bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

[ 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. ]

( the suit is ruined, and he’s not taking it back home like this. no one needs to find that. billy presses his thigh in, grinds it against loki’s erection with a relieved sigh. no more hands means he can actually stop and use his head—not that this needs much thinking. it’s much more about doing. he leans over loki, rests his chests against the other’s own as he uses both hands to scramble for the drawer, rummaging around inside of it without actually looking when his hand presses against lace.

billy’s nose scrunches up as he pulls that out of the drawer, holding them up high enough for loki to see. ) I don’t think these are your color. Or size. ( but they’re mildly unimportant at the moment, thank you. billy lets them drop to the floor, and instead grabs onto the first tube he manages to get his fingers around. )

Those are Verity’s, a friend of mine. I’ll let her know Wiccan fondled them.

[ The best part is her lie-detection ability won’t go off if he phrases it a certain way and she’ll be huffy about it for real. Hilarious conversation over dinner the next time she’s around. Snickering to himself, Loki takes advantage of Billy’s distraction to run his hands ip his chest and rip the costume nearly in half, pushing it and the cape off his shoulders. It’s very pretty, of course, but it certainly covers a lot of skin and Loki wastes no time in leaning up to fasten his lips around a rosy nipple, eager to see Billy’s reaction to that particular stimuli again. ]

I’m fairly positive anyone who knows who Wiccan is knows I’m ga—ah! ( billy drops the bottle with a startled cry—but at least by the time he’s dropped it, it’s already positioned over the bed enough that he doesn’t lose it. the upper half is destroyed. so there’s no reason to keep trying to keep it on, is there? billy raises a hand, takes the fabric over his index finger between his teeth and pulls his arm down to try and get it out of the sleeve.

it’s clumsy, but with hard work and determination, he’ll eventually get his arm loose. that’s what matters, right? he speaks around the fabric still, moves his leg up to grind it firm into loki’s cock. ) You sure you weren't just into—ripping it? God, Loki.

[ It’s difficult to laugh while having your cock kneaded by a firm leg but Loki somehow manages it between breathy gasps, nipping his way up Billy’s chest and tugging on the costume like a cat with a ball of yarn. See? He’s helping Billy undress expediently! It’s also a lot of fun to tear him out of that tight fabric, yes. ]

I want you naked when you’re inside me, wanna feel all of you. That means no capes!

[ If granted any wiggle room, his own tee and slacks will be tugged off too. ]

You're the one who said you wanted me to fuck you while I was wearing it! ( sometimes he doesn't quite understand loki. but that's cool, his costume is already ruined anyway. there's no going back now. he pulls out of one sleeve, shifts his weight up onto his knees to slide fabric down his hips--giving loki plenty of space to push off his own clothing.

reluctantly, he reaches up for the helm, wraps fingers around the horns to pull it off. ) I don't want to stab you mid-blowjob, so. .

[ Reaching over for the horns he slides them back on his own head, since Billy seems to have a fondness for just having them around. ]

I wouldn’t have let you wear them near my crotch anyway, no offense.

[ Loki rolls onto his stomach, legs spreading shamelessly as he hugs a pillow and settles down with a cosy wriggle. He peeps over a shoulder, coy and flirtatious with a smirk in tow. ]

Stop playing in your onesie, Billy.

[ Never mind it’s Loki’s fault he put it on in the first place. ]

( he huffs under his breath, but--billy was mostly out of the costume, anyway. it's just a bit more shimmying to get it down over his knees and off completely. ) I'd let you wear them near my crotch.

( loki is also a lot more used to having pointy things coming out of his head. he rolls over and billy shifts to get himself comfortable between bent knees, spreading loki's cheeks as he. contemplates what exactly to do from here.

it doesn't take him long at all; billy leans in, mimics what he'd felt loki do earlier and presses his tongue against loki's pert hole. maybe he doesn't have a shape-shifting tongue, but he can do his best. )

[ Loki squeaks, tensing up at the first touch of Billy’s tongue, and laughter pours out over his folded arms to shake his shoulders. It can’t be helped! Because ... ]

I’m ticklish. Fingers first, please?

[ Otherwise he may be too squirmy altogether. ]

Yeah, sure. ( he'll find something else to do with his mouth, that's fine. billy moves to trail kisses over loki's hips, across his lower back as a hand reaches back for the bottle of lube and uncaps it, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before he's moving to gently, slowly press the tip of his index finger into him.

keeping his mouth busy helps. having loki's hands places he can't touch billy helps; his hands, his mouth, they're all a bit too--distracting. but he'll settle for one of those things being put out of commission. he'll get to the other later. )

[ Loki somehow manages not to stay still for a second, hips writhing and the line of his back constantly in motion as the play of musculature echoes up across his shoulders. There are one or two silver, mended scars here and there, smooth and years old, but the majority of his skin is creamy-pale with a blush that Billy’s lips bring to the surface.

He hums at the first breach, pushing down on Billy’s hesitant digit of his own accord after settling at the right angle. ]

Ahhh ... Talk to me? Your voice is ... It’s good.

[ Reassuring. ]

( right. he can multitask. billy presses his finger in, hums soft against loki's hip as starts a slow, gentle pace of in and back out, doing his best to keep it moving at the same angle loki had adjusted his hips for.

it's slow, he's definitely taking his time, but--they have time, right? a whole day now, instead of just a few more hours. ) I know I said I wasn't a virgin, but this is definitely new territory for me. ( it's murmured low as he curls his index finger in--do asgardians even have prostates? he guesses he'll find out. ) You look amazing. I--I love the way your skin feels, the way it tastes.

