bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

( if loki's fingers in his hair weren't enough to get him back on track, the head of his cock pressing against him definitely is. the slight crease between his own brows fades, shudder going through his spine as billy slowly moves down, weight pressed fully back onto his knees to help hold himself up as he takes loki in.

he's hot, and the feeling of himself stretching wider to accommodate loki is more than enough to distract him from the embarrassing conversation they'd been having. what. four seconds ago? instead, billy's attention focuses on the heat, on the strange, mildly uncomfortable yet pleasurable feeling of loki pushing deeper inside of him. their mouths are already so close together, billy barely has to try when he leans forward to press another messy kiss to loki's lips, giving a soft, shuddered hum against them. )

I've got it. ( it's said on an exhale, words barely audible. then, once more: ) I've got this.

You do, you do ...

[ With measured breaths painting Billy’s lips as Loki’s toes curl and he digs his heels into the furry duvet, he keeps his hips as still as possible when Billy starts taking him in. His hand cups under a thigh to help take his weight if needs be, supportive even through the red mist of sexual desire that forces him to screw shut his eyes. A soft moan ekes free, a little more blissful than he would like to admit because Billy is hotwettight and Loki’s cock throbs, caught in that lovely vice.

Kisses are as important as breathing, one or the other happening by degrees. ]

Do you n-need some more lube?

[ Never mind Loki’s mouth’s exploits and the conjured slick over his fingers, he isn’t above checking in with Billy’s wants and needs every other moment; he wants this to be better than finishing in each others hands, enough said. ]

Mm. ( it's not a yes or a no; there's no indication in his tone, either, but--billy's still moving. he shifts his hips up, pulls back and wraps his fingers around the base of loki's cock without completely pulling off of him. just slips back until only the head of his erection is left inside, before he's dropping his weight back down a little, slow.

what was it loki had said? "ride his cock as long as it took"? that's definitely what he's going to do. thrice, he'd said, and loki's already come once. he wonders how far he can test that, how many times he can push a god over the edge until he just can't anymore. the thought alone's enough to get him even more excited, cock throbbing between them even as it goes momentarily ignored.

billy has more important things to focus on right now, like loki inside of him, loki pushing in deeper, how great it feels, how much larger it is than his tongue or his fingers were. or maybe that's just his imagination getting the best of him. either way.

there's no vocal response; instead, billy leans forward, presses a hard kiss to loki's lips, shoves his tongue passed his teeth, tastes him. )

[ Billy may as well be the god for all that Loki worships him when seven inches of rigid Asgardian cock sink to the root in that sweet mortal ass, moans rising through the filthy clash of kisses that can’t get enough of one another. Loki’s concerns are momentarily laid to rest when Billy bottoms out and he plants his hands on slim hips to hold him in place while rotating his hips, not thrusting just yet; rocking inside him, letting the flex of those inexperienced muscles grow accustomed to having a thick length stretching him out. Slow and practiced. Careful.

Loki’s breathing roughens. ]

You are ... so perfect.

[ Earnest in his murmur, he circles his movements while watching Billy at close quarters to see which angle he prefers. ]

( at the very least, he doubts anyone would believe him if he went around bragging that he'd fucked a god. or maybe they would. depends on the crowd. billy whimpers soft into loki's mouth when there's nothing left for him to drop down onto, shifts his own hips to grind into him until hands settle on his waist, holding him.

loki's driving, now, so he lets him. billy's attention shifts instead to running hands up the god's taut chest, groping at muscle, counting down his ribs, pressing fingers into flesh to feel out the shape of him and god, how did he end up here, again? loki moves, and it drives him insane, moans passing freely through his lips when he shifts and moves and rubs up against particularly sensitive areas; it feels amazing, and fuck.

he's really glad his hands are away from his dick; billy wouldn't last long at all if he was stimulating both. he slumps forward a little when loki speaks, hides his overly flushed cheeks against his neck and latches teeth and lips into skin, biting and sucking marks into loki's flesh instead of trying to vocalize a response because he's sure loki doesn't want to hear how he's not perfect when he's fucking him. )

[ The groping caresses are so endearing, so predictably what he imagined in the past when it came to fantasies of Billy riding his dick in the dark of a spaceship in the ruins of a summoning spell. Reality is so much better. ]

Good boy, Billy, just like that ...

[ Teacher and student again, he can’t seem to escape it. Stretching out when Billy’s head droops, Loki bucks for the first time to see if he can’t startle some extra tension out of him, working Billy open inch-by-inch, gritting his teeth. He hisses, head tipping back when lips pass his tripping heart. ]

My sweet boy, so fucking pretty in all those stars ...

