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the TRAPPED TOGETHER meme

t h e TRAPPED TOGETHER m e m e
(expanded edition; originally from memebells @ lj)

Ever wanted to tag a character yours has no good reason to know? Ever wanted your character to be forced to interact with someone they're supposed to hate? Now's your chance!

You character has been trapped somewhere-- and they're not alone. Pick the scenario(s) and genre(s) you're open to, and post with your choices and character's information in the subject line. Use the random number generator or your own discretion to reply to others' posts.

SCENARIOS:

1. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR The old standby. You're stuck until someone can rescue you, or until one or both of you can get this box moving again.

2. TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER Maybe there's a nuclear winter, or maybe you were just exploring and wandered in here. Either way? Right now, you're stuck.

3. TRAPPED IN A CAR You were driving long-distance when your ride broke down, so now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere until else someone happens by.

4. TRAPPED IN A MALL AFTER HOURS Somehow, you managed to get stuck in the mall after closing. Maybe you fell asleep in the bathroom, or were hiding in the back of the bookstore, but now the doors are locked, and you've got the whole place almost to yourself.

5. TRAPPED IN A MAZE Entering that maze seemed like such a good idea, didn't it? Only now you can't find your way out, and you're pretty sure you're not alone in here...

6. TRAPPED ON AN ISLAND You should have known better than to trust any three hour cruise or any last minute flight over the ocean. In the chaos you've gotten stuck on a different island from the rest of the survivors (there are others, right?), but you'll probably still be close enough for rescuers to find you if you build a big enough fire. At least you have the island to yourselves... don't you?

7. TRAPPED IN THE WILDERNESS It was a great idea to go trekking out into the wilderness until you got separated from the group you were on, or you lost your map in a mad escape from something... unfortunate. If you're lucky there's a cabin to stay in. If you're less lucky, one of you brought a tent. If not... then you better get trekking home in a hurry. There're animals out there, you know.

8. OTHER/COMBO Any other scenarios that tickle your fancy.

GENRES:

i. Survival Horror
ii. Smut
iii. Gen
iv. Fluff
v. Crack
vi. Action
vii. Other/Combo

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What a dreadful situation. Loki is staring down into the inner workings of this insipid machine, an ominous mist of hot chemical evaporating up tauntingly. Yes, I'm broken, what can you do about it?

Nothing. Loki is serving his sentence powerless on Midgard -- just as Thor had -- and he can't just wave his hand and realign atoms and molecules and make it all better again. He gives a threatening look down at the engine and pipes and wires that stare back at him blankly, as if waiting for him to do something.

Then he turns to look at the rolling expanse of dry, dusty land, vague shapes of large boulders and small mountains, perhaps some cacti here and there, that all gives way to the darkening blue sky above and around them.

With a sigh, Loki slams the hood of the old car shut. "Well, it's definitely...not functioning."

Damn, it was so hot while it was daylight, but the desert evening is falling like a veil, and Loki finds the intensity of the change physically unsettling. Ah, right, being cold...that's a sensation he's not quite used to. There are many things in this situation that he's not accustomed to.

At least there's a familiar face to keep his frazzled mind grounded amidst all of this chaos, and Loki looks to it for a solution, a single eyebrow raised. "So, what shall we do, Sebastian?" It's getting dark and walking the rest of the way isn't an option, but there isn't a sign of human life for miles.

Sebastian is in the trunk, digging through his luggage for a sweater and wondering how a desert can be so blazingly hot during the day and then suddenly near freezing as soon as the sun starts dipping below the horizon. It makes no sense to him. It made sense in high school when the teacher was explaining it to him. But right now, when his shirt is still damp with sweat and he has no cell service and they somehow managed to take the wrong road and get stranded in the middle of nowhere trying to get back to the right road, he has no answer.

What he does know is that he is cold and they are not getting very far in the dark.

"First, we're going to change into something cleaner and warmer." Sebastian tosses an expensive long sleeved shirt that he thinks will look nice with Loki's eyes to Loki and proceeds to tug his own soiled t-shirt off. Is it dorky that he has traveling sanitary wipes with aloe to offer to Loki as well? "Second, we're going to get some sleep so we can start early in the morning before it gets too hot. And since we don't have sleeping bags or a tent we're going to sleep in the car."

This is the part he's having trouble with. Sebastian likes comfortable things. He likes beds and blankets and pillows. A car is not comfortable.

