bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

[ It feels like his bones are shaking when Billy draws near and kisses him, white noise in Loki’s ears so all he can sense are the soft lips ghosting over his own, rabbit-like and subtle in their affection as they tempt him to give chase. So, he does. His answer is in the kiss that parts the last, licking his way into the hot cavern of Billy’s mouth with a hunger he no longer banks, sealing it with a low, satisfied noise somewhere in his throat as he plays up to his title of Silvertongue by coaxing Billy’s out.

A sliver of his green eyes peeks at the mage, checking he isn’t perturbed by suddenly having an enthusiastic godling necking him on his bed, although Loki rather suspects that if that were the case he would find himself promptly teleported to the top of a pyramid without warning. ]

( heart pounding hard in his chest and all billy can think of is loki. the way his mouth feels against his own, the taste of his tongue, the sound he makes as he licks his way into his mouth and damn the way his own body responds to it, to him.

billy is used to kissing; soft press of lips against lips, sometimes a little more, but kissing loki is a whole new ballgame. he returns that sound with a hungry moan of his own, tangles his tongue with loki's and shifts carefully on the bed, moving his weight onto the leg pressed close to loki's own as he uses one last bit of courage to try and climb onto loki's lap without breaking the kiss.

if loki was expecting anything other than pure lust written on billy's face--he won't find it. there's the pink tinge to his cheeks, brows furrowed and eyes shut as he focuses all his senses in on loki. the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he smells. )

[ For whatever reason Teddy and Billy have quarrelled, Loki is glad of it. These days he tries to be a better person when it comes to, well, genocidal tendencies and murder, the standards of multiversal sanity are hard-worn into his way of thinking these days, but ... he isn’t nice. Loki isn’t generous or thoughtful to everyone and neither does he blanket the world in trust. That, especially, is a gift given to few and received from even less.

Yet he doesn’t hesitate for a second when it comes to taking the best possible care of Billy, lavishing him in attention.

BillyBillyBilly. Is Loki murmuring it into the hot mouth glued to his own or is his heart singing for joy now that he finally has the mage in his lap? Literally. A squirming Wiccan is something he thought of often after leaving the Young Avengers, at long last owning a body that could be more honest about his intentions; to drag his fingers through that adorably floppy fringe, to paw at slender hips that couldn’t have looked any better even speckled in galaxies, to fall back on Billy’s bed and pull him down as he bucks up, grinding the ache in a growing erection into the crease of a thigh. Now he can and does, letting it be known that this has been long craved.

Loki tries to be good these days, it’s true, and were he truly able to step out of the greyscale he might caution Billy that he’s just lonely without Teddy, but he doesn’t. He wants him, wants to be the one licking spirals down Billy’s pale pretty throat and rutting with him like actual teenagers incapable of voicing anything without their bodies, thin layers of cotton doing nothing to hide the length of his hardening cock.

Billy can blame him later if he regrets this, Loki supposes, because it’s okay to still be a little bit bad if this is his reward.

It’s worth it. ]

( he is just lonely without teddy. this--isn't about loki, the chances of this ever becoming about the god of mischief himself are close to nil; it's always been teddy, for him. it always will be. the empty hole in his chest, the longing there, it's not waiting for loki to fill it. in a small crevice of his mind, billy is well-aware of that.

loki had called him beautiful, but billy knows better. he's being horrendously selfish, but he has full intentions to indulge in that selfishness. this was only meant to be a kiss, wasn't it? but it'd become so much more. a god's body pressed against his own, chest-to-chest, lungs running on empty because he keeps forgetting to try and breathe with loki's tongue down his throat.

confidence is something he's always struggled with; feeling loki's erection press against his thigh sure is helping that. it's only a kiss, but he's grinding up against him, touching him, saying his name into his mouth and billy can't help the way he reacts--half-hard in his pants and grinding right back down against his hip, hands splaying across loki's chest and groping at skin, counting the bones of his ribcage, moving lower to slide under him and grip onto his ass.

teenage hormones are absolutely awful--and damnit, he really hopes he doesn't come from just dry humping and kissing loki. that'd be embarrassing. it feels good, and he's reacting to it as badly as he had the fist time he'd gone this far: moaning and grinding helplessly down against him, dragging his tongue against loki's to taste him, hands pulling at his ass, pulling him up to get just that much more friction. )

[ Loki would worry if Billy and Teddy broke up, perhaps even attempt to stick them back together somehow, but there is no harm or qualm he takes away from being a bookmark in the great saga of their romance. Any responsibility that bleeds from that sort of relationship is vaguely terrifying, too constant for a god of chaotic change. No, tonight alone will do nicely.

