out his true name just as he expected anyone he told to believe it false.]

My name is Loki if you've forgotten as well. [His hand slid down from the man's shoulder to his side, fingers just brushing the edge of his abdomen. For what it was worth, Loki thought he'd done quite well for himself. While he couldn't really guess the mortal's age, he was certainly attractive and in excellent shape.]

[[Briefly he contemplated giving a fake name, but that would be redundant considering ‘Erik' wasn’t even his birth name. It was the name he had been reborn into. His fingers lurked closer to Loki’s, running the pad of them across his knuckles.]]

Erik. That’s my name. Yours is uniquely unusual. [[He would have commented it was of Norwegian mythology and how it resembled the god of lies, if he had been any other person. His life had been secluded since his escape from the camps and his search for revenge. It had been filled with mutant supremacy for a better part. He had been too busy to catch up on information around the world unless he deemed it necessary to utilize it one day. This was coming from a man who had learned several languages just to search out Shaw's location when he had been alive.

Wrapping his hand around the one roaming on the edge of the muscles outlining his abdomen, he halted it to then lift it up to his lips. They soon brushed upon the skin, eyes scanning Loki’s face, stare intensely pinned on him as he kissed there.]]

I was asking mostly because I hate when mutants are repressed into hiding who they truly are. [[Still under the ruse of thinking Loki was a mutant, he assumed he must had given away his alias as Magneto if he wasn't repulsed by his ideals and still hanging around in the morning. That, or Loki didn't care. His helmet was proof enough, and still a giant blank. Either way, Erik was rooted for a bit longer, drinking up what he could. He proceeded, voice laced with his thick German accent.]] I don’t remember anything about last night either. I might request a refresh. [[His lips parted to reveal a shark-like inviting grin. The type of look that required acquired taste, or it might scare someone away.]]

And yours is surprisingly ordinary.

[But a few memories were slowly returning as Erik spoke about mutants and repression. That was right... he had actually been seeking out powerful mutants out of sheer curiosity during his stay on this realm. He remembered learning about Magneto without too much difficulty, though actually locating the man had be significantly more troublesome. Though he still couldn't recall the contents of their conversation and how it led to them sleeping with one another, this specific sort of talk did feel familiar.

None of it mattered to Loki at all.

Perhaps mutants were superior to humans. What should he care when Asgardians were far above the both of them and their petty squabbles? Regardless, Loki knew he couldn't involve himself in their politics. Not if he wanted his journeys hidden from Heimdall's watchful gaze to remain secrets. Talk was, at least, cheap and something at which he fancied himself quite the master.]

Oh, I agree completely, though you might say I have it easy compared to others. My brother, for example, tends to cause thunderstorms when he's angry. It can be very disruptive.

[His eyes lit up in amusement when he felt lips brush over his knuckles, gaze never wavering from the intense stare levelled upon him. The subsequent suggestion followed but such a devious smirk left Loki feeling certain that he too would appreciate a refresher. Erik would quickly learn that his fellow 'mutant' wasn't one to scare easily.]

I would like that very much. [There might have been a growing bulge beneath the sheets still covering Loki's lap. Yes, this mortal was worth some more of his time. Surely no one at home would miss him if he remained for just awhile longer.]

[[The way he looked at Loki turned predatory as if he were on the stake for a hunt and he was ready to ravish his dinner for the night after lacking food. The pleasures as of recently were rare, but when he did indulge in it, he went all out. His fingers slipped to loop around Loki’s wrist, the pad of his thumb rubbing his palm. A chuckle escaped, mirth acquired briefly.]]

