bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

( 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.

[ He vaguely registers that Billy is swallowing around him, although it first seems like that may be Loki’s overactive imagination. It’s only when he cracks open his eyes, panting hard and fast like a racehorse after the last lap, that he notices the way Billy licks his lips. It’s awfully dry on Loki’s midriff where he would otherwise have spilled.

A weak groan is all he can summon for an answer where he lies prone in the furs of his own bed, at last growing soft between his legs. He wants to sleep, quiet foxy gurgles in the back of his throat whenever he tries and fails to string a sentence together.

Billy Kaplan: Your Own Personal Ragnarok. It should blare in neon lights above the witch’s head. ]

( there is something horrendously satisfying about having shut up loki. he's tired, aching all over, throat sore, and heartbeat still racing despite how absolutely exhausted he is but billy's here, laying between loki's legs and listening to his garbled attempts at words.

there's a slight pink tinge to his face as he gives a low, strangled laugh, shifts his weight over to roll onto his side even if his head's still at waist-level with the young god. he's much too exhausted to try and climb up, and his legs hanging off the bed doesn't bother him.

vaguely, he recalls challenging loki's thrice, but--he's done. there's absolutely no way he's going to be able to handle trying for another round, and loki can't even string words together. so he supposes, that's good enough. )

[ His touch finds Billy’s hair at his side before Loki dozes into a twenty-minute nap, all but putty as his oversensitive body, a rare experience, recovers from being spoiled with so much sexual relief in so short a time. It’s when he stirs with a yawn and sits up, every movement languid and lazy, that he smiles down at Billy and ghosts a kiss over his temple. ]

Are you asleep?

( he was asleep.

loki moving around him, leaning down and pressing his lips to his skin is more than enough to get billy to wake up enough to respond. he moves a hand up, threads fingers through tussled black strands and grips onto him with a soft hum, eyes still closed. his voice is slightly more husky than usual when he opens his mouth and speaks, lips curled up into a soft smile. )

Yes, I'm absolutely, one hundred percent asleep right now.

Sassy and tricky, who would have known?

[ Hushing him with a chaste kiss through a bout of fond chuckles, Loki nudges Billy’s side. ]

Does Sleeping Beauty dream of snacks?

Hey, there were zero tricks involved.

( he returns the kiss easily enough, shifts to sit himself up with a low hiss, fingers scrambling to find purchase on the fur beneath him and pull part of it over his waist. )

I definitely wasn't dreaming about snacks, but I wouldn't be opposed to them.

[ One vice sated, Loki hungers to greedily satisfy another as his stomach grumbles, but when Billy hisses his priorities shift, as does Loki’s attention to the bruises scattered over milky skin. ]

I’ll whip something up then. Billy, are you alright?

[ Aftercare for others is not really in his repertoire when Loki is often the one in pain and solely takes care of himself. Billy, however, is someone he actively worries about and seeks to please (not only with his dick for the duration of its interest, incredibly). ]

I have pain-killers and other mortal medicines in my cabinet, if you’ve need of them. Or a hot shower? I don’t have a bath ... maybe I should get one.

I'm fine. ( he's quick to brush it off, at least; yes, he's sore, but it's nothing he can't handle. the bruises all over his shoulders and neck are a bit more pressing. there's no way he'll be able to hide those, and billy's fairly certain there isn't a good way to explain the patches slowly making themselves more evident along his flesh. thanks, loki.

billy slides down the bed enough to plant his feet onto the ground, moves his weight onto his heels and tries to stand himself up, but he's more than a little unsteady on his exhausted thighs. )

You should invest in a bath. ( but since there isn't one-- ) Point me to the shower?

I don’t have time for baths, I’m a busy fella.

[ He takes Billy’s hand to lead him through the apartment, unwilling not to touch him in some way. The rest of Loki’s Manhattan home is similar to the bedroom, brick walls draped in Asgardian tapestries and modern amenities speckled throughout, warm lilacs and browns woven through the decor, thick rugs underfoot. There may be a poster of Thor here and here.

Clicking on the light in the bathroom (well-stocked with fancy products that likely don’t make an appearance at a family home where teenage boys outnumber the adults who want to pamper themselves), he waves him in. ]

Use whatever you want. I’ll be in the kitchen.

