bakerstreet | Can we maybe get this back on the designated one-day-a-week thing?

Steve doesn't know how this happened, but God help him if he could refuse. He's been busy lately, with Avengers work, with trying to settle into the New World he's found himself in. Everything here happens so fast that he hardly has time to catch up, so he finds himself accepting Loki's company though he should know better.

In his mind, Loki's a crazy jerk asshole, but he's got a few things going for him: 1. Steve is still in the high of battle, 2. he has not properly gotten to adjust to his "new" body's voracious libido, 3. he doesn't readily back down from a challenge, 4. this whole redefinition of modern sexuality is so freeing and exhilarating, and 5. he won't admit it but Loki is pretty attractive.

Except for that whole murdering thing, that's really unattractive.

So he doesn't know how he talked himself into this, but he's here, practically growling into Loki's mouth and tugging at his lips with his teeth, holding their bodies tight against each other. "Got it, I won't call you in the morning," he replies, so earnestly he's not even sure if he's actually joking or not. His hands, ungloved now, slide up Loki's torso, underneath the fabric of his shirt, motioning to drag it off. "You're sure you wanna do this?"

Because, you know. It was a joke. This was a bad joke. This is really getting out of hand.

Loki was all too happy to oblige the demand of those hands. It was regretful that he couldn't slither out of his clothing while being pressed bodily against the Captain, so he freed himself, just long enough to drag off his silken undershirt, then once again he was there to meet Rogers' lips. It left his upper body clear of barriers too when he pressed his pale torso against the mortal's.

When they parted again, Loki grinned wide at the lack sincerity in Rogers' words. It was amazing how much less menacing the same twisted grin was when Loki performed it with kiss ravaged lips. "Are you having second thoughts, Captain? If you have doubts..."

Trailing off, the god smirked and licked the corner of his mouth like he savored the taste of the human there. His hands hadn't stopped moving though, and while he waited for a reply, nimble fingers found the hem of that tight blue body suit and slipped beneath to work it up over a solid six pack of abs.

"All you have to do..." He trailed the back of his hand up over the sturdy abdomen, "...is to tell me..." to slip beneath the suit and circle a nipple, "...to stop."

It isn't really fair, that Loki is getting to discover new things about Steve's body that he didn't know, like the fact that his nipples are apparently much more sensitive than they used to be. He circles an arm around Loki's waist and pulls him closer again, invading his space, commanding it.

He trails fevered kisses on Loki's jaw and neck, clearly not intending either of them to stop anytime soon, but still too embarrassed to voice that aloud. After all, this is definitely a new experience for him. Making out with an Asgardian, making out with a man. Considering his entire track record, he's not too experienced with any of the bases. He's barely come up to bat.

But he does shove, tries to get Loki up against a wall. He might not have a human mass but Steve could probably lift a car if he really tried. That's something he's looking forward to, since he's wary about the strength of his form but he won't be too concerned with manhandling a self-proclaimed God. Fingers digging into his waist, Steve holds Loki with a sort of engulfing, smothering possessiveness, wedging a leg between his, trying to cover his whole body.

Until Rogers told him specifically so, Loki had no intention of pausing, much less stopping what they were in the process of discovering. Which was that the Captain had a raging libido that surprised even the god, although it was much every bit a pleasant surprise.

Pinned against the wall, Loki tossed his head back against the hard backing and moaned with pleasure at how he was manhandled into place. "I would never have guessed it beneath that uptight personality of yours hid such passion," Loki purred as he spread his legs wide and humped himself with wanton shamelessness upon Rogers' thigh.

Leaning in, he attempted to rip out the back of the Captain's protective suit. Whatever it was defied his fingers though and after several attempts, he got frustrated and clawed at it until with one good grip he finally tore it away. This freed Rogers' neckline and allowed the god to kiss and suck along its hollow down to its crook as he pleased. Clearly, playing with a god-like being went both ways.

Steve's costume is tricky, even for him, and he helps Loki along by undoing all the various buckles, zips and clasps, letting his armor all fall unceremoniously to the floor and leaning back to remove his underarmor. His chest is bare and the color in his cheeks extends a little past his neck, a slightly flushed pink. His lips are a kiss-stained pink, his eyes blown.