Maybe tomorrow he will send Billy some rare merch from Asgardia.

For now he slides a questing palm under Billy’s top to map him out in turn with the light touches of a thief getting to know his quarry, how to open Billy up with a stray caress here and a pinch there, memorising the erogenous zones he finds in passing. Loki rolls them on the narrow single bed (which he deserves an award for when they don’t roll off, he thinks) to part Billy’s legs with a hand roaming up his thigh and sinks in between with shallow thrusts to keep Billy writhing, pelvis kneading him into the bed with a slow, experienced rhythm. The godling basks in his own arousal and breaks the kiss to suck on Billy’s pulse in his neck, poured over him like cool cream on a hot little cake, and Billy is certainly sweet enough for the comparison. ]

( later, he'll blame the hormones. the overly skilled way loki uses his tongue, the touch of his fingers over his skin. he commits every touch to memory, every time loki's hands touch, pinch, grope at a particularly sensitive spot. billy isn't subtle about how much he's enjoying it, either; he gives soft, pleased noises into loki's mouth, gasps and shudders against him and moves to try and get more out of him.

there's no resistance when he's rolled over; billy reaches his hands up once more, moves them over loki's spine, traces his fingers up it until he's got his hands back in his hair, tangling in dark locks. this--this slow rhythm, this is much better. it does nothing to quell the tight heat in his stomach, but unlike how billy had been going at it--rutting just to rut--it's not shoving him at high speeds towards that edge.

loki's mouth leaves his own, and billy's tilting his head back to give him better access to his neck, taking in a few deep breaths to try to steady himself, get his voice back, before he tries to speak: )

Loki, Loki-- ah, shit-- ( another moan, before he's shifting, raising the leg that loki's hand isn't on to wrap it around his hips, trying to drag him down for more. )

[ The thought fleetingly passes that, despite how hashtag-destined-to-be the pair obviously are, Billy is wasted on Teddy. Perhaps it’s just the possessiveness of the moment as Loki glories in the way Billy twists around him and how Loki’s name sounds when panted from those pretty pink lips, but he can’t quite picture Teddy worshipping Billy for hours on end with his body, with training toys to keep him open and squirming on a vibrator while being sucked off despite wearing a cock-ring. Harmless scenarios like that. Loki’s hunger to pleasure Billy, the first person to stir any sort of attraction in the godling, is at the root the very same that prompted him to learn twenty different styles of cooking when he first discovered the varied dishes in Midgardian cuisine or had him staring at the paintings in a museum for days because he was so invested in divining the emotions of the artists behind the brushstrokes that the mortals couldn’t see. He wants and wants and wants, and this too shall fade in time, but for now ... ]

It wouldn’t count, you know. If I took you back to my place and had you there.

[ The imagery alone will likely be enough for Billy, he suspects, although he wants to see his reaction up close. Nuzzling away from the new lovebite on Billy’s neck to pluck sweet, damp kisses from him, he wears an expression all mischief and gleaming lust, purring to match the suggestive canting of his hips that never ceases. ]

I’d have you back in this bed by dawn, aching and worn-out, but safely home. Didn’t you love Asgard devoutly, once upon a time, Billy? Imitate us? I could love you too, tonight. [ Loki’s long fingers slip past the waistband of Billy’s sweatpants to cup the rigidly hot erection beneath and stroke, too greedy not to steal more kisses whether Billy is aware of them or not. His voice lowers to a rumble. ] My sweet student, I could give you the real thing.