[ He will likely have pants on by then, too. ]

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( later, he'll think about how weird it is to be walking through loki's house without any clothes on, hand-in-hand as they make their way to the restroom. billy probably should have grabbed onto his clothes, first.

eyes travel across the flat as they walk through it, trusting loki not to lead him into a wall as he keeps his attention--elsewhere. the thor posters. the asgardian tapestries that billy is definitely thinking about asking loki for. )

You just dedicated--what, six hours of your night to me? ( midnight to dawn, right? it's not dawn, not yet, they still have time. but that's what loki had said. ) Not that I can say anything. I don't have time for them usually, either. ( between school, superhero activities, friends--and the whole sharing an apartment with his two younger brothers and parents. there's not even enough hot water to bother trying for a bath.

billy's in and out quick enough--rinsing himself off, using the closest bottles clearly labeled with shampoo and conditioner, because trying to sort his way through loki's fancy stuff sounds like a lot more effort, and a lot more standing.

he uses his magic to conjure his own pair of pants and a loose t-shirt; as much as he appreciates loki's soft, fluffy towels, clothes are probably better. and once he's dressed, hair still wet but it's fine, it'll dry eventually, he makes his way into the kitchen. leans in against the countertop and rests his weight against it. )

I didn't know you could cook.

[ Having freshened up with a quick spell, not his favourite choice of cleansing but it suffices in a pinch when a cute boy is occupying his shower, Loki gets to work smothering the insides of croissants in chocolate sauce and baking those in the oven, slicing fresh strawberries, apples, and tossing them onto a plate with some grapes. He doubts Billy will want a beer so he pours him some juice. It takes under fifteen minutes to have the apartment smelling like a pastry shop and Loki is checking his phone by the time his guest strolls in (in new clothes, huh), himself dressed in slacks and a worn comicbook tee that reads DOOM MADE ME DO IT.

His smile is reflexive when Billy returns, sliding the plates over the breakfast bar. One croissant has been picked at already, the invitation is there. ]

I learned after striking out on my own. The first dishes I mastered were sushi, but it’s more dessert-hours right now.

You can stay for breakfast tomorrow, if you like.

[ Just throwing that out there. Casually. ]

( being a reality warper comes in handy. especially when the clothes he did have on are definitely too--dirty to put back on. even if he did have access to them. when loki had said snacks he was expecting--something other than this. chips. maybe some tea. not an entire breakfast bar full of fruits and baked goods.

not that he's complaining. loki slides the plates over, and billy reaches in for one of the strawberries, popping it into his mouth as he listens to loki. staying until morning is--a little risky, he realizes. someone will notice he's missing. but at the same time, billy really could use some time to not have to worry about all of that. home life. teddy. his friends. he loves them all dearly, yes, but it's so much more difficult to deal with one's problems rather than just avoid them. )

I'll stay. ( staying with an overly attentive loki for a little while sounds like a great idea. ) Can I borrow your phone? I left mine on it's charger.

Um, sure ... hang on.

[ Is it shifty he fusses with his phone for a second (vanishing a couple of apps and notes that he’s sure any pseudo-hero off duty wouldn’t want to stumble on and have ruin their evening), such as a text conversation about breaking into a bank with Lorelei over the coming weekend that doesn’t need advertising? Oh, well. Moving around the bar he slides the child-proofed phone to Billy and plants a kiss on his cheek, leaning back to finish munching his croissant. ]

Do you have school?

( if it had been any other day, billy would have said something about it. not that he likes people going through his stuff, either; no one needs to see the rather extensive collection of fanfiction he has on his reader app. since it's not any other day, since he's already been worn down by loki, he'll just ignore the amount of time loki takes to clear stuff off of his phone.

billy takes it in hand, doesn't snoop through anything, because he's sure he'd find something he definitely doesn't want to see, and sends off a quick text to his mother's number.

Forgot my phone, sorry! Studying for my midterm with a friend, I'll be back after class tomorrow.

a lie, obviously, but it'll probably be enough to keep her from panicking over her suddenly missing son and his more than messed up bed he'd left behind.

maybe she won't even notice that he didn't bring any of his school supplies with him. billy slides the phone back over to loki, grabs onto one of the croissants and starts nibbling at it. )

Missing a day won't kill me. ( he doesn't skip class. so this once can't hurt. ) You've already ruined any chance of me being able to sit through another long boring lecture with Mr. Rossi.

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[ He absolutely reads the message Billy sent because, Hello, it’s his phone, and the sweetness of the lie has him smiling by the time Billy starts sounding like Fonzi. ]

If anyone asks it is not my influence that caused you to misbehave and play hooky, I take no responsibility for your poor life choices in the educational sphere.

However, since you’re determined to be naughty ... [ Slouching on the counter, he arches a brow at Billy while nibbling on a bit of pastry. ] Would you like to be my date for the day? We can do whatever you want.

If anyone asks, I'm saying you tried to use my magic as a homing beacon but instead I got sucked into the tentacle-infested dimension along with you and we spent all day trying to fight them off. ( that's about four steps too deep into the lie for billy, but whatever. the playful lilt to his tone's more than enough to tell loki he's not being entirely serious.

he leans into loki, weight resting against him as he reaches for another fruit and pops it into his mouth. ) Lord of the Rings marathon? ( that'd burn a whole nine and a half hours. if they didn't pause it for breaks. which--why would they need to. ) Unless you have a better idea.