Your brother sounds like a nuisance I would not want to run into. [[He tugged on Loki's wrist desultorily, leaning in closer one inch at a time. Erik liked a challenge, and he may not recollect much about last night or the events aspiring, but he did get the notion that Loki was not an easy soul to bring into submission. He pulled on his wrist more until he could nose against his neck, mouth attaching to the smooth skin. His voice brought a deep vibration to linger while he spoke.]] I will have you instead. Hübsh. Du bist hübsch. [[That was all. He decided words were nothing compared to what he had in mind. His other hand was brought down to hover over the sheets, slowly pressing down onto Loki’s bulge. His cock twitched in interest at the prospect of getting a proper taste, while fully conscious to remember, of an exquisite presence. Erik was going to take advantage. His libido called for it, naturally.

It had been a while since he could participate in the sensual lures of one his favorite vices; unadulterated sex. Two bodies dancing under the throws of passion no matter the context. He bit down on the surface of Loki's skin, grazing his teeth down as he nipped along the pulse area.]]

[Any words deriding Thor and complimenting him were always more than welcome. And he did understand the German; thanks to the Allspeak, language was no barrier for Asgardians. Even so, he chose to pretend as though he did not understand, his only acknowledgment an inviting smile as Erik moved incrementally closer.

If this mortal had been so intriguing last night, Loki could easily understand why he fell into bed with him in the first place. He displayed a confidence not altogether common among his partners, with an air of power he'd never felt before when sleeping with humans. Beyond the act of sex itself, Loki did love to be close to powerful people. Knowing he was the absolute center of their attention for awhile excited and fulfilled a deep-seated need that the trickster himself wasn't wholly ready to openly acknowledge.

He tilted his head to the side just slightly in appreciation of the attention to the sensitive skin of his neck, also an invitation for Erik to continue. Loki always liked it rougher than most, and biting added something deliciously primal to the experience. His lips parted with a soft gasp at the slowly building pressure against his thickening cock, and in an impulsive move his free hand reached up to dig into Erik's short hair with a rather tight grip.]

[[Worrying his teeth down onto Loki's skin, he bit down more harshly, inclining to reside only pleasure. The tug on his hair brought by more of his urges to heighten. There was something about causing marks to linger on someone's skin during such affairs. Even if they were never his to begin, the thrill of leaving a mark showed Erik's art even in the act. His lips moved down along the juncture between Loki's neck and shoulder to nip until he was pressing open mouth kisses in a consistent line.

A dark part of his mind wanted to possess and take hold until he wreaked sexual pleasure by his hand alone. The metal of the room wanted to vibrate, but he held it still. His power tended to radiate more when he got a streak of excitement; of raw need. He inched closer and let go of Loki's wrist, one hand slipping under the sheets and running along his thigh. Erik didn't particularly touch Loki's cock, but he did linger close enough to tease. Commencing in caressing there, down his thigh, inside and out, Erik moved in to capture Loki's mouth into a kiss.

His weight pushed down as he teetered them midway air, the force of the kiss managing to cause the action. Despite his aloof personality, stoic to the world around, Erik could be gentle. He was leveling the notch the more he got a taste of his current companion.

His tongue edged along Loki's bottom lip, poking slightly to part his mouth and taking his time to slither inside. Erik soon brought the kiss into more charted appeal, deepening it.]]

[Loki knew all too well the pleasures of marking a lover, as evidenced by the angry red lines scratched across Erik's back. He might not have remembered making them, but such an act was typical enough that seeing the aftermath of his handiwork left him satisfied rather than surprised. His own skin felt a little sensitive as it was gripped by teeth and lavished with kisses, leading him to wonder if he hadn't had Erik's mouth on his neck the previous night as well. Not enough force to leave marks behind, though perhaps that will change this time.

He wanted a memorable experience. Something he could take back with him to Asgard and remember privately while nobody else dared defy the Allfather's command to stay away from Midgard.

As they warmed up, Loki was happy enough with the tame, teasing touches and deep kiss that he readily returned. He felt sparks run down his spine when their tongues brushed together and pressed forward, hardly willing to take a kiss submissively. As he did many aspects of life, Loki often viewed sex as a game. What sort of game could be played without exerting efforts and seeking a reward?