"You never asked," he counters, swallowing hard as he registers Loki's purring.

He reaches for Loki's hands to pin to either side of him, hiking him up encouragingly on his thigh, and diving back in to nip and suck at the juncture of Loki's neck and shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark if only he were human. And he knows he would regret that-- leaving an impression. He will probably regret these memories, but a good portion of war is spent waiting and Steve's done his fair share of that. Even if they're enemies tomorrow, they aren't today, and here and now is what should presently count, lest another century pass Steve by.

Steve lifts Loki's body with his full weight instead of lowering his head, still holding his hands and clutching onto them as he peppers kisses on Loki's chest. It's almost sweet.

Pinned to the wall, Loki twisted with no real intention of getting free. Instead, he writhed on Rogers' leg like a wanton slut and arched his neck to let himself be marked as the human pleased. Light pink patches appeared across his pale skin in a trail left by Rogers' lips, testament to the soldier's ardor.

Already lifted off the floor far enough that his booted toes were unable to touch the ground, Loki instead placed his weight completely on Rogers, riding up on his thigh as his pants grew increasingly restricted in their confines. He didn't draw attention to that though as he was willingly to let the human continue surprising him with the heat of his desires... for now.

The god gasped when an especially hard nip to his hardening buds had him flinging his head back hard enough to thump against the wall. His eyes fluttered and his eyelids drooped, his breathing markedly quickened.

"I will recall to ask... next time." Then as if to draw attention back to this time, he moaned, "Is this your idea of punishing me, Captain, to hold me captive and torture me with kisses?"

"Is it working?" he asks, as if it could be possible. And hey, maybe it can be. He knows it won't happen, that they'll resume trying to kill each other in the morning, but maybe this is something they both need, a symbiotic sort of exchange that they can just forget about. Except that, apparently, there will be a next time. Steve doesn't know what he thinks about that, and isn't that funny? He's alright with a one-night stand for once in his life, but anything beyond that needs thought.

He focuses on coaxing more noises out of Loki instead, groping at his chest, at his sides, one hand down his too-tight pants and giving his ass a firm squeeze. Actually, those need to be taken off post-haste, and Steve sets about doing just that. He really doesn't like laces, and almost just about rips them right out of their eyelets, palming at Loki's cock clumsily before he frees it from its confines.

He hooks arms under Loki's thighs and shifts to slot himself full between them, kicking them apart obscenely wide and bites his lip as he grinds his hips upward. "Maybe I should try a little harder." It's a tactic that's always worked for him.

"Ughnn." At that point, Loki wouldn't have cared much if Rogers ripped his pants down their seams as long as it freed his aching manhood from their terribly tight confines. Leather was not the most stretchable of materials. He tried to rub himself into the heel of that palm, grinding against any friction he could find until he was pulled free from his leather prison.

Grinning insolently with lust turning his eyes jade, Loki reveled in his obscene position. "Harder might." Pressed between Rogers and the wall, he let his legs circle around to lock ankles behind the Captain's waist. The new position pushed him hard into his grinding and Loki's eyes fluttered again briefly.

"...but you still have a long way to go." His gaze refocusing, Loki put his newly freed hands around behind Rogers neck to clasp behind there as well. Let the soldier be trapped as he was.

"Take me to your bedroom. Maybe you will have better chance there." Besides, he needed Rogers to divest himself of his pants and there was no way he could do so out here with the god wrapped around him like that. Loki suppose he could always use magic, but it would spoil the fun.

Steve takes Loki in his hand and gives a few fierce tugs first, before he's commanded to take him elsewhere. He doesn't have an issue with that, backing up and basically dragging Loki by his waistband to his room. I'm going to go ahead and say that it's his room in Brooklyn, because it would be really awkward to be whipping Loki's cock out in the middle of Avengers Tower.

Very unceremoniously, he sits down on his bed, kicking off his boots, cock straining in his pants. His legs are spread apart as he beckons Loki closer, lips parted, unable to avert his stare. When he finally does, he meets Loki's eyes intently, dark, focused.

His hands are on Loki's hips, sliding his pants down as he tugs lightly at him, just a leisurely stroke. Then he looks up and leans in closer, stopping so close he's breathing on Loki's cock. He looks as if he's asking whether or not he should, in fact, proceed.