Edited 2012-08-09 15:40 (UTC)

Loki watches Sebastian with a curious eye as the younger man takes him through his strategy for the night...but his amused gaze is soon turned to the eggplant-hued shirt he has just been thrown. It almost looks like a tunic he has seen Sif wear before. Sebastian, where do you buy these things?

He is peeling his shirt off when it is made clear that they will remain here until morning, and pauses before slipping into the drier, warmer shirt.

"Sleep...where, exactly?" It's almost meant as a challenge as Loki turns his eyes obviously to stare past the windshield into the cramped interior of the car. There is a backseat that, with proper relocation of some items, only one person can sleep on...and while Loki has discovered that the front seats recline, he's not crazy about the set up, and is resenting the inability to shapeshift into something limber and small, like a cat. Yes, Allfather, I've learned my lesson: never kill off an entire race of creatures ever again. Can I come home, now?

"It'll be fine, Loki. We'll figure it out." Sebastian takes Loki's soiled shirt, making a face at it and holding it away from himself to add to his own in the trunk. He'd prefer a shower, soap and clean underwear, too, but he's trying to not be too picky here.

And while he's trying to figure things out, Sebastian moves everything off the backseat to the trunk.

"You can have the back seat..." He'll just sleep sitting up. Because Loki's legs are longer and it just makes sense.

Loki stands by as Sebastian does all of the moving, initially to put on the clean shirt he had been given, but now just to observe their surroundings in the dim lighting, to feel the crunch of dirt and rocks underneath his shoes, and to inspect a very fascinating looking eight-legged arthropod with two giant pincers in the front and a long curved tail with a stinger, mulling about its business.

His attention returns to Sebastian, eyebrows lifting up in mild surprise at the offer.

"Yes, but all that can accomplish is you passively complaining through the whole night." He gives a smile, showing that he's not trying to come off as a jerk. "But if you insist..."

Loki has seen worse than this sitaution; this is simply irritating for him. He is not unused to being temporarily stranded in foreign places, that much is certain.

Being mortal while stranded and helpless, however...that was just aggravating. He has had some time to learn to adjust, but being cold is something he hasn't quite gotten used to. Despite the shirt, his skin tingles with a chill as a breeze flows by, and he's grabbing a blanket to wrap around his body before even plopping down into the back seat.

"Maybe for your generosity, I'll trade spots with you in a couple of hours." Loki smirks through the window of the open backseat door at Sebastian.

Sebastian is not amused, Loki. See his face. Not amused. But he's nice and doesn't slam the door on your too long legs before climbing into the passenger seat. He does slam his door though and jerks on the handle to recline the seat, not caring if hits Loki.

"You seem to think I'm a spoiled brat who doesn't know how to handle uncomfortable situations. I'll remember that the next time someone considers sewing your mouth shut as punishment instead of banishing you."

Sebastian didn't know who that person was, but he didn't like how eager they had been to suggest such a thing. Odin the Allfather was a scary man, but even he wouldn't agree. And Thor had actually threatened that persons life until Odin had stopped the argument. And all he could do was stand between Loki and everyone else, refusing to move despite knowing any one of the Asgardians could end him.

And now he's pouting and staring at the roof of the beat up Mustang because the least they could have done was send him and Loki to his own world where they would have money and place to sleep.

Ooh, he seems to have hit a nerve, hasn't he?

Loki watches with some measure of alarm when Sebastian's whole demeanor changes, becoming volatile and charged -- another shadow of Loki's not-brother -- as he violently drops into the passenger seat and shuts the door. Behind Sebastian's back, Loki can't resist a half-roll of his eyes.

But his own expression darkens as his companion speaks, and Loki grows tense at the obvious resentment to having helped him. He pauses and steels himself, swallowing down all of the inflammatory remarks he could spew right now.

"No, I don't...I think you're unnecessarily too nice and it only brings you more misfortune than reward..."

Since, you know, Loki is apparently that much of a burden for you, Sebastian. Loki sits on his bench seat and frowns slightly in the dark, knowing that this is not all his fault, but knowing there is nothing he can blame Sebastian for, either...but it hurts to take so much blame for so many things, especially for a favor he didn't want...at first.

"You really should have just left me there. You wouldn't be here, like this, if you had just left me be." They've had this conversation before, only to end in unsettling silences. Loki didn't like feeling so responsible for himself and Sebastian, now.

Edited 2012-08-09 18:19 (UTC)

Sebastian lets out a frustrated sigh and rubs at his face before awkwardly rolling over and climbing into the back seat next to Loki. Jeans were not the easiest things to move around in when trying to crawl into the backseat of a cramped Mustang. But they were on a budget and jeans were cheaper than his favorite Armani pants.

