bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

( he is a little surprised when loki pulls his hand away. still, loki holding onto his hand, fingers intertwining with his own, it's feels nice enough to have billy giving a soft whimper into the skin of his back. he shifts his hips forward once more, cants into loki before moving backwards and thrusting forward again, being careful not to push in too much further than he already had.

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. )

Harder, rougher ... Show me that you want it, make me feel you.

[ 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.

I didn’t think I would break you. ( asgardian physiology being as it is, the chances of loki breaking billy are much higher. he still has one hand free of loki’s hold, which he uses to brace against his hip, shifting himself back until just the head stays in once more but this time when he moves forward—he doesn’t pause for loki. doesn’t take his time. he thrusts in until he’s buried to the hilt, gasps and moans against loki before grinding against his ass. )

C-can you—mmh—come from this?

Y-eeeessss ... !

[ 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 ...

( it's absolutely surreal, hearing loki like this. seeing him move like this. billy's breath catches in his throat, gasps and moans following with each pull of his hips. the friction is more than enough to push him over, and he's trying his best not to come just yet; loki hasn't, yet.

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. )

[ A shiver runs bone-deep that has nothing to do with the (outstanding, five-stars) sex; there is compulsion in Billy's words which tips Loki over the edge, even if it doesn't necessarily force him to come. The subconscious magic is like a second hand on his body, kneading him from the inside-out as if he has anywhere left to touch that isn't already being defiled so well, and he loses all sense of rhythm as he wilfully succumbs to the extra stimulation by staining the bedsheets, grinding into the damp pool as Billy works him from behind.

He thinks he may have yelled Billy's name but he can't be sure, his throat is so sore as he pants into a pillow, flexes around that hard cock, and repays the favour of milking him dry.

Literally, in fact, because this time Loki softens after coming just once. ]

( if billy really needed the extra push, hearing loki yell like that would have been enough. he's struggling to hold on as it is, pleasure hitting him in waves strong enough to knock him over but he's--he wanted to make loki come, hear him when he did, feel him as billy pushed him over the edge.

loki comes hard, muscles gripping onto his cock like a vice and he screams, mouth pressing hard against his shoulder to muffle the noise as he gives another sputtering thrust into him before stilling deep inside, shudders running down his spine as he finishes. billy's arms and thighs tremble with the effort it takes to keep himself up, pants whimpers against against loki's back and slides out of him.

there aren't any words. billy's not too sure he could form a coherent sentence even if he really wanted to. )

Billy ...

[ Croaking out that single word takes more effort than it should, muffled in the pillow that schmushes half of Loki's buried face, hissing as heat pours into him to sear his walls then drips down his thighs once Billy eases free. Remembering he has hands and that one is holding onto his lover's, he gives a weak squeeze and drags it closer for a lazy kiss on the knuckles, numb with pleasure. ]

Lie with me.

[ Not that Loki believes his limbs capable of movement in the slightest, but being held would be ... nice. ]

( but they're already in bed, already (half)lying down, and they just woke up from a nap not that long ago. but he supposes, the nap could have been longer, he could have gotten more sleep, and he's fine, for the rest of today. billy can sleep in, take his time tomorrow, go. . do things with loki, take the day to just be billy instead of concerning himself with everything else.

it almost feels like cheating the system. heroes don't get days off; he shouldn't be taking off for a day, but he really needs it. his mouth opens against loki's back, grumbling against him incoherently before he's shifting his weight up, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling at him as billy works to flop over onto his side. moving more than that's a little too hard right now, anyway. )

[ Loki dozes as Billy overthinks himself, squirrelling around (and away from those wet spots) to drape an arm around Billy's waist and stuff his face into the curve of a shoulder. Yawning, his breathing evens out and Loki becomes as docile as a snake in the sun, lazy in his unnaturally warm state and entirely pleased with it.

Much cuddlier than usual, too. ]

( the cuddles definitely aren't unwanted. loki moves to press into billy, and he just curls more around him, presses in as close as he can. his hand rests loosely against loki's waist, other arm bent under his head to pillow it as he closes his eyes and lets himself drift off. the comfortable warmth in loki's room is--extremely nice, especially when he's feeling this lazy; the blankets are under them, not on top of them, and billy's just going to deal with it.

it takes a few hours for him to stir, this time. while a 20 minute nap is nice, getting some actual sleep in is kind of important. billy stretches out his legs a few hours later, raises a hand to rub at his eyes. )

[ Gods don't sleep often but when they do they go hard or go home, which leaves Loki passed out cold where he has curled into a ball at Billy's side. At some point in the night he dragged the covers over himself from the edge of the bed and now snores softly onto Billy's shoulder without a single trick or lie hiding in his peaceful expression, his ankle dislodging from around a shin when Billy stretches but he unconsciously cuddles him closer around the waist as a result. ]

Mmmm ...

