bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

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.

[ Billy isn’t the only one sporting a semi but Loki is far more preoccupied with snickering and tapping him on the forehead with a horn after that ardent kiss (which makes him moan into it, apparently just that easy when it comes to having a hot Kaplan on his lap). His brows may be the waggliest in all the realms when shaking starry thighs are mentioned. ]

I’m ninety-percent sure that’s not how deals are made. [ Feigning a sigh, Loki nods his consent. ] Fine, I suppose they’ll look lovely around your rosy cheeks. Stay still.

[ If Billy is obedient then Loki will place the horns on his forehead, no band or clips or anything Midgardian to hold them in place, nothing save for Loki’s inherent ancestral magic. They are notably light, the guards framing Billy’s cheekbones comfortably. ]

( victory is his. he was mildly anticipating more of a fight, more of a debate. loki's horns are. well. his horns. he stays still when he's told, lets loki put them on because why would he struggle, honestly. billy tilts his head up once they're on, eyes looking up to them and smile on his lips for a moment before he stops,

realizes exactly the mistake he's made here. ) I'm really regretting forgetting my phone now. ( still, a deal is a deal. he sits himself up, sits down on loki's lower stomach and moves his nearly-dry fringe out of the way of the horns before he's murmuring softly, but still plenty audibly: iwanttowearmycostumeiwanttowearmycostume. there's that flicker of light blue magic encasing him for just a moment, just long enough to replace the clothing he was wearing with the whole stars on his thighs costume loki's so fond of, long red cape included.

here he was, speaking of the importance of using power responsibly, but. the horns were worth it. even if they really don't match the red, grey, and galaxy print over his sides and covering his arms. )

See? Totally fair.

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[ There’s something relaxing about hearing Billy enchant his words and even lovelier seeing his will manifest in real-time. Loki’s hands immediately pat their way up those Starry Thighs™ and grope under the drapery of that cumbersome cloak to settle on a pert ass, kneading absently as he drinks in the little scene. There’s a faint scent of ozone on the air, fresh magic, that makes him lick his lips even before he can imagine kissing Billy stupid in that get-up. ]

Fairer if you fuck me in it.

[ Billy’s fault if Loki’s mouth is suddenly dry. ]

( and it's entirely loki's fault that billy's is. he swallows hard, hard-on more than obvious through the skintight fabric of his costume. hips cant back into loki's hands, moaning softly before he can stop himself and--yes.

yes, this is good. )

You do know that this is a one piece, right? There's no--opening. ( to demonstrate, he grabs onto the fabric over his stomach, pulls on it't here's no break between hips and stomach, nothing open to allow his cock out enough to fuck loki in it. ) Not that I'm against the idea. ( loki's horns are pretty empowering. )

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[ Indescribably smooth fabric cleaves to Billy’s ass as Loki drags him over his burgeoning erection, cotton slacks nudging behind the curve of a sac with every slow grind. A wicked grin flashes over his lips and he frees up a hand to trace a line down the navel of that suit, his black nail razoring a thin opening. ]

Oh, isn’t there?

[ It’s a simple matter to reach in and slide Billy’s erection into his hand, stroking him slowly with the tip rubbing against Loki’s wrist, guiding that hardness obscenely out of an otherwise pristine, heroic costume. ]

( loki grinds up against him, presses tight into billy, and if that isn't horrendously distracting enough as it is, the wicked grin spreading across his lips definitely is. billy shifts back, presses against loki's cock and grinds down against him, giving soft, pleased sounds when his erection rubs against him just right--up until he realizes loki's just ripped through his suit.

really, it's not a problem. he can replace it. he probably won't, because every time he puts one of these back on, he's going to think about this--loki's hand on his ass, fingers pulling his cock out of his suit and stroking him. definitely not thoughts he should be having when fighting off alien invasions. )

See? I told you that you'd--ruin it for forever. ( not that he looks particularly bothered by it. rather the opposite, really. billy shifts his weight forward, lays back down on top of loki and presses his legs between the other's own as he leans in for another rough kiss, careful to angle his head to keep the horns from hitting loki in the head. )