Somehow he manages to end up half in Loki's lap before righting himself and giving the back of the seat a good kick for intentionally making it more difficult than it should have been. But then he's glancing at Loki and stealing part of the blanket for himself.

"I'm sorry." He really is. What he said was cruel and he didn't really mean it. "I don't regret what I did, Loki. Given another chance I would do the exact same thing, would make the same choices. This...me being like this isn't your fault."

Sebastian scoots down against the seat a little and leans sideways, resting his head against Loki's shoulder.

"I just...miss big beds and soft sheets and soap."

And with that admission he can't help smiling, even laughing a little at himself.

Once again, Loki finds himself quite surprised by Sebastian's actions when the younger man is whipping around in the small space of the car to awkwardly situate himself in his lap-- ah, no, just the open spot on the bench seat beside him.

He knows Sebastian is frustrated... Loki has been for most of his time spent here on Midgard, though he refuses to admit why. Sure, he is open to showing what an inconvenience it is to be here and powerless, but it doesn't irk him nearly as much as feeling indebted to Sebastian for more or less saving him. Being stuck indefinitely -- but temporarily -- here as a mortal was a walk in the park next to an eternity with his mouth sewn shut (which was only going to be the start of the punishment, Loki knew that for certain, since such an act also broke his connection to his powers).

Loki sits quietly and watches the other man as he talks, seeing the rolling boil of emotions fizzle down. In the dark above Sebastian's field of vision, Loki can't suppress a bittersweet smile.

"Sounds like we're both spoiled brats," he speaks softly, shifting his shoulder slightly against Sebastian, in perhaps the friendliest jab he has given since the start of this chaos. "I...appreciate the effort you've put in for me. I just can't help but think it was not worth it for you. Kindness doesn't deserve suffering." Loki has never been worthwhile of anyone's time, has he? Odin took him in to his family as a means of building a bridge between Asgard and Jotunheim, and those plans no longer mattered. He struggled to take the throne out of Thor's reach, and was constantly denied. If he suffers, he should suffer alone. That's all he has ever known, and anything different is foreign to him.

Edited 2012-08-10 01:55 (UTC)

"It's worth it, Loki." Sebastian wiggles his hand around under the blanket until he finds what he's looking for, Loki's hand, and laces their fingers together. "You're worth it."

Don't you remember, Loki? He's told you this before.

"And I'm not suffering. I'm just uncomfortable. There is a difference. Because suffering would be knowing I let you go alone to Asgard, not knowing what they were going to do to you and spending the rest of my life regretting not doing something, anything to stop them. Uncomfortable can be fixed with time and effort. Suffering...is cruel. I couldn't let you suffer, Loki."

Although, he suspects sleeping in the back seat of their beat up car might be considered cruel and unusual punishment and both their bodies will be suffering by morning. Especially if it gets any colder than it is now.

Sebastian shivers once and pulls the blanket up further over them both before moving closer to Loki, trying to steal some of his warmth and pinching Loki's thigh.

"And I'm not the spoiled one here, Prince Loki. I know how to cook and clean after myself. I didn't have servants to order around or maidens to keep my bed warm. Ugh. Not that I would want maidens in my bed."

Loki has always had the same one reaction when Sebastian talks to him like this: silence. He never knows what to say in return...partially because words don't quite suffice. At first these words of kind encouragement would annoy the Asgardian, but now it's just a violent clash of appreciation and resistance in him. It doesn't feel like pity anymore, but Loki never feels safe succumbing to Sebastian's warmth, his sincerety.

So it practically kills him when a hand grasps his, entwines in his, and he huffs a short breath through a conflicted smile.

"You're probably the one person in this universe who won't stand to see me suffer." It's meant as a light-hearted comment, but there's pain writhing deep in that hole in his chest where a heart is meant to reside.

Loki nearly jumps at the contact on his thigh but it only translates into a surprised shift and a matching chuckle. "I assure you, the only maidens I've had were for rituals, not recreation." No, Loki wasn't blinded by hormone-driven urges, typically...not to say that he had no drive, but his priorities have always been a little different than most others.

Now that he is mortal, though, he's not even sure what those priorities are.

Sebastian frowns, first at the thought of anyone still using rituals as an excuse for sex, and then because it occurs to him that Loki is saying he's never had sex for fun. And this thought has him turning his head to look at Loki, a slight smirk on his lips.

"You've never had sex for the simple of joy of having sex?"