[ Who cares what time it is? Sleeping is so much more important. ]

( and cuddling too, apparently. billy—has gotten fairly used to sleeping near someone, the sound of loki’s snores don’t bother or disturb him at all, but once he does start to wake up, he’s not going back under. loki curls in closer, and he laughs softly, voice still hoarse. he leans in even closer to loki, threads fingers through his hair as he presses lips close to his ear, whispers quietly against it:: )

I really hope you didn’t forget to turn off the stove. ( while it’d be an exciting way to start the new day, it wouldn’t be the most fun way to go about it. billy cards his fingers through loki’s hair idly, presses a kiss to the shell of his ear. )

[ It's not often that Verity sleeps over, usually Loki winds up with her passed out in his lap as a third science documentary is muted. Sigurd never lets him stay, it's too uncool to wake up cuddling, "not his jam". Amora tends to be the same way when it comes to kicking out her lovers once she's bored with them and her little sister isn't much better, although Lorelei can be plied with compliments and having her hair stroked ...

Loki now knows why, practically purring as Billy wakes him up slowly. ]

Mnnghhh.

[ Translation: "The stove is probably fine".

When Loki raises his head half of his hair sticks straight up with the friction of cuddling in the heat all night long, a line of dry drool reaching down his chin. He has to lick his lips and swallow sleepy spit a few times before hazarding actual words and even then he sounds like a different god to the one who dropped in dramatically through Billy's ceiling. Someone is used to being a thrilling thief in the dead of night, not the sharpest sword over breakfast; the reason for his love of that particular meal may be clearer now. ]

M'rnin.

( cute. that is so cute. which is an extremely odd word to be using to describe loki, but billy can’t think of a more suitable one to use in its place. billy gives him time to wake up, keeps threading digits through his hair and carefully untangles any knots his fingers get snagged on. there is no need to rush; it’s not particularly late in the day, loki is warn and feels nice to press up against him.

his head raises, and billy moves a hand to cup the side of loki’s face, thumb rubbing over the line of dried drool to try and help. get it off. despite loki’s . . language talents, billy can’t understand him grumbling, but he assumes that the grumbling instead of him getting up and running to turn the stove off means he did remember to. )

Good morning. ( although able to speak in full sentences now, billy’s voice still cracks on the words. his throat is more than sore, from—everything. his mouth on loki’s cock, yelling and screaming himself hoarse, their numerous deep kisses and—well. he’s glad loki had enough magic left him to teleport. he’s never letting loki into his room again. )

[ Doziness slips away as he leans his cheek into a cupping hand, blinking awake by degrees. A smile greets Billy once Loki is more himself than a bed goblin and he kisses that palm, ducking to plant more soft smooches on a warm chest. Nothing sexual about it, mere fondness and a need to touch, dragging his nose up Billy's neck where he nuzzles in again. ]

What's this in my bed? The prettiest little witch on Midgard ... !

( it tickles, loki’s mouth moving over his neck, and billy responds in turn by laughing, squirming under him and wrapping his arms back around loki’s shoulders. this should feel a lot more weird than it does; waking up in the morning in loki’s flat, covered in bruises and bitemarks.

billy’s head tilts up when the young god goes for his neck, hissing soft at the dull pain caused by the marks littering his skin. still, his own smile keeps to his lips, head turning to press his mouth against loki’s hair. )

I don’t know, I’m pretty sure Wanda still holds that title. But I'll give you an A for effort.

[ Humming his own laugh, he sits up enough to run his own fingers through Billy's hair, just as gentle. ]

Pretty sure you're wrong, I heard it from a very reputable Norse source.

[ A kiss pecks the tip of Billy's nose and Loki finally sits up properly, wincing a little. Advanced Asgardian healing can do wonders but his ass is still sore. ]

I think ... it may be time for a shower. Join me?

[ As nice as it is to nap in a bed that smells like sex with a pliant pretty boy. ]

Your reputable source doesn’t happen to be Loki, right? I’ve heard that guy’s always up to something. . heinous. ( like wooing billy much more than he would like to admit. he’d never deny that loki is absolutely attractive, as he is now. that the one republic look works for him: soft face, nice body, hair that makes him want to sit and run his fingers through it over and over again.

billy also needs another shower, so he’s not going to say no. hair that had just been washed is already covered in sweat again, his muscles ache; his ass is still sore. he grabs onto the fur duvet, yanks what remains off of loki and wraps it around himself as he carefully staggers onto his feet. ) I used your towel last time.