( silvertongue, he's called, and billy's quickly learning all the other ways that title suits loki. he doesn't need to go into details; billy's imagination is more than enough to provide them for him. especially with loki pressed over him like this, hips rolling into his own, mouth pressed to his neck, his lips, the tone he speaks with, the expression on his face and it's all too much, he's not going to last long at all, like this. he does picture it, though: loki's apartment--whatever it looks like, background details don't matter--his room, billy pressed against the mattress, touching, kissing, tasting loki, every inch of him. he imagines all the sounds he'd try to get out of loki, what he'd do to shut that mouth of his, what he'd use to shut it. )

I-- ( he starts a response, but loki's hand is really distracting. fingers wrap around his erection and billy is jerking his hips up into it, groaning loudly against loki's lips. he returns the kiss, wet and sloppy but he's doing his best with what bit of his brain is still getting blood--considering most of it's pumping elsewhere.

luckily, it's not the fanboying part that would be entirely ready go to into a long spiel about how much he's still into all things asgard-related and start rambling off about it to loki. he almost does start up, but loki keeps talking, keeps using his tongue.

billy's hands grip tight into loki's hair, the lick of blue magic encasing them as he holds onto him tight but there's no--spell behind it, no intent. he pulls loki's face in, shoves his tongue past his lips and pulls back to bite into his lip, corners of his own upturned into a small grin of his own. ) Thought you were all out of magic juice.

( another rough kiss, before he's pulling back to look loki in the eyes, pupils blown wide in lust and jesus, it's hard to concentrate like this, hard to form words, but; ) I want it.

[ Every time he plies Billy with a compliment (adorable, beautiful, sweet) he of course means the lovely look of him, but moreover it’s Billy’s temperament and sharpness of mind that keeps Loki on a hook coming back for more. The anchoring weight of something arcane and heavy lodges in his gut as blue light flickers on the periphery of his vision and he gives himself over to the rougher kisses gladly, not against rescinding some of his godly strength to be manhandled in turn; an amorous Billy evidently knows what he wants. He admits it, to Loki’s relief. ]

Ah, this isn’t magic ... it’s all me.

[ Silvertongue was first given as a backhanded insult. It works to his favour when the stakes are highest, however, never more so when Billy is stiff in his pumping fist and he seems entirely given over to the idea of being Loki’s. Still, he furthers the suggestions to double-check before teleporting them anywhere. He doesn’t want to be the Bad Guy in this. ]

Since you like my mouth so much, I’d love the chance to pry your ass open with my tongue and eat you out as you held your knees up for me. Then would come my fingers, rubbing your insides until you cried for more, and finally I’d watch you learn to ride my cock for as long as it took. I can go thrice. You could make me come and still bounce on my lap to your own happy distraction until you were raw.

[ Chuckling, he looks down at Billy and traces circles over the slit in the thick spongy crown contained within his fist, wanting him over-sensitised yet unable to come. Not yet. Not when Loki can’t help shivering too with Billy’s hands roaming his naked skin. It almost has him cooing. ]

I’d fuck you so well, you’d not walk for three days. My priority, filling up you.

( if loki thought his words were going to get him anything but compliance, he's sorely mistaken. the heat behind them only fuels billy on even more, has him squirming and arching and writhing under loki, trying to get something more. it's hard to calm himself down to think rationally when he's two steps away from orgasm just from listening to someone speak. as if he needed the mental images loki's providing.

fingers detangle from loki's hair, slide back down his neck and grip hard onto his shoulders with those blue tendrils of magic still encasing them, an extra grip on loki, just in case he needed it. billy cranes his neck down a little, nips and sucks along loki's jawline with a quiet, needy whimper. he wants to come, wants it so badly, and here loki is just holding onto him like this. it's driving him absolutely insane.

still, he's careful with his words when he speaks again: he's wanting, wants this more than almost (teddy) anything else he could possibly think of at the moment, and billy is well aware of how much his own wants and needs can effect those around him. )

If you don't shut up, I'm going to come just listening to you. ( it's breathed out harshly, a sharp intake of breath following after so he can speak. since when was speaking so hard? ) I want it. I want you. ( fingers dig into loki's flesh as he speaks, holding onto him like a lifeline. ) I want your tongue inside me, Loki. I want you to fuck me until I can't think anymore, 'til I can't speak anymore. ( he can't believe he's saying this; it must be loki's bad influence. but he takes in another deep breath, drags his fingers down loki's back. when he speaks again, it's a little more subdued, a bit more unsure. ) I want to fuck you, too.