[ OOC: What, Steve doesn't want to add the thrill of being discovered by all the Avengers and killed by Thor to this? XD ]

Loki would've made the Captain carry him as he was, hanging to Rogers like an overlarge spider and erection free to wave the space between them. The mortal was certainly strong enough, but apparently lacked the imagination for Loki found himself released. So, suffering the indignity of being dragged by his pants, he followed the Avenger into his bedroom and took his time to peruse the place while the Captain undressed.

After making a show of looking at the sparsely kept room, Loki's gaze was drawn back to the man on the bed. Green eyes instantly dilated with stormy darkness when he saw how close and how willing Rogers appeared, perched there with that young looking face just inches from the god's twitching cock. Every breath the human took was a teasing warm flow over his sensitive head. Loki's lips parted and he licked them once, again, before they slowly widened into a softened version of his grin.

With his own hands placed on Rogers' shoulders, he kneaded them gently and brought one up to find purchase behind the human's neck. Slowly, in answer to that inquiring look, the god applied pressure to pull Rogers closer to his throbbing length.

[ OoC: I'm sure Thor would have a slightly more reasonable response... ]

The hairs on the back of Steve's neck prickle where Loki touches him, and one warm hand reaches out to grasp his cock and hold it still as he goes ahead and wraps his lips around the tip. He approaches with trepeditation since he's unsure whether or not this is what he wants to be doing, but he's never given a blowjob before.

In all honesty, he's never even received a blowjob before.

But he thinks he knows how this should go (how hard could it be, right?) and he starts off like a kiss, lips parting and flat of his tongue up against Loki's slit. With each suck, Steve tries to get a little bit more. Skinny Steve Rogers, who swallowed pills about as large as his head, learned to tamper down his gag reflex. Captain America, as it turns out, needs a little work, and he jerks back and turns his head away as soon as it happens. Well, that was kind of embarrassing.

Briefly, his eyes shoot up to let Loki know he won't tolerate him telling anyone about this, but especially about that, and returns to stroking him while almost apologetically kissing at his navel. ]

[ OOC: To Steve bedding his brother? Oh yes, Thor is the epitome of reasonable. ]

For a virgin, Rogers was doing an incredibly good job. The mortal's enthusiasm, how resolutely he assigned himself the task, taking the demi-god's large length carefully, one inch at a time, made up for the lack of finesse he approached the situation. It was rather pleasing, to see that innocence in his partners, and made Loki throb all the harder under Rogers' inexperienced mouth.

Admittedly, he found it adorable when the Captain nearly choked like that.

"This is your first time," the god reassured through hitched breathing, being affected well by the continuous stroking and light kisses still. He took to stroking the back of Rogers' shoulder the same way the mortal did with his cock, encouraging the man to try again, at least, to apply his sweet mouth where Loki wanted it most. "Lick at it first, do not be hasty to swallow what is beyond your ability yet."

Steve isn't so sure he wants to try again so soon, but he doesn't give up and surely it can't be that bad. He tries what Loki says, licking him up and down, pressing kisses to the head with his soft, soft lips.

He slips Loki into his mouth again, just the tip this time, tasting him on his tongue, sucking at him, holding him in a fist with his thumb pressed firmly on the underside. Steve tries a few different techniques out with his tongue and he's pretty sure even Loki wasn't expecting him to be so thorough trying to figure his way around giving head.

And then he backs up a bit, leaving a thin wet line of saliva connecting them, before he licks it off his lip. "Why don't you show me how to do this?" he requests.

Despite Rogers' amateurish efforts, between the time Loki had finished his instructions and Rogers pulled away, the mortal had done well enough to make the god go glassy eyed with need. Loki moaned at the loss of that wet warmth around his cock and although his it took him a few moments, eventually his sight refocused on the Captain's parted lips. Without hesitation, he propelled forward and enveloped Rogers with a kiss, one that lasted unbroken even as Loki attempted to wrestle Rogers onto the bed.

When they broke off, Loki hovered his grin above the mortal.

"First, you should have your quarry be comfortable." To emphasize this, if Rogers wasn't laid out on the bed before, Loki attempted to push him back flat onto it while he climbed up to put his hand over Rogers' straining manhood. He kneaded it gently through the costume's fabric, his grin widening when he felt the rhythmic throb of that large cock against his palm.