How is that even possible? Sebastian has only actually had sex with one person in his entire life, but it wasn't just love making, he and Jack enjoyed sex for the simple of joy of having sex sometimes.

"Did you even enjoy this ritual sex?"

Yes. Loki. He's asking you if you had a proper orgasm or just went through the motions. Where is shy Sebastian now when you need him to shut up?

Loki stops and blinks at Sebastian through the darkness, a little lost. Was it a bad thing? Sex rituals were pretty key in seiðr practice, and he wasn't exactly popular with the ladies when living in Thor's shadow.

"I enjoyed it well enough; there was nothing in the means of an emotional connection, but it was for spiritual reasons nonetheless. I didn't need to seek out a sexual relationship with anyone otherwise."

It is all said with pure nonchalance, and a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, then there was that time with Svaðilfari, but that hardly counts."

"That does not count."

Oops. Sebastian is immediately sure that he did not mean to admit knowing anything about Svaðilfari. That knowledge was not something he wanted in his head to begin with. But he'd read it in several books and never even considered asking Loki if it was true. Because it didn't matter if it was true, it didn't change how he felt about Loki, and he did not need that information in his head. There were much nicer things about Loki to imagine. Things that didn't include bestiality. Even though technically Loki had supposedly been in the form of a mare...No! Not thinking about it!

"So you enjoyed sex for spiritual reasons. But what about sex for personal reasons? Haven't you ever been physically attracted to someone?"

Despite himself, Loki laughs softly at the sudden, all too knowing remark. He had expected Sebastian to have to ask who Svaðilfari even was, but it seemed that the man had done quite a bit of research on Loki in his spare time...

The amused demeanour melts away at the new queries, and thoughtfulness takes over.

"It seems that you've done quite a bit of homework while absent from my presence..." Loki winks, "but your sources are a little lacking, but who can blame them?"

Loki shifts in their shared fabric cocoon, turning to face Sebastian somewhat, whose head falls from his shoulder onto the Asgardian's upper chest. "The Hindu practitioners on this planet practiced tantric sex as a spiritual act, as well as an act of lovemaking. It had as much to do with worship as it did with physical attraction and sexual drive. What I practiced in Seiðr is not much different, except that I did not involve a significant other. It was still as personal to me as I imagine bedding your previous lover had been, just less...romantic."

The memories of being home, centuries away, pulls at his chest both kindly, and painfully. "I never really had many opportunities to seek out a lover of my own, as I kept myself very devout to my practice, which...resulted in me being less than desirable to most people. Seiðr is a craft typically taken up by women, and it is frowned upon when men take part, so while Thor had his selection of maidens, I..." Loki trails off, unsure of how to admit to having been essentially teased or gossiped about (typically behind his back; in his face people just kept a distance), so he simply shrugs indifferently. It hardly shamed him, just irritated him.

Edited 2012-08-10 17:41 (UTC)

At first, Sebastian is content with his new position. He can hear Loki's heart and it almost drowns out Loki's words. It's perfect, strong, even, hypnotic. But he is listening, taking in this new information about Loki, and growing new appreciation for the Asgardian and his people's way of life. Because in his mind Loki is an Asgardian. A God.

But Loki's half admission is upsetting. How can people not see what he see's in Loki? All this men and women's roles and what is acceptable and what is not is annoying and seriously pisses him off. If he could he would show Loki just how desirable he is.

Better than any maiden.

"Loki..."

It's a simple question out of curiosity.

"Is there a difference..."

He's having a little trouble wording it properly.

"Do you feel different..."

Just a simple question, Sebastian, so why are you blushing?

"Is your desire for sex stronger now that you're mortal?"

He's truly curious. And to test Loki's sensitivity he doesn't pinch Loki's thigh this time, he gently rubs the spot and listens for any change in the man's heart.

There is always the possibility that Loki is simply not attracted to him. Or that he's just not the type of person to respond to little touches. Perhaps he needs more stimuli before he starts to feel aroused. The end result of this will most likely be making Loki laugh at his pathetic efforts. Laughing is good, too.

It's difficult not to laugh while Sebastian fumbles for words, which is why Loki doesn't succeed in doing such. The actual question, however, leaves him in quiet surprise. His heart does very nearly skip a beat as he puts two and two togther, looking at the conversation as a whole.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were propositioning me." Sebastian, you really are transparent...but Loki sees it as an open door, a deliciously fascinating glimpse of insight to the younger man's mind. They've gone on about Loki, but Sebastian is pretty skilled at not talking much about himself. "I'll admit, it has been quite some time since I have had sex, and never for the pure pleasure of the act as it is."