[ At some point that galactic suit is getting desecrated. ]

( praise kink definitely wasn't something billy had imagined having, in this moment, with loki but he's reacting to it. he whines as loki speaks, presses palms to loki's stomach and rests his weight against them as he raises his hips, starts fucking himself on loki's cock in a slow, easy pace. )

Don't--ah--fantasize about my suit you--( words are hard when he's busy moving, listening. my sweet boy, loki says, and it's enough to pull another loud moan out of him as he cants and grinds down, legs trembling not from exertion, but from pleasure. ) menace. ( he finishes, but the last word comes out a lot weaker than he'd meant it to. loki's pulse against his lips is good, so good, and billy's leaning into him harder, sucking hard right over it; he knows he can't bruise loki, not like loki can bruise him, but he sure is trying. )

[ Oh. Don’t think he doesn’t mark Billy down for some inappropriate praise-kink in the future, hopefully mid-battle when he can steal him away into a stray alley. For now, Loki basks in the sight of Billy fucking himself with real intent, naked and blushing and beautiful. He hooks his hands under the curve of that pert ass, helps spread rosy cheeks, and takes over the task of filling him time and again with stronger thrusts now, forcing him to take the burn of it that Billy seems to have fallen in love with.

Without anything to stifle his mouth, Loki goes on with a smooth rumble. ]

Which galaxy would I have to shred in order to fuck you while you were wearing that cute costume, Billy? I could run my hands underneath the fabric and stroke you off inside it, push you up against a wall with your cape to one side and open you up just like this, have you bouncing back for more as your gloves raked the brick ... You could mend it all later like a good boy.

I’d make the stars on your thighs shake.

Fuck. ( his voice shakes, mouth open against skin still as loki moves, as he talks and man does he regret leaving those lips unattended, because as much trouble as they get into when he's kissing them, when loki's marking him up--this is so much worse. he breaths harsh against wet skin, bites down a little harder to help stifle the moans and whines as billy moves in time with loki's thrusts.

never again will he be able to wear stars and not think about this. it's ruined. he'll need a whole new costume. no stars this time. maybe not even the cape. except it's a little hard to focus on the logistics of it when loki is still thrusting into him. billy's mouth moves down, teething along loki's collarbone, licking across the line of it as he tries to use his skin as a distraction to stop being so loud. it's not very effective. every time loki's cock rubs inside him just right, he gives a needy, loud moan, grinds down harder against him. )

You could--( sentences. he can do this. he can so form a complete sentence. if loki can, so can billy. he chokes out a laugh, before trying his absolute best to keep his tone even as he responds: ) Let me wear your horns.

[ He’s so completely and achingly hard that it won’t be long until he comes for a second time but, in the extended interim as Billy bounces on his lap like he was made to be fucked, Loki slides his touch up the dip of a sweaty spine to keep pressure there with the heel of his hand and angle the next few thrusts with real intent, following the loudest cries he elicits on each return.

His skin tingles pleasantly under gnawing teeth, shivers running through him so that a pink stain spreads across his cheeks at last. Heat has always been preferred to the usual chill he bears and there is no better way to banish the cold than snapping his hips faster. ]

Only when you’re all mine, not before.

[ When he has Billy drooling and unable to remember any name but his, then he may don those horns. Until then they stay on Loki’s head. ]

Billy, can you come just from this?

[ Purely from being fucked raw, not stroked. ]

( if loki keeps this up, it won't be long at all. he's achingly hard, precum spurting from his erection every few thrusts as loki presses just right inside of him. it's more than enough, billy realizes; he doesn't need more than this, he's so close, and loki pressing deep inside of him, moving his hips up, each thrust and each word out of his mouth drags him closer.

sometimes he really hates his teenage libido. )

I don't know--probably? ( he huffs, breaths in through his mouth and raises himself up as much as he can with loki's hand planted on his back--only to roughly drop back down onto his cock. a loud moan follows, goosebumps raising up along his back. ) Yes.

( still, he keeps moving; shifts his legs to press knees closer to loki's hips, arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold onto him tight as he rides out wave after wave of pleasure. )

[ A groan mingles with Billy’s obscene cries as Loki lets go of restraint to finally fuck Billy as hard as he needs, as they need, seeking out that one spot that gets his Good Boy shuddering and working him over without relent. He musses Billy’s hairline with his lips and shaky kisses, the wet slide of precome between their bellies making him spill his own inside the tight walls trying to milk him out, making the slap of their bodies even lewder. ]

Come on, Billy, there’s my good boy who fucks himself on my cock so well, better than any other, [ breathy praise drips from a silvertongue like mercury, hoping to poison Billy’s orgasm so he associates the compliments even more with getting off, investing in the newfound kink, ] you can come now, sweetheart, it’s okay, you can come just for me and make a lovely mess, my sweet dirty boy ...