Breathing slowly and deeply through his nose and in no rush to pull away, his now free hand wandered around Erik's back so that he could press his fingers against his skin. They smoothed down leisurely to the curve of his ass, which he grabbed firmly without warning. He certainly liked what he felt.]

[[All worries and thoughts of the world were forgotten in the moment, perishing to the back of his mind. The doses of air supporting his lungs gave him more time to lick the inside of Loki’s mouth, his fingers slipping to grip a hipbone. His nails scratched against the skin. Unfortunately his air supply ceased him from furthering the kiss and the hold on his ass drove him to gasp away from their locked lips but not before biting down onto Loki's bottom one. Erik's eyes darkened, lips curling into a smirk as he left his starve struck gaze on Loki.

There it was. What Erik craved with each partner. A challenge. The thrill of being able to push against short of limits and a dominance game asunder. Erik with his highly dominant persona liked a good fight from any sex partner. Vanilla was far too boring.

The hand on Loki's hipbone slid onto his lap and Erik brushed the tip of his fingertips along the underside of his cock. He ran his fingers up and down the length a couple times to lure out pleasurable nerves before taking the weight of it into a hold. He squeezed the base, his own cock already peaked of steady hardness from the rush of arousal simply by the sight of Loki's bitten lip.]]

Tell me. What do you desire? Give me something good. [[Erik's voice came off gravely and low, lustful. His eyes wondered down Loki's neck, then to his chest where the bud of his nipples, pink and inviting, were tempting him. He looked openly, smugly taking his time in pumping Loki's cock with slick motions.]]

[When the kiss was eventually broken, Loki chuckled breathlessly at the sound of Erik's gasp. He gave the firm bottom another squeeze for good measure, his own devious smirk nearly mirroring his partner's.

It was easy to sense Erik's dominance and power after only a short amount of time in his presence- it practically radiated off of him and left no wonder as to why he was a leader among the elite humanity had to offer. Loki loved the idea of challenging him and drawing out the best and worst that personality had to offer, testing the man's control and hopefully leaving him satisfied but craving more by the end.

Biting was a fond favorite of his. His lip stung and tingled a little after Erik pulled back, the action certainly encouraging how quickly his prick responded to the stroking, squeezing hand around it. He hummed approvingly at the steadily growing pleasure as he reached full hardness, a few drops of precum dripping from the swelling tip of his erection to help smooth the friction from each stroke.

Loki did not have to think for more than a moment when questioned about his desire. Every individual was unique, though few of his former lovers as unique as Erik. He wanted to experience what he alone had to offer.]

You can manipulate all metal in any way you like, isn't that right? I want you to use that ability here, if you are able. However you like.

[[Now they were talking his language. Metal had been part of his life since he discovered he could manipulate it by unfortunate circumstances. It is his meraki, and close bonded into his being like a limb to a human but with more intimate connections. Using it in pleasurable circumstances were rare for him, weirdly enough. Hearing Loki give him permission for usage of his art, he couldn't help the thrumming moan forming at the back of his throat as his eyelids slowly dropped closed.]]

And I shall. [[His mouth formed a sedated indication of a lopsided grin. He held out his hand, calling over the two metal balls the size of a dollar coin that he always tended to carry with him. Bending them to his will he started reshaping, coiling them around his left wrist in perpetual circles.]] Let's see what we can do. [[Erik gave Loki's cock one more squeeze before taking his hand off and maneuvering the metal to lay around as a replacement. It made a tube shape, wrapping close to the surface. Then the metal starting moving in vibrating motions.

Erik's eyelids were drooped halfway, barley opening to reveal the blue of his irises growing darker by the prospect and excitement at bay. He leaned his head down to lick along Loki's collarbone as he increased the vibration, his mouth brushing down to take the nub of a nipple between his teeth. Erik tugged on the nub before licking around it, free hands roaming down Loki's defined torso to get a proper feel.]]