Hidden in their blanket, Loki's hand slithers over to rest on Sebastian's sitting on his thigh. "If anything, it sounds like something I could certainly enjoy..."

To Hel with it all, he's stranded on this planet powerless with no regal duties to speak of. His glorious purpose now is to survive like everyone else here, to get by, to see it through to the day's end and wake up the next morning. Loki has no real priorities now, except to stay alive. There are no expectations of him, no one to let down, nothing to royally screw up. (Forgive the pun.) It's just him, existing, limited...and Sebastian, the one being in this universe sworn to keep him company.

Loki lets his head dip down, forehead meeting Sebastian's, the heat of their breath mingling and warming his skin. It's about time he let it all go and focus on something else, even if just for a little while. He's been caught up in his own plights for so long, he forgot there was a life that he was meant to be living.

Sebastian's not as controlled in his reactions as Loki can be. His heart is already starting to beat faster and feel warmer, the cold sting of the air almost feels numb in comparison to the parts of him that are warm.

It's not the first time he's thought about having sex with Loki. Ever since his dream it's hard to get it out of his mind and it creeps up on him from time to time. The man, however cold and omnipotent, is also very sexy and warm when he's not trying to be intimidating.

Sebastian corrects himself as he boldly slides his hand further up Loki's thigh, even further up searching for the hem of his shirt that he was right in thinking would look nice on the not-God. Loki doesn't have to try. He just is. And it's really a shame no one has ever gone out of their way, other than Thor, to make Loki realize he's just as desirable as his brother. More so to Sebastian.

"It's been a long time for me as well." he licks his lips and leans up, stifling a soft moan at the brush of their lips as he speaks. "I've taken a lot of cold showers because of you."

There's just a gentle hint of contact between them: a hand ghosting along his leg and to his abdomen, a tickling brush against lips, and Loki nearly closes the miniscule amount of space before he is halted by Sebastian's voice. Parted lips give way to teeth as Loki chuckles, and he lets one of his own hands move around blindly before finding Sebastian's hip.

"It begs to question how you've dealt with such a plight recently...?" Sebastian, have you been jerking off late at night while Loki has been sleeping? Or have you just suffered desperately through your spare erections, too afraid to be caught red-handed to indulge yourself? Loki almost hopes it's the latter...

Ah, is this that more-eager drive Sebastian questioned Loki about? Because he's suddenly feeling the beginnings of arousal in his groin at the mere idea of Sebastian lying in any one of those cheap, dingy hotel beds they shared during this journey, lying awake, shifting about uncomfortably with his own desire.

"Recently?"

You mean all the nights he's spent sharing a space with you, Loki, with no where to hide to relieve some of the built up tension that has been waking him up nearly every single night?

And you're laying there next to him, so close and touching in places because the bed is too small and even if he does go to the bathroom he risks waking you up.

So no. There hasn't been any dealing with his plight you evil sexy bastard!

And he's at his breaking point.

Sebastian yanks the blanket away, untangles himself from Loki and appears for intents and purposes to be climbing back into the front passenger seat. Until the seat pops up and out of the way so that he can turn around and straddle Loki's legs, facing the man finally.

"You're a bed hog. And you smell nice after a shower. And you sleep right next to me. And I have not slept more than a few hours at a time for the last couple of weeks because the only way I can get comfortable is to get close to you and touch you and then I wake up and there you are and I can't touch you the way I want."

And with each word, he's leaning closer, placing his hands against the seat on either side of Loki.

For just a moment, Loki wonders if he's set Sebastian off again (he had been awfully sensitive on-and-off in the past couple of weeks, not that Loki didn't know why) but there's a metallic crank before the front passenger seat flies upright, and-- wow, Sebastian, your ass looks good in these jeans.

And Loki imagines it would look better without them.

But the admirable ass is gone and Sebastian actually in his lap this time. It's awkward in the cramped space, but it is somehow encouraging of what they're doing, as if the walls around them are pushing them together.

Sebastian's words draw forth an awfully smug grin out of Loki, all too pleased at how mindlessly frantic the younger man has become over him. Really, what took you so long, Sebastian? Loki's hands grasp the man's hips, fingers toying with the waistline of his pants curiously, teasingly.

