bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

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?

Come morning, yes.

[ Some of the air feels cleared in ways it wasn’t before. He runs his hands down Billy’s sides and hooks hold under his thighs to lift him off the stool, the snacks can come along if Billy is fast enough. It’s back to the bedroom for cuddles as the tail-end of the night wears on. ]

Which toys have you used before?

( good thing he's used to being manhandled. loki lifts, and billy shifts his arm to wrap it around his shoulders, instead. the snacks go completely forgotten; he wasn't that hungry to begin with, but also: snacks are always good. )

None. I live with my parents, Loki. How am I supposed to get sex toys, in good conscious, without constantly worrying about someone finding them? Do you know how much private space I have at home? None. Zilch.

Really? Couldn’t you just use an illusion to make a vibrator look like a pen? [ Whoops, making himself laugh en-route to the bedroom. ] “Son, what are you doing so hard at work?” “I’m sure hard at ... something!!”

[ Cackling as he carries his quarry, the fur blankets ahead fold down of their own accord and Loki tosses Billy into bed only to follow him shortly after. ]

With great power, comes great responsibility. And that responsibility includes not abusing power to hide vibrators.

( but thanks for the idea anyway. billy bounces down against the mattress, raising his arms up when loki follows him down to wrap them around his waist, leaning up for another soft, lazy kiss. )

Never heard that saying before, what a crock. The only person pulling fun things out of your ass should be me!

[ He’s careful with his weight when it comes to happily rolling around in bed with Billy, cosying up with him in a nest of their own making. Each lovebite is pecked with a soft, reverent kiss. ]

What do you want to try out?

Uh huh. So says the God of Mischief. ( no one expects responsibility out of loki. billy, however, expects a lot out of himself.

legs entangling with loki's own, billy leans into the kisses, arches his back to press against him and squirms in tight. just having the physical contact is enough, really; his hands run over loki's sides, up his back, mapping out the shape of him. )

I haven't thought about it. ( no time like the present though, he supposes. ) What are you into?

[ His head finds Billy’s shoulder as they settle down and Loki hums at first, distracted by being petted. With an arm curled around Billy’s middle and his shower-pastry scent filling Loki’s head, it takes effort not to doze.

Trailing idle nails up and down a waist where Billy’s tshirt has ruched, Loki shrugs. ]

The list of what I don’t like is considerably shorter ... and this conversation’s turn makes me think we ought to discuss no-go zones. Limits and the sort. Safe-words, even.

That sounds serious. ( he murmurs soft, leaning over to press his face into loki's hair to breathe in the scent of him. cuddling is absolutely amazing; billy's pretty sure he could do just this all day and be pretty sated. )

I wouldn't know where to start, either. ( it's said into loki's hair, body curling even tighter around him. ) You'll have to be my Obi-Wan into the land of sex toys and kinks.

It’s more common-sense than anything, fear not.

[ It isn’t often Loki has to Be An Adult, Verity often adopts that role in domestic situations (mainly because it’s far too predictable for his tastes) but here with Billy snuggled in close it’s apparent that the godling is going to have to be the Frodo to Billy’s wide-eyed Sam on this epic sex quest. Which means opening up more than he would usually. That’s alright here with Billy, he decides. Nothing leaves this room, right? ]

Okay, so. I’d prefer no blindfolds or restraints beyond your hands, and especially no gags.

[ He didn’t even live the life of the Old Man who was tortured and mangled by Asgard but the echoes of those fears remain as something of a cautionary tale; anything that hinders Loki’s most powerful tool, his silvertongue that can get him out of many situations even his magic can’t, is out of the question. Silk scarves and ball-gags make him think of needles and thread, disturbingly enough, and to be tied down for any reason brings back echoes of screams when Sigyn failed to catch drips of serpent poison, the burning heat of being dumped in a pit of lava that kept his Jotun limbs weak, and buried alive in a tree so he couldn’t call for help.

It’s very annoying to have shades of fears without any direct experience but he would rather not stoke them, all the same. An absent kiss meets Billy’s neck. ]

I think that covers the broadest spectrum.