[Loki watched Erik manipulate the metal to his will, intrigued at his ability to perform what would look to any Asgardian like sorcery but was somehow not, a natural talent that was unique and hardly the sort of thing to be taught in books. He licked his bitten bottom lip in excitement, unsure of what was to come of his request.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to discover Erik's intentions. The metal felt cold in contrast to his heated cock. Loki's eyes fixed on what was happening, his hands slowly moving from the mortal's hair and back to curl in the sheets below him instead.

When the metal sheathe began to vibrate, he could not bite back a loud gasp, his fingers suddenly tightening their grip on the fabric beneath them. His eyes slid shut as he let his head fall back against the pillow, lips slightly parted as his breathing began to quicken just a little. The vibrations sent sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine, and when they began increasing in speed, his hips began jerking upward in small motions, seeking out more pressure and friction as he might have if there was a hand around him instead.

Loki moaned breathlessly as Erik teased a nipple with his mouth, his body arching up this time into the delightful feeling of warm, strong hands on his skin.]

[[For a man that derived from a need for power, there was a complex to worship those he laid with. Erik's desires increase with each sigh, moan, and sound he had brought on by his given pleasure. It riled him up and he was sure his hair was messed up, strands acting wild.

Wrapping an arm around Loki's waist, he utilized his strength, aided by the springs of the bed to hitch him onto the middle of the bed. A hand pressed on his stomach to lower the shifter down onto his back while he went down with him, mouth moving to kiss all the way up to the back of his ear. Once there, he nibbled on the outer lobe, nudging his knee to part Loki's legs. Erik leaned back, his right hand running across Loki's outer thigh and brushing just below his knee until he was caressing the inner part of his thigh. Looking down, he could see the effect caused by pure sex in the air, heat prickling his skin rambunctiously.

Loki looked divine with his dark hair contrasting the milky white of his skin, red showing from the heat between them. Erik wanted to devour him by mere sight. He will definitely be remembering their encounter for a long time. Hitching Loki's leg up, he turned his head to press a kiss onto the side of his knee. Long legs, beautiful long legs.

The metal left Loki's cock, vibration reducing as he utilized his mouth to nip down inside Loki's inner thigh. Reshaping it, he brought them back to their original form and pressed the tiny circular metal against Loki's balls, messaging them. Erik didn't need to be touched between his legs to feel the pleasure coursing onto the shifter. He could feel it himself by the minimal presence of his ability, but it only went so far. The friction wanted to be felt, more intensely, but Erik refrained from rushing and just taking.]]

[When Erik slid an arm around his waist and began shifting his position, Loki's hands uncurled from the sheets beneath him and reached up again, clinging desperately to strong shoulders and only letting go when Erik moved away from easy reach.

His cock was swollen and aching as the vibrations continued, slick at the tip and begging for more. With his hands back against the sheets, he made a show of his pleasure. Legs now parted, his dark hair mussed from it's usually perfectly neat style, he watched Erik from beneath lidded eyes while he inhaled shaky breaths. It was a look of pure lust, one that fixated on his partner with reverential focus.

Loki felt certain that he could make this man do whatever he liked. Fortunately, it didn't seem any convincing would be necessary. The mortal was already treating him with more appreciation than he usually expected. His lips felt warm against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, the light sting of teeth earning him more sighs and a little squirming the further down his mouth wandered.

At first he felt a touch disappointed at the loss of the vibrations around him. That feeling lasted only moments as he felt the now warm metal moving against his balls, eliciting from him a groan as his cock twitched eagerly in response to the new stimulation. Loki wasn't feeling particularly patient at that point.]

I think I'd like to... feel more of you now.

[[Taking his cock into a hand, Erik squeezed the base, thumb running across the tip. There was already pre-cum starting to form, considering it slimed the side of his finger. He gave it another squeeze to cause him from unloading prematurely. Aesthetic to the eye, Loki captured Erik's elicit lust wholeheartedly and he was going to drink up the moment as much as he could, therefore lasting. Even so, a person had their limits towards patience.