"You will need to draw out the morsel," Loki wrestled down the Captain's pants and watched with amusement as the trapped cock sprung up when released. He took hold of the newly freed shaft and gave it a firm, twisting stroke. "And hold it well in your grasp."

Steve follows his orders quickly and without question; if there's anything he doesn't want he wouldn't do it. He asked for Loki to lead; he'll gladly allow it, lying on the bed, back arching as Loki takes his cock. His body is overly responsive, sensitive, wanting. It was built to be human perfection, so of course it's fertile and lusting and sensitive.

He cards his fingers into Loki's hair and pulls him down for another kiss, hungry and willing. He's a fast learner; he needs Loki to speed up this lesson because he doesn't want to be patient anymore. Loki lives for thousands of years and Steve might break into the hundreds; he's close now; he's so ready to rush in.

"Has anyone told you you talk too much?" he asks into Loki's mouth, clearly a little frustrated. He nibbles Loki's lip, and then bites.

Loki laughed softly against the Captain's lips when released, his hand doing its job of massaging the aching cock and the hanging sacs beneath. He ate up the resulting moans, swallowing them in with a second kiss that trailed down to the mortal's chin and neck.

"Several people might have," he agreed between butterfly kisses that trailed along the Captain's collar bone and down to his chest. He could feel how frustrated the human was with him, and he enjoyed twisting this virgin hero around.

"Mortals are so impatient," he murmured as his kissing trail took him down to the Captain's naval and he finally hovered over the soldier's straining cock. Sending a sly look up at the captain, Loki breathed over the aching head without actually touching it with his mouth.

This must be some sort of test, because Steve already has his pants off and Loki is busy talking instead of doing other things with his mouth. His patience wears as thin as he used to be. He does give an irritated groan; two can play at that game.

"Mortals don't have a thousand years to wait to get blown off," he replies, hips shifting as if there was any chance that Loki somehow forgot that there was a cock standing at attention between Steve's legs.

He won't say it, but bruises don't last long on his skin and he wouldn't mind if Loki left love bites. It's not like anyone else would see anyway; Steve dresses rather modestly. He reaches down and grabs Loki's hair, groaning when he takes that deliberate exhale, because damn him.

Loki caught the waving length and gave it a long lick from base to tip, ending it at the head with a light kiss. "Yet you complain of a few minutes." He gave the head another light kiss and when Rogers started to complain, Loki took pity and took the cock head completely into his mouth.

The god sucked lightly just to gauge the Captain's reaction, then slowly began to take in more of the length. His tongue swathed along the underside as the shaft disappeared into him, stopping at halfway when the head bumped against the back of his throat. He savored the moans from the soldier, taking special notice of any sounds Rogers made so he may attempt to reproduce them again.

After several wet sucks, Loki breathed in briefly and began to take more of the captain. The cock pushed past his throat and he swallowed, taking past the length of his mouth until he swallowed Rogers up to his hilt.

Steve's body feels like it's burning from the inside out, hand pulling roughly at Loki's hair, biting back moans because even though he's alright with this whole situation, he's still the kind of guy to feel a little self-conscious about the whole thing.

And then Loki keeps going and Steve can't hold back a surprised gasp that turns into almost a whine, oh he really doesn't think he's going to be able to replicate that, and he's so so sorry but it feels like electric sparks coming off of him, being completely surrounded in wet heat.

He looks down, just to make sure Loki's alright. Damned silver-tongued he is, how absolutely dirty he feels staring down at him but too pleasured to give a damn.

(( Ack! I'm so sorry. I got busy and the notif for the post got buried in my email. I had forgotten I hadn't replied until now. Given that this thread was from a month ago, do you want me to reply and continue? ))

[ Haha it's ok... I'm thinking about letting Steve's account expire, he's almost up. Maybe if I get into the swing of playing him again? ]

[ Then let it go for now? Give me a poke when you're interested again? ]

Can we maybe get this back on the designated one-day-a-week thing?

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Whoops, I thought posted my comment! Good thing it saved when I restarted browser.

ps apologies for late replies!

Sorry, it's my turn to be late.

i think we'll both just be late

Late doesn't matter as long as it's ongoing.

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