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[ It would be a nice boost to his ego if Billy did happen to come just from listening to a little dirty talk, Loki wouldn’t mind reminding him of that for months to come. But Billy is handsy, impatient by contrast, and Loki only meets his eyes again when a certain confession ekes free of those swollen pink lips.

He grins widely once his surprise fades, devious in the darkest corners of his smile. ]

I’d like that.

[ It may even be easier the first time around, Loki undoubtedly has more experience being taken than the beetroot mage trapped beneath him.

Calculating the best way to forge ahead, he nods thoughtfully and slides his hands to a downy chest, sitting up to straddle his waist and sink his pyjama-clad ass down over the hard ridge straining the starship Enterprise, wriggling to provide friction moreso than getting comfy. ]

Close your eyes, I’m taking you home with me tonight.

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( loki taking his time to get up, to get them there--gives billy that extra four seconds of time to think. run his mind over exactly what the hell they're doing with their time. with loki's visit. loki kind of started this--but billy has done nothing but encouraging it since the start.

and he's not going to stop yet, either. loki's ass moves against him and billy can't help the whimper that passes his lips, the shudder that goes through his spine before he's shifting his weight onto his heels and bucking his hips up into the touch, trying to get more, more of it. his eyes close as loki tells him to--but billy takes the time to lick at his lips, opens his mouth to speak: )

Just--so we're on the same page. . ( a breath in, and billy cants his hips up again. the pressure of loki against him still feels absolutely amazing. ) This is a tonight thing, right? I'm not going wake up tomorrow and think about how shitty of a life choice this was or anything but-- ( this probably won't happen again. he's pretty sure loki had the same trail of thought; still, communication is mildly important. ) And I really want your tongue in me. Just saying.

[ If he didn’t already know he wasn’t going to be Billy’s Mister Forever (if it wasn’t so egregiously obvious to anyone with a working pair of eyes, that is) and that Teddy will eventually reclaim his lover (to be, perhaps), Loki might have felt offended. But as much as being the God of Lies is a trippy power he isn’t in the habit of lying to himself. ]

We’ll still be friends in the morning, if that’s what you want to hear.

[ No illusions could cloak the truth of this liaison, nor would Loki hope to use any. He rocks back and forth on Billy’s hips, almost idle on the way he keeps him stimulated. ]

You can open your eyes now.

[ Loki’s bedroom is ... relatively normal, soft lilacs and browns to match the lounge in the other room with only stray oddities making the place remarkable; unicorn and bear furs strewn across the bed (now underneath Billy), woven shrouds behind glass frames hung on the wall like ornate Norse scarves from a museum, lush velvet curtains ending up in heaps on the floor. There are also normal amenities like a phone charger, a washbasket, and swords leaning against a wall. The latter are normal for Loki, anyway, and he isn’t as tidy as he would like. The glow of two soft lamps at either bedside table bathes Billy in a golden light, warm as gentle hearths so that clothing needn’t be a necessity in Loki’s bedroom. ]

Good. ( he breaths a sigh of relief; billy isn't sure if he could call what they have had recently friendship, considering not only how their last encounter ended, but also loki's obvious avoidance of him, but. if loki says they'll still be friends in the morning, that's more than enough for him. billy opens his eyes, takes a good look around the room and if it wasn't for his dick and loki's ass grinding down against him he may have let himself be distracted by everything else in the room.

as it is, he's hard, wanting, and loki's perched so nicely over him; it'd be impossible to keep his attention anywhere else. hands slide up loki's sides, fingers splaying over his ribcage before he's moving to drag him back down, trying to steal another kiss even as his hips cant up into him. any uncertainty he'd had before is gone; he's not in his parents' apartment, his brothers aren't within hearing distance of any loud noises, he and loki both want it.

there's nothing wrong with giving into hormones every once in a while, is there? )

[ Nothing is or could be wrong if Billy wants it, his Yes is Loki’s landmark to live by for the immediate future.