That guy is a great fella, actually. Very trustworthy. Ouch!

[ Hissing as he straightens, nude since Billy is now deciding to hide his genitals after stuffing them inside Loki only a few hours prior, he rubs the small of his back to eke out the tension there. Glances down with a wrinkled nose when come slides slowly down the inside of his thigh, then arches a playful brow over at Billy as if to say Look what you've done! ]

Plenty of towels, c'mon. You look like the child of a checkerboard and I think that's my fault.

[ Leading the way to the bathroom, he snags some towels out of a passing cupboard and dumps them in the sink, turning on the shower and stepping under without ceremony. This time waiting for Billy to join him. ]

( loki did it first, so obviously, any inconveniences billy caused after following suit were entirely on him. and the blanket is warm, thank you, even if it has gotten more than a little. . sweaty and gross. his face flushes bright red when he sees the come making its way down loki’s thigh--and billy is quickly adverting his eyes to focus. elsewhere. anywhere else. the marks up the godling’s back where he’d bitten, kissed, sucked on flesh are nice. )

Yeah, because you kept biting me. ( it’s said in a chiding tone, but the smirk playing on his lips says otherwise. no, billy really doesn’t mind the bitemarks and bruises. he might later, if he has to explain them. but right now? they make excellent trophies. “I fucked a god” is definitely a trophy worth having.

the blanket gets set down on the counter, folded neatly in half to keep the gross parts inside and off everything else before he’s following into the shower and pressing right up against him. ) And no amount of scrubbing is really going to fix those.

[ Loki welcomes him into his arms with a hug and wandering hands, carding back Billy's hair under the water while groping the curve of his ass; carefully, mindfully, gently. But still groping. Loki nibbles at the curve of an ear, all smiles and loose limbs, the drag of his chest and hips intimate up against Billy's in a way they weren't in bed. Showers are such funny places to get fresh (haha) that he doubts he can be blamed for the way he starts to harden, loving the sight of a wet Wiccan. ]

Maybe not, but I can make the rest of you feel better ...

( even if blame could be given, billy wouldn’t be able to give any. he reacts much the same to loki--pressed against him like this, what else could really be expected? they’re nude, under the warm flow of the shower, pressed tight together without a care. billy moves his hand through loki’s hair, takes a good fistful of it and tugs it just hard enough to tilt loki’s head back a bit, lips moving to press to the skin just below his jawline. )

Maybe I’ll just give you some in return. ( asgardian regeneration rate be damned--billy has determination on his side. he leans in close, chest-to-chest, waist pressing into loki’s hips, and free hand moving to grope at loki’s ass a little less gently. he bites down hard onto flesh, drags his tongue over it, pulls back to suck and nips at little spots right around the same area. )

[ For being a head shorter Billy certainly makes up for it by taking the lead, something Loki thoroughly encourages with whimpers and soft mewls as his throat is attacked, a hiss leaving him yet again when Billy is rougher with him than Loki would dare to be with the mortal mage. His cock twitches at the pawing to his aching ass, idly grinding against a firm body. Loki tips his head up with the fisted grip in his hair and lets Billy go to town, kneading his way up the shorter man's back in order to repay a little of the pleasure but mainly just to touch. Billy feels so good, not only when buried balls-deep in a needy godling, somehow soft and strong in one body.

Maybe if Teddy somehow found a reason to prolong their break-up, Loki could have his boyfriend a while longer ...

Grinning, a laugh bubbles up through the other noises. ]

Have you ever had shower-sex, out of completely random interest?

( part of being the (physically)weaker one in a pair is knowing that he can push a little bit harder than, say, loki can. loki's durable. if he's learned anything over the last several hours, it's that the godling does enjoy it to be a little more rough, too. and billy can go with that, to an extent. pulling his hair and biting at his neck? definitely something he's getting into. the intends of his teeth left behind are absolutely amazing, and billy pulls back just long enough to drag his tongue over them. )

I haven't. ( he takes a step forward, moves so his leg is pressed right alongside loki's own and grinds against him with a soft moan. ) But--I don't think either of us are in good enough shape to be trying to stay up under slippery water, Loki. ( billy definitely isn't. this is fine, touching, feeling, biting. any further, and he's not sure his legs will hold out when he's too busy to make sure he stays standing.

the hand on loki's ass moves up, trails over his lower back, fingers digging into his spine until he's shifting back a little, and moving both hands in front of him to rest them on loki's shoulders. ) Maybe later?

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