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Sexting the night away

the phone sex +
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sexting meme
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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. )
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. .
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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. ]
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( 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. )
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I’m ticklish. Fingers first, please?
[ Otherwise he may be too squirmy altogether. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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!
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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--
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Surprised? Hah!
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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. )
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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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when he speaks, it's almost breathlessly, lips straining to form coherent words instead of moans: ) Please what? Tell me what you want, Loki.
( since it's obviously not for billy to touch him too much. )
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[ Arching against him to try and entice more movement, Loki tips his head back and peers over a shoulder. Injects impatience into his pleas so that Billy will try and mend his technique, even though nothing is wrong with it and Loki is simply used to being used far faster. ]
I won't break.
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C-can you—mmh—come from this?
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[ Crying out into the pillow as his grip tightens on Billy's hand, Loki moves with him to help ride out the more determined thrusts, helping angle Billy so that he never misses the same sweet spot with each drag of his cockhead, sending the godling into a loud, enthusiastic lover who fills the room with noisy approval. Loki surges back and all but shows him how to do it, picking up the slack with a serpentine grace from hips to shoulders, each slap of flesh that seats him to the root of Billy's cock earning a squeak from Loki's throat. ]
Billy-yyy, ahh, just like that ...
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and billy wants to feel him come around him, first. the grip on his fingers tightens, and billy shifts his weight fully onto the palm loki has trapped against the bed, moves his other hand to loki's thigh as he gives another rough thrust in, pushes in deep, tries to grind his way in deeper despite being buried to the hilt. he's far past the point of being able to form sentences; he chants lokilokilokiloki instead, under his breath. whether intentionally or not, there's power behind his voice, interlaced with each careful syllable.
if that doesn't speak for how close he is, billy isn't quite sure what will. )
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