The kiss is lazy and full of longing, patience a virtue that Loki has in spades if it means he gets to play with Billy all night long. No rush! Plenty of time to trace a sticky line down Billy’s throat with his lips and brush up his tshirt to expose a heaving belly, loud wet smacks affectionately peppering the road his mouth takes to a navel. There, he glances up with his cheek resting on Billy’s hot skin and hooks his fingertips in a waistband, toying with it. ]

How many times have you let someone eat you out? Just curious.

[ Loki will keep going if his questions are answered. ~~As if they don’t both know who that “someone” is.~~ ]

( he'd almost feel bad about just laying here and taking it, except fuck it's nice to watch loki move down his body like that, feel his lips over his chest, his ribcage, his stomach. billy keeps his eyes locked onto the trickster as he works his way down, flush spreading over his cheeks at the question. )

No one has. ( his partner was soft, sweet, sensual, kind, caring, attentive. billy definitely didn't deserve him in the least, still doesn't. but that's about two steps further than they've ever gotten. he isn't against it at all; still, someone eating him out hadn't been on his mind until loki brought it up like that.

now all that's going through his mind is the sight of loki a little lower, how it'd feel to have his tongue press inside of him; billy's no innocent, but he imagines a tongue's different than. anything else he's experimented with. his hips roll up into loki once more, one leg bending up until the heel of his foot's pressed to the back of his thigh and gives a low, satisfied hum. )

You'd be the first, Loki. ( as if that wasn't obvious already. )

[ His laugh is soft and throaty as he slips out from under a heel and peels down those useless sweatpants to expose Billy’s erection to the warm room, his breath cooler by degrees where he huffs over the taut organ. ]

I do like being first.

[ Stripping off those pants, he wraps Billy’s bare ankles in his fists and guides him to bend his knees up, to spread himself shamelessly as Loki commits the sight to memory. Billy is beautiful, Loki regrets ever meaning it less when he tries to be above appearances; he licks his lips, skimming his palms over so much endless skin, dizzy with permission.

He glances up with a flicker of lashes, arousal burning through his every fibre so that he has to stay very still. ]

Ask me again to do it.

Mhh. ( it's strange, being exposed like this. having his legs spread, knees bent, loki between his legs and looking up to him. it's embarrassing, and more than enough to fluster him; that pink tinge to his cheeks grows darker, but billy still lets his legs be moved. holds them where loki puts them, rests his weight on his toes to keep them up and

takes a deep breath. another one. the heat in his stomach's growing hotter once more now that they're this far and loki wants--what? billy to dirty talk to him? right, okay. he can do this.

billy moves his hands up, threads fingers back into loki's hair and grips onto him loosely. ) I want you to eat me out. ( another sharp breath, steadying. ) I want you to stick your tongue inside of me and make me scream your name, Loki. I want to feel you stretching me out--your heat inside me, 'til my legs tremble and my knees shake and I can't hold myself up anymore--Loki, please.

[ He’s going to go on a spree of sleeping around with pretty brunettes after tonight and it’s all Billy’s fault. Rude.

Speaking of ... ]

A ‘please’ was all you needed to say, but thanks.

[ Before Billy can bitch him out (Loki did get shivers listening), he runs a hand up his neglected cock to hold it down on his navel and ducks to lick his way down a taut sac, mouthing insistently as he goes until sloppier lashes of tongue travel perineum to a pink hole that begs for his belated attention. There, he draws a breath.