[ Billy’s idea of lying is to backflip off the proverbial cliff and hope he drags someone else’s belief down with him, but at least he knows he’s terrible at it. Loki snakes an arm around Billy’s shoulders and musses his damp hair with kisses. The rule seems to be that if Loki can touch him, he absolutely will and the result will be much the same as a cat starved for attention.

Keeping his face straight, he hums thoughtfully. ]

I was thinking more along the lines of us hitting up a sex-shop for toys that tickle your fancy and letting you use them on me, but Tolkien sounds fun too. Also, pizza either way.

( loki's touch isn't unwanted; he wraps an arm around billy, and billy's moving his own to wrap it loosely around loki's waist, holding him in close and taking a moment to just. breathe him in. never at any point in his life did he think he would end up here, like this.

if he's honest with himself, he's rather enjoying it. he flushes as loki speaks, does his best to hide it by shoving his face directly into his chest with a soft laugh. )

I didn't realize you wanted to have a kink date. I don't know how far my legs are going to carry me, but. . ( he pauses, nips at loki's skin through his shirt. ) Give me a little bit, and I'll be up for it.

[ With Billy in his embrace it’s a self-indulgent thing to brush through those drying locks, keeping him close. Wiggling a little when nipped, yikes. ]

It’s only one day that I have you. Do you really think I want to watch Gandalf when I could be gazing into your pretty eyes? Should I hold close my hopes that Gondor will prevail or hold you? There’s no contest.

[ Nuzzling a soft crown, he tucks Billy’s bangs behind an ear repeatedly for the pure pleasure of getting to touch him, much warmer along his front where the mage is pressed. In his kitchen where croissants are toasting the air and the scene is a million miles away from the old spaceship they shared years before, Loki feels something give in his chest.

A rare apology blurts out. ]

I’m sorry for what I did to you. I never really ... wanted to follow through on those old schemes, I was an idiot. Let me make what amends I can, Billy, I want to.

( the physical affection, billy really appreciates. it's nice, to be touched. to be able to touch someone in return. it's something he hasn't had since his fight with teddy started; loki's touches are all soft and warm, a bit of a contradiction to what he would have anticipated, from him.

talking about dates and pizza and gondor is all nice; it's light-hearted, something he doesn't have to think too deeply into, but there goes loki's mouth, and the soft expression on billy's face. his lips purse, before he's turning his attention to focus it back on the croissant in hand. )

Everyone makes mistakes, Loki. ( billy's made quite a few himself. loki may have been part of what caused. . well. everything, but billy's the one who searched for teddy's mother. billy's the one who tried to play with the rules of the universe, as if they didn't apply to him. and maybe they don't. but that doesn't mean he should be taking advantage of it. ) I'm. . not going to lie and say I'm over it. Because I'm not. You used me. But. . I can understand where you were coming from. Kind of.

I forgive you. I don't trust you, not like I did, but you can earn that trust back. And you could have me around for much more than just today, you know. This isn't a "tomorrow we have to pretend we never saw each other" kind of situation.

[ It’s the answer he expects and deserves, and yet he can’t help insisting, ]

I hope you do trust me, someday.

[ He wants that trust back so badly from everyone, even though he knows he’s being unrealistic. Isn’t optimism better than despair? Verity is his backbone in moral matters when his own wavers too far in the wrong direction but he likes to think he’s much better than he was; he isn’t a child-murdering body-thief anymore and he certainly loathes preying on Billy’s powers and insecurities.

Knuckles drift under Billy’s chin as Loki dips down for a tender kiss that seeks to showcase how much he cares. Sincerity never rides well in his tone when he speaks the truth, and still. ]

You mean a great deal to me, Billy Kaplan.

( the kiss is sweet, the lingering taste of the croissant still on loki's lips and billy leans into it, returns it with a soft hum. he'd feel bad for getting this kind of reaction out of loki--but the truth's better than a sugar-coated lie. and billy isn't great at lies, either. )

I trusted you enough to let you teleport me into your bed and have your wicked way with me, didn't I? ( he's more than capable of leaving whenever he wants, yes. billy never truly gives anyone absolute control over him, but letting loki fuck him like that is a start. ) And I'm eating food you've cooked and trusting you not to poison me.

I'd say we're off to a good start.

[ Any residual tension seeps away when Billy makes him laugh. ]

My pride would never let me deviate from the recipe! I am an excellent cook, thank you very much. Arsenic tastes horrendous, as does cyanide.

[ Poisoning people is more Amora’s style when she gets bored of them, anyway. ]

I’m way more of a chocolate guy.

From my very limited view of your cooking skills, I'd have to agree.

( these are good croissants. his fingers grip into loki's shirt as he leans back in order to take another bite out of the one he has in hand, quickly finishing it off. once that's done, he's reaching in for another strawberry. )

So, sex shops and pizza?

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