bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

[ 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?

Later.

[ He could easily lift Billy but, yes, perhaps the strain wouldn't be fantastic for Loki's back. Best to let it rest up completely throughout the day before any more sexy gymnastics are required ... ]

Ah, your teeth are sharper, I'd swear.

[ Ducking down to seize that industrious mouth for his own amorous kisses, wet and hungry for more than breakfast, he slides his hand free of Billy's hair to glide greedily down his naked body and meet his cock, stroking him off to a lazy tempo that matches their breathing. Everything is so much easier in the shower, he even loves that Billy is more shameless than Loki imagined. ]

I thought we came in here to shower. ( this isn't showering. this is getting rained down on while still getting pretty close to fucking. and--jesus, billy doesn't mind it per se, it all feels good, this feels great loki's warm against him and the water's warm, too--fingers wrap around his cock and he can't help but arch into it, giving gentle thrusts into loki's hand despite the way it makes his feet slip a little against the floor.

he shakes his head, fringe falling into his eyes for just a moment before his fingers are moving up to shove all his hair back once and gives a soft moan as loki's fingers press over a particularly sensitive spot. )

Haah, I don't think I'll ever be clean again.

( billy kaplan, death by defilement. )

[ Taking note of the slight slip, Loki wraps an arm around Billy's waist and all but holds him up, acting as a security seatbelt so that no matter how much he teases That Spot or reaches lower to cup a tight sac, Billy won't fall. It's better for Loki too, allowing him to fondle his adorable witch without worrying, instead committing to memory the way Billy looks carding back his hair under the stream of water. Beautiful, frankly, just like every noise he makes. Is Loki even surprised? Not one bit.

As Billy tips his chin up the godling mouths his way along an exposed jaw, chuckling in between plucking kisses from wet skin. ]

No? I like being the one dirtying you up. [ Having not forgotten Billy's reaction to praise during sex, Loki purrs against his neck and up by a temple, lips and tongue roaming back and forth. ] Could you stand before your heroes like this, Billy? Be a good boy and let me touch you as they watched? All eyes on you, approving of how badly you want to be stroked and pawed, naked and spread open just for me ...

( dirty talk is one thing, but loki always seems to want to take it two steps too far. which. is honestly unsurprising, considering it is loki. billy breathes out a laugh, leans his weight forward as he gives idle rolls of his hips into the other's own. )

No, I wouldn't. ( he leans forward a little, presses lips to loki's cheek and slowly trails them in against skin, moves to kiss at the corner of his lips. ) If you want me, you'll need to have me all to yourself. ( billy's tone lowers, one hand dropping down to slide in between their bodies and roll his palm down against loki's balls, lips curling up into a small grin. )

Unless that's too much for you.

[ A grumble turning into a groan is how long his sulking lasts over practically outing his own exhibitionism into the void, for all the good it does, an old man's penchant for showing off his prizes that translates into an egotistical magpie. Loki shakes his head, dropping any attempt to be alluring with imagery (Billy parries it as easily as his magic) and instead takes his lead from the other sorcerer, mirroring each touch. His theory is that he can't misstep and embarrass himself if he follows an example. ]

That was, ahhh, never an issue.

[ Having him for his own, that is. Goes without saying. ]

I didn't know you were an exhibitionist. ( there's a playful lilt to his tone; it's not that surprising. another soft moan passes billy's lips, leaning further into loki to push him back against the shower wall as teeth dig into his lower lip. ) I like it better like this. Without distractions. You feel so good, Loki.

( this. this is new, but billy's sure he's getting the hang of it. he and teddy would talk during, yes; soft murmurs whispered just loud enough to pick up in small spaces, i love yous, vague nonsense that made no sense but in the context of them meant everything. with loki, it's different. he's testing the waters still, figuring out the hows and whats--luckily, loki's plenty responsive, and it doesn't feel weird at all, like this. )

I like finding what makes you moan. This--this Loki is all mine, right? ( for the moment anyway. ) Why would I want to share with anyone else?

Mmm ...

[ His mind wanders, thinking too much (what does Billy want from him if not to be entertained for the duration of their short time together) although his body stays on track and he holds his partner close when pushed back against the tiled wall. It isn't until he hears This Loki is all mine, right, why would I want to share, that his focus sharpens on the present and a pleased smile blossoms with a warm feeling that rushes up his spine. Loki slumps, putting them of a height so he isn't looming any longer and can reach that sweet mouth for more lingering kisses, slowly rolling a tight fist down the cock caught in his hand. ]

He's yours for as long as you want him and will return when you call.