( but he doesn't want to, not yet; they've still got time, he doesn't want this to be over. he's only just started. with loki moving inside of him like this, thrusting so hard, pushing into him and pressing inside just right to have billy seeing stars. he can't hold on any longer, can't wait, not with that, not with the honeysweet words spilling from loki's mouth on top of all the rest of it. )

I can't-- ( he wants to start to argue, but it's far too late; loki presses in once more, calls him his sweet dirty boy and damnit, he really doesn't know why it's that which sets him off, but it is. billy shudders hard, pants loki's name, mouths it against his skin as he spills over that edge, spills all over both their stomachs as he presses hard against loki and tries to hold onto himself.

it's far too late; billy kaplan is gone. left in his place is the boneless, sweaty, panting, shaking, and still horrendously turned on thing he used to call his body. )

[ No sensation can compare to Billy coming around him, twitching and squirming in ways that almost wring Loki’s dick right off, so desperate to get the most out of his orgasm. Loki fucks him straight through it with thrusts so deep his pelvis grinds against the curve of that ass, giving him a much better memory than Teddy ever did. ]

So good, Billy, you’re so good to me ...

[ With armfuls of one very boneless Kaplan, he rolls them on the plush bed so that Billy can recline as he pleases and Loki can keep driving into him with a needy moan, dragging a thigh over his hip to ensure he wrecks Billy’s oversensitive body too with the right angle all over again. No rest for the wicked or the avenging kind.

This time it’s Loki’s lips that drag over Billy’s collarbone. ]

I’m close, sweetheart, I’m ...

( it takes one, two, three moments for billy's brain to kickstart itself back into functioning condition--only for it to get absolutely wrecked again as loki rolls them over, positions his legs, and thrusts deep into him still. he just came, every nerve-ending is still burning. for a moment, he forgets how to breathe. billy takes a deep breath in, breathes out once more, moans, another deep breath in and he's calling out to him, lokilokiloki--

he can't think straight, can't function, and fuck, if he hadn't just come, he'd be so close to it again already. he's clenched tight around loki still, hands dropping off of his neck to twist into the fur blanket below him, gripping as if it's the only thing keeping him anchored. toes stay curled in, even as he works hard to still keep his hips moving in pace with loki's own. it doesn't work out too well, but look, he's trying, and that's what counts. )

[ Whines coalesce into static grunts the more Billy moves with him, the knowledge that he still wants this giving Loki the final push he needs to come when buried to the hilt, grinding hard as a shout leaves him against Billy’s shoulder and he pours into him without pause for thought. Loki stiffens from head to toe, rigid as his spurting cock, and the tension only morphs into relief when he sags over him, once more moving. Slower, gentle as his own seed drips out around his erection, trying to be mindful of his fragile lover but unwilling to entirely pull out. ]

Billy, Billy ...

[ An apology lives somewhere in his reedy whine, nuzzling a neck. Having a godly sense of stamina isn’t the most useful trait when bedding a mortal, persistently as hot and ready to go as he would be with an Asgardian of equal strength. With Billy, Loki can only slow down as much as possible. ]

Oh God--

( note to self: do not fuck gods. he feels the moment loki comes inside of him, the way his muscles go taut, the spill of his seed inside of his ass and fuck if that doesn't make his stomach turn, excites him even more--but loki's still hard inside of him. still moves inside of him, even if he's grinding in more gentle than before.

hands scramble down against the bed, move across the furs trying to find purchase somewhere, before he's giving up and moving them up, digging fingertips into loki's thighs to hold onto him as he keeps moving. it's getting--mildly uncomfortable, the stretch of loki inside of him, muscles aching as he moves still, but it's still the good kind of unpleasant.

a deep breath in, and billy gives a choked laugh, weight shifting to rest on the heel of the leg he still has down on the bed to help angle his hips a bit better. ) Next time--don't tell me to come if you're not finished yet.

[ He laughs with a breathy whine threaded through, planting his elbows either side of Billy’s head. ]

Can’t h-help it ...

[ He does however manage to gather some semblance of sense and eases free of Billy’s well-worn body to drop onto the bed beside him with more effort than it would ordinarily take, lashes half-lidded and a rosy flush all down his throat and chest. Licking his parched lips, he tries to even out every exhale and reaches down to grasp at his erection to relieve some of the need for friction.