Loki seals his lips to Billy’s hot skin and sucks, the lewd kiss a precursor to the blunt pressure of his tongue as it squirms to claim an inch, no more, and work him over the worst of the initial sensitivity. ]

( lips part to bitch him out, eyebrows furrowed and a hint of irritation in his eyes but all of that disappears the moment loki's mouth touches him, tongue against sensitive skin and tracing over his balls--it gets those lips to close fast, pressing together as he moans and shifts his hips, moves to try and get something more but--loki's already there.

precum spurts from the tip of his erection, dripping down the length of him as he nearly shouts in pleasure, fingers gripping tight onto loki's hair but not pulling; he needs something to hold onto, something to ground him, and the hand in loki's hair isn't quite enough, no--so he slides his other hand away from loki's head, grips tight onto the furs beneath him and does his damned best to keep his hips still.

it may be his fault if loki gets stuck on a brunette binge, but it's going to be loki's fault if billy gets stuck on this. ) Loki, you--

[ His laughter vibrates into Billy’s body without relent, pleased and greedy to coax out more of that same desperation that has his fist growing slicker around Billy with the man’s own precome. Loki strokes him as a reward, trying to regulate the way Billy moves so that he can slowly start to fuck him in shallow thrusts, every other flicker turning stiff enough go press deeper ...

His tongue certainly is longer when buried out of sight, if Billy cares or even can notice. “Make me scream your name”, Billy said. “Till my legs tremble and my knees shake”. Any directions that come from the fist in his hair will be heeded but Loki doesn’t pause, after some initial teasing, in shoving past tension and flexing muscles, letting Billy really feel the way an almost prehensile limb stretches him open. ]

--you menace. ( it's different. different than he even anticipated and loki's pressing deeper, tongue--no, no, that's not natural. his chest heaves with the effort it takes him just to remember that breathing is a thing he should be doing; air should be going into his lungs at normal intervals, not sucked in every several moments after realizing there isn't any air in them.

this is it: the end of billy kaplan. death by a god's tongue in his ass. they've only just started and he already feels on edge. he shifts one of his legs, no longer able to simply hold his hips up like this and--hesitantly moves it over loki's shoulder, uses that to keep his lower half tilted up and help stop the sporadic movement of his hips. it gives loki more control, yes, but he doesn't care.

billy huffs a laugh--but it's quickly interrupted by another loud gasp, a moan, goosebumps spreading across his skin. ) You're cheating, Loki--fuck. ( it's definitely not a complaint. )

[ Another rumble of agreement and the rake of black nails down the underside of Billy’s thigh is Loki’s reply, leaning in further to fold him up a little and let him see the obscene glide of a shape-shifted tongue as inches extra press back against clenching walls to dip in further, over and over. He clutches at Billy’s leg over his shoulder so he can’t close them and the mage has to (happily, thank the gods) suffer through being loosened up, a witness to his own debauchery.

The roots of Loki’s hair begin to sting with Billy’s grip so a golden helm materialises, affording him something steadier to hang onto. And direct Loki with, for that matter. ]

( because sometimes you just have to take life by the horns.

his thigh presses tight against loki, muscles clenching as tight as they can to hold onto him as he does watch. hell. it's one thing to be eaten out, it's another thing entirely to watch loki laufeyson shapeshift his tongue inside of him. billy bites down onto his lower lip to try and stifle out the noises, but it doesn't do anything useful.

really, he just gets even louder. he closes his eyes to avoid watching, but that really just heightens his sense of touch. the hand in loki's hair does loosen, threading through strands for just a moment before he does grab onto the helm itself. he doesn't pull or tug; just holds onto him, tries to keep himself steady. )

Loki, Loki, Loki--mhh, what the hell, Loki--shit-- ( billy can't decide whether to bitch at him for cheating or be pleased he thought of it. )

[ Far more agile than anything else, he uses his tongue to rub insistently at a small bump that he recognises from memory (Sigurd and his kink for orgasm denial, classic sign of dating Lorelei), wanting to bring Billy to the brink and jerk his pretty cock right through it. He’s young, he’ll recover. Loki will help him with that. With his fist twisting around a sticky erection from root to tip and his mouth occupied, once he finds that sweet spot it’s unlikely he will stop to let Billy collect himself, even for a moment. ]

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