( nothing leaves this room. especially the bad lord of the rings jokes. those stay here. it also isn't often that billy expects loki to be the adult--considering loki hasn't been an adult for very long, at least physically, that goes without saying. he relaxes into loki's hold all the same, presses a soft kiss to the top of his head and curls a heel around one of loki's calves, pulling him in more. )

Yeah no, definitely no gags. ( being a young, all-powerful mage has it's pros and cons--pros being he's never quite defenseless, unless someone takes away his ability to speak or hear. while his abilities may be much more powerful than even billy can even imagine, he can't do anything with them if he can't hear them. ) Or earplugs? If that's a thing.

For me, I mean. ( fingers move up loki's back, tangling in his hair once more before sliding back down his back and to the hem of his shirt, to push it up enough for his hands to slide under it. ) No restraints, blindfolds, or gags. Got it.

( good thing he's not really into bdsm. ) Is there anything you really like?

No earplugs, gotcha.

[ Makes sense that neither of them enjoy being robbed of the ability to escape a situation. Not that Loki is currently planning to go anywhere let alone a sex shop if Billy keeps running his hands over him like that, disabling any desire to ever leave his arms. If only SHIELD had learned what Loki’s weakness was! Cute boys and warm cuddles. Agent Coulson would have saved so much money on that dumb Loki-proof containment pod he had built. ]

Um, kissing.

[ Rather tamely, he supposes. After spending his relative youth around particularly romantic teens who would smoooooch as often as they wanted, finally owning a body old enough to indulge in that has drastically turned around his distain for it. ]

I would say orgies but we don’t have enough people for that.

I'm not too sure how I feel about orgies, anyway. ( maybe one day, in the far off future. but now? one-on-one can be overwhelming enough as it is. he's a little too high up to press his lips to loki's like this--so he shifts his weight down, squirms until he can lean in and press another gentle, lazy kiss to loki's mouth with a low hum. )

But kissing's one of my favorites, too. ( it's said in between kisses, whispered against loki's lips before he leans in for another. if they're going to lay down and cuddle for forever--why not add kissing to it? he likes the feel of loki's lips against his own, likes the bittersweet taste of him. )

They’ll grow on you ...

[ Smiling into the kisses that dapple his mouth like rainfall after a drought, Loki sifts his fingers through Billy’s mostly-dry hair to keep him close. A caress slithers under Billy’s clothes, hem and waistband alike, roaming from shoulders to the curve of his ass for a lazy grope. A sigh melts into the kisses as he delves in deeper with a lick and spreads his legs, squirming to get comfortable with Billy in between. Much better. ]

Your costume is, ah, cute too.

( maybe they can just skip the whole sex shop thing and stay in bed, just like this. billy shudders in response to loki's touches, moans into his mouth when hands move over his ass and squirms his way in closer, presses tight into loki and raises a hand to his shoulder, pushing gently against him to try and get him over onto his back. )

I'll wear my costume if--( another kiss to the corner of loki's mouth, lips caressing at the other's own before he's nipping into his lower lip. ) If you let me wear your horns.

Hah! [ Giggles bubble when Billy presses the issue of those horns and Loki obeys the nudging to flop onto his back, the cushions bearing up his fall. His lips tingle with the phantom pressure of Billy’s teeth and he has to nibble them to stop the tickling sensation. ] You’re crazy for those things ...

[ The golden helm shimmers into a fist and he waves it around loosely, reaching for Billy with his free hand. Curiosity in his eyes. ]

You’re en par with asking for a cast of my dick to stroke, just so you know. Mildly personal, these things ...

( his own hands move to brace themselves against loki's chest, holding his upper half up while he moves his legs--knees pressing into the mattress on either side of loki's hips. it keeps most his weight off of the godling, at least, and gives him better reach of him.

billy doesn't reach for the horns when they're waved up above him, but does move a hand over his shoulder to brace his palm against the bed next to his head, leaning down to press another hard kiss to his lips. ) You're the one who wants to defile my superhero costume. Against a wall, right? Making the stars on my thighs shake.

( he laughs quietly, but unfortunately--the way he's laying on top of loki does nothing to hide how he's already half-hard again just from all the shit they've been saying. damnit. )

It's only fair. You get to ruin my costume for forever, I get to wear your horns.

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