[ Billy does his best to keep the horns from butting Loki in the eye and Loki angles his head at a better angle to assist with that, because having another reality-warper in his bed isn’t anywhere as scary as Billy Kaplan toting sharp objects on his forehead when distracted by his dick. So, Loki helps without making it obvious, spoiling him with a lazy gliding squeeze from root to tip along Billy’s cock that grows slick without a single word needed; spells without words were always what Loki wanted to help Billy work toward, now is as good a time as any to showcase one. Even if it is a simple lube-summon. ]

What would you do if you were called to duty right now? [ His other hand runs up a galactic waist, shredding lines that allow his cool palm to sneak underneath the tight fabric, running up and down. A third tear is made right over the curve of a rump, squeezing his ass through the ruined fabric.

Loki nibbles at Billy’s lips, smirking. ] Would you run out there just like this?

I thought you liked my costume. ( he’s fairly certain enjoying something doesn’t usually lead to shredding it into pieces—but what does he know. god, especially with loki’s hand on his dick like this; it’s really hard to think straight with fingers wrapped around him, stroking him and—they’d just finished, right? took a quick catnap and had a snack, sure, but—fuck. his hips roll down into loki’s, putting his weight behind it as he grinds down into that hand. his thighs are still a little sore, ache burning through his skin, but determination helps offset that.

billy moves his lips down, nips at loki’s chin, across his jaw—whimpers against skin as he ruts against him. loki goes three times, and in no possible reality is billy going to be able to keep fucking him through that. he’ll—have to get him off first, but his hand’s really distracting. ) I’d—mh—I’d make you go. You’re a shapeshifter, you’ll—figure it out.

[ He could spend tonight and all of tomorrow just stroking and sucking Billy off and it would be a holiday well-spent (haha). It’s a treat to see how Billy reacts to different touches, whether it’s a firm thumb rubbing the vein underneath his cock right there or circling the sticky slit, fisting that sensitive spongy crown; there’s always a new way to paw at him and Loki’s mind wanders often enough that he finds himself doing it almost absently until more noises are wrung from his lover.

He laughs, tipping his head back to watch a cute blush stealing over Billy’s cheeks. ]

But I can’t shapeshift into something I’m not. Even an illusion would be seen through as soon as someone tried to zap your image.

[ A kiss plants on those lovely lips, licking them open before he laughs again. ]

Is that something you’re into, Billy? Shapeshifting? [ Barely able to contain his glee as he teases him, he nuzzles a cheek. ] You do seem to like my fur blankets ...

I’m so not a furry. ( still doesn’t stop him from laughing at the thought—even if it get choked off into a low moan as loki’s fingers touch him. he's making this really hard to work with, but billy suspects that’s the whole point. he presses another deep kiss to loki’s mouth, keeps it short—and leans in close to his ear as hips grind down into hips, pressing hard against him. )

I’m not going to last long enough to fuck you if you keep touching me like this, Loki. ( it’s said soft, a moan following after before billy’s shifting to run his teeth along the shell of loki’s ear. ) I want to, but you’re distracting me.

( whether or not that’s a complaint, however—billy’s not quite certain yet. ) You have uh—lotion, right? Lube? ( some people can’t just magically conjure it onto their fingertips. he grinds down against him once more, teeth digging into his lower lip. ) I want you.

[ During their shopping trip tomorrow he will have to find a butt-plug with a fluffy tail on it and convince Billy he may have a thing for that, it would certainly pass the time and be worth the fluster caused. He releases the hardness in his fist to run both hands around Billy’s hips, fabric smeared in lube and precome as Loki rocks his own erection into the seam of a thigh, back and forth in greedy agreement. ]

Nightstand, first drawer. Pick whichever.

[ Ignoring Verity’s spare lacy panties she keeps on there, if Billy can help it; it’s not Loki’s fault his BFF has started infesting his home in small ways (he kind of likes it). In the meantime, he kicks at Billy’s cape in a bid to wrap his legs around him. ]

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