[ Billy’s voice is a balm that keeps Loki’s tension levels low, coupled with an unexpectedly crooked finger that turns his sighs into moans and ruins that sedate calm altogether. The dichotomy is delicious, a hiss on Loki’s lips when he digs his knees into the bed for leverage and tries to grind back for more, shivering in phantom bouts of pleasure that he can’t hold onto by himself for long.

Asgardians most definitely have prostates, science can update its books. ]

More, I can handle it. Please.

[ His cock hangs heavy between his legs, unable to rut against the blankets when trying to ride Billy’s slim fingers. Sigurd and Fandral’s were larger, of course, pushing him down with their natural strength, so that Billy feels like a tease by comparison. ]

( idly, he wonders about how much loki has to hold himself down for this; loki isn't much larger than him stature-wise, but billy's more than aware of how much stronger he is, how much heavier. he's pretty sure loki could crush him without even trying to, if he wasn't careful enough. more is understood easy enough, though.

billy takes a moment to sit up, lean over loki's back and press his chest to the other's back, using that to hold himself up as he moves a hand under loki, fingers wrapping around his erection to give it a few quick strokes as he pushes in an additional digit. )

How do you want me to do it, Loki? ( he speaks softly against his shoulderblade, ruts against his ass. )

[ He arches into the warmth of Billy’s chest, shoulders rolling as a wave rocks his body up into the pressure on offer. A hoarse sigh parts his lips as he is taken in-hand and opened up further, tipping his head back to nudge a golden cheekguard against Billy’s jaw and kiss him there. Distracted, growing more wanton the longer he basks in Billy’s loving embrace.

Flexing, he tightens his grip on those two fingers and rocks back with intent, the weighty heat of Billy’s cock sliding snugly between Loki’s cheeks. ]

Just like this ... the first time.

[ Since it won’t be the last. ]

( he's trying to be gentle, patient. billy knows how this works on the other side, now; has done plenty of internet searches on how to fuck someone, watched and read enough to know about what he's doing but it doesn't stop the muscles in his stomach from clenching tight with nerves.

but loki responds--amazingly. moves back against him, tightens muscle around his fingers and it takes all he has not to shove into him right then, to feel that hot, tight ring of muscles around his cock. loki has already taken the time to make sure billy was coated well in lube, so--what's stopping him, really?

digits scissor inside of him as his fingers squeeze down on loki's cock, thumb swiping over the tip and pressing in against the slit as he grinds his hips down hard into loki's ass with a soft moan. ) Next time, I--want to see your face. I loved watching you fuck me, I--bet it'd be even better, watching you get fucked.

A-As many ways as you like ...

[ A combination of all Billy's advances, from rutting to fondling to talking, are what get Loki squirming beneath him and the questing fingers stretching him open with greater ease as his lust spikes. All he can do is moan and rock onto them, the pleasure from every accidental pass over his prostate making up for any token pain. ]

Billy, [ hoarse and needy, he pushes back with a firm buck that drags an embarrassing whimper forth, licking his lips, ] do it now, fuck me. Please!

( any intention he had of dragging this on a bit longer is gone the moment loki speaks. he presses back against him, whimpers, and billy's done for. teeth chew into the inside of his cheek, biting down hard to stifle his own moans--but billy's moving both of his hands up, trailing them over loki's thighs before settling one at loki's hip and the other at the base of his own cock, positioning it right against loki's entrance and taking just a moment to breathe out against him: )

I'm. . ( he starts--but then pushes in, rolling his hips until the head of his cock's inside loki, once more biting down onto his cheek. ) You feel so good, Loki--

[ It's been a while since Sigurd took him and the (so-called) hero has never been as gentle as Billy. Even Fandral, romantic to a fault, knows full well how resilient Loki's body is. That's part of what makes the experience of being taken by Billy so unique, how sweet and honest he is, taking his time not just to savour fucking Loki but mindful of Loki's pleasure too. The ache caused is nothing compared to how hot he feels from head to toe, soft moans spilling over his lips as he relaxes his muscles and instead keeps tension in his knees to brace himself. ]

Surprised? Hah!

No, not surprised. ( maybe a little. but definitely not the kind of surprise loki is expecting. billy rolls his hips forward, pushes deeper with every movement but takes it slow; if there's any sign of discomfort, he'll immediately stop, pull back, take more time to let loki adjust to it. going slow is really--the only way to keep his head on straight. god. just the thought of pushing deep inside loki, feeling that tight heat around him, thrusting in hard--it's hard to resist.

he shudders, leans forward and rests his forehead against the center of loki's back, slides a hand down his ribcage, and gropes at his chest for a moment, before pinching at the sensitive, pert bud of his nipple. )

[ Given how vocal Loki usually is, even when it's in his best interests to stay quiet, he remains as loud as ever when Billy sinks in further and the witch earns a helplessly reflexive grind, bucking backwards to try and get him deeper.

Panting into the pillow, Loki grunts when his nipple is teased and snatches Billy's hand to lace their fingers together, planting both hands hastily on the bed. He doesn't want to come just from idle stimuli, already overwhelmed to the point of blushing properly from his ears to his ass. Head down, he keeps his eyes screwed shut and tries not to sound too desperate. ]

Billy, please...

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