Icy blue eyes looked down, piercing. Erik leaned to have his mouth pressed against Loki's ear. His voice came out low and husky, filled ultimately with opulent want.]]

Oh? Tell me, Loki. How do you want to feel me? [[Erik instantly lined up his hardness, pressing it on top of Loki's as he started to move his hips in slow grinding circles. The shivers came rapidly, hot breath pushing onto his ear. The metal balls moved away, landing on his side for now. Erik had an idea of what his bed companion wanted but he still had the urge to hear it. Simple satisfaction could be drawn out by words alone. Moving his head lower, Erik nosed against Loki's neck, body rocking slightly by the friction.

It felt good, too damn good, causing Erik to grit his teeth.]]

Touch. Touch me. [[The rubbing furthered his arousal, nearly peaking it fully. He urged, demanding. Erik needed those hands on him as well, anywhere, to further fuel him. The heat between their bodies became unbearable in a way that he just had to keep on holding onto it.]]

[The feel of their erections sliding together was certainly a start, and Loki made his approval known by tightening his grip on Erik's shoulders and doing his part by arching his hips a little into the grinding movements to better add to the friction. He thought he probably could come from this alone if allowed, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to experience everything the mortal had to give.]

I want to feel you inside of me. I want to ache for days to come.

[He wouldn't, at least not physically, but there were different types of aches one could experience. And while the thought of longing for a Midgardian was nearly laughable, Loki wouldn't dismiss the possibility outright. If he found an object of his desires resided in another realm, he could simply make more frequent visits. When Loki had his attention on something he wanted, it was difficult to pull him from his goal.

For now he was happy enough to give into Erik's demands for more touch. His hands slid down from his shoulders to run down his well-defined chest, fingers scratching a little at the skin on their way down. He rubbed his thumbs down over each nipple, then returned to give them a harsh pinch.

But what he really wanted to touch was somewhat lower.

He drew his hands down Erik's sides, then waited for a moment when his movements slowed to take the chance, his hand curling around the man's cock in an attempt to stop him in his tracks. Hot in heavy in his hand, he gave the shaft an appreciative squeeze before stroking his fingers lightly over the length. The other hand sneaked lower to gently cup his sac, soft touches to tease but not overload him with sensation. They still weren't done here.]

[[If his eyes were not fully blown by lust itself, then they were well on dilating to their highest degree possible. A deep throated groan escaped Erik’s mouth just by hearing Loki say that. The shifter had an allure that gave off pure sex, and Erik gravitated to him like a seaman to the lure of a siren’s song.

A devious smirk resided on his face. It was starting to become one of his most frequently used expressions around Loki. Impending bliss arose at the feel of soft hands, his cock pulsing lively and aching for more. Their foreplay only heightened the experience. Erik, through the hazy need, managed to call over a bottle of lube. It took a great deal of effort to pull from Loki's touch. He almost didn't, but he also wanted to bury himself inside his sweet ass; to feed undeniable urges.

It was a motivator.

The cap was metal and it shot at his hand, sticking to his palm. He enclosed it, glad he somehow decided to carry it around last night. He didn’t even care what he had set to do the previous night, but only of what was occurring currently. Thank goodness for being equipped. No matter how nefarious Erik could be, he would only intend comfort for bed partners.]]

As you wish. [[Uncapping the lube, he lowered to kiss down Loki’s chest, going lower and lower until he was peppering down his cock and nosing against his balls. His fingers ran past, sliding to spread his legs further by nudging on the inside of his thighs. A low chuckle, close to a rumble, came through as he brought his right forefinger to edged around Loki’s hole. It winked at him, pink and inviting. He purposely blew air into it before looking up at Loki, keeping eye contact as he allowed his lubed up finger to poke barley into the entrance. His middle finger stroked the side, and although he had patience he couldn't deny it had all been drained of it by now.

Erik pushed his finger in further as he brought his free hand to sprawl onto a thigh. Anticipation pooled up for what was being build up by touches and accumulated bliss.]]