"Oh, it must have been so horrible for you, being so close to me while I slept...knowing we could be fucking instead, knowing how badly you wanted it." Loki's breathing is becoming heavier, his cock growing steadily harder, especially now with Sebastian in his lap. Loki leans up and connects his mouth to the side of Sebastian's throat, teeth latching on while he sucks on the flesh. It's warm and salty from sweat, and he's suddenly not feeling quite so cold anymore.

Sebastian had been preparing to give Loki a piece of his mind for teasing him and quite possibly intentionally causing him to suffer all this time.

In fact, he's almost positive the damn Asgardian planned this. At least the part where he enjoyed knowing how uncomfortable Sebastian had been all this time. He doubts even Loki could have predicted they'd be stranded in the middle of nowhere and making out in the backseat of their beat up Mustang.

But Loki's teeth, his warm lips and hot tongue and the intense pleasure that's going straight to his groin is enough to silence him. Mostly. If you don't count the gasp and deep moan that accompanies his attempt to grind down against Loki's lap, fingers gripping at his shoulders.

"Arrogant...smug...shit! Loki..."

What is it about this man that makes him curse? And feel desperate? Because there is suddenly way too many clothes despite how cold it is and not nearly enough room, but that doesn't stop him from trying to tug Loki's shirt up.

Edited 2012-08-11 10:00 (UTC)

Folds of denim shielding a hardening groin begins to press against Loki's lower abdomen, just above his own awakening erection, and he sighs heavily into Sebastian's neck over the feeling. He feels so strangely calm compared to the man in his lap, who seems to be growing deliciously frazzled...Loki grins around a section of flesh pinned between his teeth.

"Oh, you flatter me," he breathes as he releases Sebastian from his mouth, letting his shirt slide up and off of his body. The chill in the air hits him without pause, but the heavy, hot breaths between them are filling the car slowly, creating a gentle heat around them.

Loki takes Sebastian's thighs in his hands, thumbs tracing the sewn hem of the pantlegs on the innermost side, before they slide up and back to cup his ass. His hands grip the muscles there, tugging Sebastian against him for ease of rutting. Loki isn't sure if it's Sebastian's testicles his cock is pressed against, or something further back, and now all he can think about is fucking the other man like this...

Loki blindly connects his lips to Sebastian's face -- his bottom lip, actually, and there's a moment of eager nipping of teeth and lapping of tongue before he breathes out against his companion's mouth, "For all of those times your body begged you to indulge its pleasure, I will make you beg me to fulfill that request."

Oh, Sebastian thinks he might like this game. Especially when he can feel Loki's skin beneath his fingers, his thumbs brushing against nipples and hands sliding over firm muscle.

Anything to try and get Loki to his breaking point. To get their clothes off and feel Loki in all the places that ache for contact, for friction, for heat and release.

Especially when he's waited so long for this. Dreamed about this moment. Laid awake at night and fantasized about giving in and touching Loki the way he craved, the way he ached to do. And now that he's here and Loki is being so amazingly cooperative he doesn't mind giving something back. If Loki wants him to beg, then he shall beg.

So he pushes up a little on his knee's and moves his hips on the way back down, rubbing against the firmness he can feel through the confines of his jeans. One hand sliding up the back of Loki's neck to bury desperate fingers in his dark hair as he whispers against Loki's lips, "Pleeease, Loki."

Edited 2012-08-12 03:41 (UTC)

Sebastian's desperation seems to become almost...calculated in response to Loki's remark, and surprisingly, it works. His hands relax and clench over Sebastian's beautifully shaped ass in mindless eagerness, enraptured by his companion's plea, breaths coming out in sharp inhale and rough exhales.

Yeah, Loki could get used to the begging thing.

Once that hot wave of arousal has properly settled into his lap, Loki's hands find the front of Sebastian's jeans, plucking the button open easily before ripping the zipper down. Despite never having had sex with a male before, it is more comfortable for him if only because of the similar anatomy. Feeling through Sebastian's underwear at his trapped hard-on is just as exciting as a wet clit against his fingers would be, if not moreso when he knows exactly what Sebastian is experiencing, and it's remarkably similar to what Loki himself is feeling in his own lap.

"Please...what?" Loki coaxes, trailing a fingertip along the bulge fighting its way against stubborn cloth. "What do you want of me?" There's no right or wrong answer, nothing Loki is expecting to hear. As he teases Sebastian through a thin layer of cotton, Loki wants to know what is at the forefront of his mind.

Edited 2012-08-12 23:39 (UTC)

the TRAPPED TOGETHER meme

Scenario 3; Genre 2 oh my goddd

Nope. No God here. Just Loki and Sebastian.

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