Using Billy mindlessly isn’t what Loki wants to do, even if his body is warring with his mind more than usual. He cares for him too much to reduce tonight to mere mechanics. ]

Gimme a m-minute.

[ To stroke himself off or will away his hardness, he hasn’t yet decided. ]

( he wishes he did have a little more energy, honestly; loki's still hard and wanting, and billy's--pretty much done. his body aches, but it's the good kind of ache. muscles sore in places he didn't even know he could get sore and he's really going to pay later for letting loki bite and nip at his skin, isn't he; there's already a dull ache painting across his shoulders. jesus.

still. billy got more than he'd bargained for, and it's only fair he returns the same, right? he wants to make loki feel good, not leave him hard and hurting. he purses his lips, shifts his weight and raises his arms to roll his way on top of loki, pushing him down onto his back. )

I've got it. ( if loki will let him, he'll slide his way down his body, pressing hands to skin and using that to help push until he's settled down between his legs. )

[ Ever so gentle fingers thread through Billy’s mussed hair when he repositions himself. Loki peers down at him with a chagrined smile, petting floppy locks with an uncharacteristically unsteady hand. ]

You’re being too good to me.

( billy's own lips twist up in to a lopsided grin as he moves his arms, gets himself as comfortable as he can be when. between someone's legs before his fingers are moving to wrap around the base of loki's cock.

he's definitely not thinking about the cum going down his thigh, thank you. )

I'm just returning the favor. ( he strokes him once from base to tip, feeling out the shape of loki, touching him--and once his hand starts to move back down, billy's leaning down, too, mouth opening over the head of loki's cock, tip of his tongue pressing into the slit before it's licking down the base as he moves to take him passed his lips. )

[ Soft moans permeate the air as Loki, fixated on the sight of Billy giving him head (surreal), undulates beneath the hot suction of that sweet mouth. He wants to be able to feel these incredible sensations in his twitching dick and kiss him but settles for the former, at least for a while. He can’t wait to taste himself on those pretty pink pornstar lips; and they are, whether Teddy has noticed it or not, Billy is ridiculously cute with a cock in his mouth. Precome slips free as Loki groans, gently kneading his fistful of chocolate-y hair. It’s not as if he needs to be sucked on to get harder, that would be impossible when fully erect, it’s just lasciviously delightful.

He won’t last long and yet, for a moment, he curses in a thick Asgardian accent and brushes green magic through Billy’s hair as he pets him, loving the way the verdant shimmer ripples over Billy’s shoulders and down his naked body. ]

( there's something extremely--bizarre about hearing loki moan for him while he works his mouth over his cock. billy isn't that great at it; lack of experience coupled with his own exhaustion, but loki's still responding to him. he shudders hard when he feels the wisps of loki's magic moving over him, shifts his weight back and keeps his hand working at the base of loki's erection as he pulls his mouth off, licks just under the crown and lets his own magic encase his fingers once more--the ones wrapped firmly around loki's cock.

billy looks up as his tongue dips into the slight once more, as he lets that same wispy, blue magic encase his tongue as he licks down him once more, taking loki as deep into his mouth as he can without downright choking with that same magic pulsing around him. )

[ Any hold he has on his breathing rapidly deteriorates when Billy supplants experience for innovation, all the writhing and helpless whining coming right back as Loki squirms under first a palm then a tongue that shivers with blue magic. As he rolls his shoulders and gasps it’s his last ditch attempt to warn Billy of how close he is, silvertongue turned to lead, the perfect scene engraved into the backs of his eyelids whenever Loki has to screw his eyes shut. ]

Little ... trickster!

[ The surprised praise warms his voice as every muscle down the line of his chest and navel tenses, thighs doing the same as Loki, unable to any longer tell where Billy is, comes harder than before and fills the bedroom with a shriek. ]

( things he had not expected to hear out of loki's mouth: that. the gasps, cries, the way loki moves beneath him is all absolutely amazing, but to be called a trickster by the trickster god?

loki cries out and billy does his best to sink lower over his cock, takes him into his mouth as far as he can and swallows around him as he comes, lips pressed in tight to keep him from spilling out of his mouth. getting him to cry out like that--definitely wasn't anticipated, but it does wonders for his confidence. billy has loki under him, muscles tense and coming into his mouth.

billy waits until he's finished, waits until there's nothing left before he lets his mouth pull off loki, tongue licking over swollen and chapped lips. )

I'm--going to take that as a compliment.

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