[ Because maybe, just maybe, Billy and Teddy won't have a flawless relationship and Loki will get to steal his witch away once again. ]

( warmth spreads through his abdomen when loki smiles--though it only gets even hotter when warm fingers roll over his cock. billy gives another pleased sound into loki's mouth, moves his own hand up to wrap fingers around the girth of loki, giving him a few slow strokes in time to the other's own movements. )

So you're not going to disappear into the aether again, is that what you're saying? ( still not something he trusts, but. ) Do I need to call for you to get you to come, Loki? ( another quick kiss is pressed to the corner of his lips, nipping softly at them before he's murmuring low, sultrily against them: ) Why not just stay?

( there are probably four hundred reasons why it's not a good idea, but who thinks of bad ideas when they've got a nice hand working their erection and a nice, warm body pressed against them? )

[ Whines curdle in the back of his throat as he moves to the pace Billy sets down, groping the curve of a pert ass to keep him nestled close. Morning wood is an easy thin to deal with, even alone, bit having another's hand on him and soft pleas in his ear has Loki gasping sooner than later. He curls forward into Billy, telling tension rippling down his torso and also choking his honest reply of, ]

I wish I could.

[ Stay. ]

( it's not a reply he's anticipating. if he didn't have loki's fingers wrapped tight around him, stroking him to the same pace he's touching loki, that--may have gained an indefinitely more serious response. sitting loki down, asking him what's going on, what's wrong, why can't he stick around. as it is, billy can only respond with a choked out moan, leaning forward to press his forehead against loki's own as his hips give a stuttered grind forward. )

Stay with me, Loki--please.

( this won't last, but loki already knows that. he still misses loki. misses all the stupid bickering, the snarky comments, his shitty avoidance techniques and his penchant for trouble. )

[ No one asks Loki to stay. Not even Verity. Not even his own family, but that one is to be expected. So, it hastens something like a shiver through his already heated blood when Billy begs him as they cling to each other, naked and needy, and it's little more than he can do to moan as he snatches up a kiss the moment his threshold passes, coming hard into a fist with a whimper that tries to pour down Billy's throat.

His grip around his lover flexes and tightens in return, eager to help Billy feel the same bliss as the shower whites out at the edges and Loki is only held up by the wall and a witch. Definitely not answering the question, although currently he has a decent excuse. ]

( that's--fine. he doesn't need an answer, not now. he wants loki to stay because he's lonely, because he misses having someone around constantly. because teddy isn't there. billy would like loki to be around, too; he understands what it's like, living with magic pumping through his veins, and billy can learn a lot from him.

but it's about a little more than that, now--and all of these thoughts swimming through his head is way too much to deal with when he feels come against his fingers, when the grip on his own erection tightens and billy's coming with a loud yell of loki's name against his mouth, his weight slumping into the warm body against his own.

billy can't tell if he's getting dizzy from the orgasm or the steam, but he's not sure it matters much right now anyway. not when he still has so much skin he can touch against him. palms press flat into loki's thighs, moving up his sides as he leans fully against him. )

[ Devolving into a messy pile of wet limbs and laboured breaths under the now lukewarm spray, Loki disentangles his hold on Billy to drape his arms around a slim waist and secure him in something other people might deem a hug. Not him, of course. He's just making sure Billy doesn't fall over and crack his skull, bringing down a fleet of angry Avengers on Loki's head. Yeah, that.

Nuzzling dark locks, he sighs once his mind stops firing on all decks. Funnily enough, his heart aches more than any other part of him, a little used too, along with his body; Billy can't possibly be honest in asking Loki to stay with him. No hard feelings although it would be easier for Loki if he could conjure some. ]

You're getting all prune-y.

[ Real romance. ]

( he's glad one of them has steady legs. imagine how embarrassing that would be: billy, destined to become the demiurge, one of the most powerful mages to currently exist, falling and hitting his head in loki's shower and kicking it. his death would be remembered for centuries. it may not be a hug to one of them, but billy sure is taking it as one. he raises his arms, loops them around the other's neck as he leans in to press his nose in to a nice, warm neck. )

Yeah, that happens. ( bath sex is probably a lot easier than standing in the shower, getting each other off with their hands sex. there's a lot less. . legs and standing involved. he'll have to convince loki into getting a bathtub. )

I meant it, Loki. ( though he does pause before clarifying what he meant. takes a moment to breath in, keep his voice steady, control himself. ) Stay with me.

Billy ... [ It's kinder to lie and sound sincere. ] Alright, I'll stay.

[ Implying longer than today but without promising anything. He takes up the shampoo and fully intends to hush up Billy by washing his hair, if allowed. ]

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