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

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

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

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ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

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[I don't own the meme, of course, but can we try to make this work again?]

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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? ]

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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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