[Loki thought he might be able to lose himself in those eyes, such desire focused entirely on him and nothing else at all. He stared back at him with a lust-filled intensity in his bright blue eyes, his hands eagerly at work sliding over the mortal's cock and balls in hopes of drawing out further sounds of approval.

Erik wasn't the only one disappointed to have their contact broken. Loki was forced to break their eye contact, but found that his disappointment barely had time to form as an idea in his mind before it vanished into the air.

The trickster's hands scrambled to grasp onto Erik's shoulders again as he moved lower, his breath hitching when lips pressed against his swollen prick, which twitched slightly in response to the soft, tantalizing touch. He was more than happy to part his legs further when prompted. By then he broke eye contact rather quickly, gaze instead moving toward the ceiling as he felt his whole body react to the initial brush of a finger against his eager hole.

Loki's nails dug into Erik's shoulders. He was going to have new scratches to join the ones on his back soon enough.

Soon enough he was having doubts about his own ability to remain patient. When a slick finger finally pushed inside of him, Loki arched his hips up in encouragement, hoping for more.]

[[Looking up at the enticing image before him, Erik’s only urge was to take Loki apart with his tongue, cock, and mouth. To the point that he would be remembered as more than a good lay. Erik wanted to linger in Loki’s mind as a memory tucked away even after they parted paths. Being forgotten is for the weak. He basked in being able to make a lasting impact. One he could possibly gloat about.

He pushed his finger in as far as it could go, feeling Loki’s hole clench and it only excited him to put something thicker inside, preferably his cock. Rubbing against the walls, he tested out how it felt before deciding to push in his middle finger right next to his forefinger. Erik then pressed them down to apply pressure. Flicking his wrist around until his palm was facing up and he was now curling his fingers, Erik reached out to brush Loki's sensitive walls. He started to move his fingers, pumping them in slow motions after he saw the shifter become comfortable with how he was digging inside sensually. Scissoring motions came next, stretching up and down, to then go horizontal. The look he gave Loki intensified, predatory in its own right. An audible breath pushed forth, his face matted in easy concentration before he stopped his motions altogether, the scissoring halting. Erik's voice came out husky while he spoke clearly.]]

Fuck yourself on my fingers.

[[It wasn't a question, but a clear demand. He watched, mostly fascinated by the way Loki's body responded to his touch. Soon. Soon, he would be able to fully feel him in the entirety of what sex could offer in gaining ultimate pleasure. They were far from done, and Erik wasn't going to rush it. Not yet, anyways.]]

[A second finger soon joined the first and Loki hummed, trying to force his body to relax. Erik seemed to know what he was doing well enough... perhaps too well, as the upward curling of his fingers exerted pressure on that spot deep inside of him that left him gasping and clenching around the fingers again despite his resolve to remain pliant during preparation.

Two fingers were nothing compared to a proper cock, and yet they could draw forth such delectable pleasure when manipulated just so. Loki planted his feet on the mattress on either side of Erik, his eyes opening once more, though heavily lidded as he sought to meet the man's gaze. That predatory look sent a shiver down his spine, or perhaps it was those commanding words spoken with such authority. Indeed, he needn't ask.]

Yes, Sir. [His own words were spoken softly with the slightest hint of teasing when he offered that title. The assigned task would have been easier if he were on his knees or they were both standing, but Loki wasn't one to back down from something enjoyable.

He began by twitching his hips upward experimentally, feeling the fingers remain still inside of him. With a growing smirk on his lips, Loki moved his hands so that he could wrap his arms around Erik's shoulders, tugging him down a little to use him as a sort of anchor. He then began arching his hips slowly but in consistent motions, fucking himself on the two fingers as he might have done on an unmovable sex toy. His breathing quickly became heavier again as he took pleasure for himself, and he gradually tried to bury the digits as deeply inside himself as he could with increasingly greedy upward bucks of his hips.]

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