bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

[ 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. ]

( and still, loki hasn't earned back that trust he's lost yet. there's only so much billy will believe in his words, but he's sated enough for now. he leans back a bit, tilts his head a little to make it easier for loki to move his fingers through his hair, if that's what he'd like. )

Verity. You said she's a friend of yours, right? ( now that they're not busy--doing other things, he can focus back on that. mostly out of curiosity than anything else: ) She live around here?

That's the first place your mind went after coming all over me? I must be doing something wrong.

[ Playing it flippant when he knows what Billy is doing, trying to set down anchors in Loki's life, he injects humour where suspicion is inspired. He thinks that little does Billy know, Verity is frustrated by Loki's brevity in her life from month to month too.

His hand jumps to run through Billy's hair, predictable in that. ]

My first thought was more along the lines of "I can't believe we just did that in the shower". ( there's slight tilt to the corner of his lips; billy's smiling despite himself, leaning into loki's touch. it feels good, like this. ) Followed by "I'm glad Loki's not tripping over his own feet, dying in his shower after all this'd be an embarrassing way to have my corpse found" and "A bath would be easier, next time."

( among several other things, but loki doesn't really need to know everything that went through his head. ) I think that was the sixth? Seventh place my mind went.

[ He can't help the chuckle that turns into a laugh as Billy chatters away, running fingers through damp brown locks. His touch ghosts down to cup Billy's cheek and Loki kisses him soundly, licking his way into the hot cavern of a chatty mouth. ]

Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are post-orgasm? Because I concur whole-heartedly.

( another soft moan passes his lips against loki's mouth as he presses into the kiss, grip loosening around the other's neck so he can trail his own fingers through wet black strands. )

We're hitting records for most orgasms in a short amount of time, here. I think you might be getting me drunk off of them. ( if it we're possible. billy leans his head down a little, gently nips at loki's chin. )

Admittedly not the worst I've ever done to you.

[ A hum is Billy's reward for the nibbling, although it becomes clear that if they don't want to morph into actual prunes it's down to Loki to be the bossy one; now that the sex is over, anyway. Using his free hand to snatch a bottle from the basket on the wall, he squirts a dollop of shampoo onto Billy's head. ]

Up and at 'em, Mister Wiccan, lots of people on the streets of New York will smell like jizz but we shan't be among their number!

I could think of so many worse things you've done. ( it's said playfully enough that it should be fairly obvious he's not focusing on the whole. . betrayal thing.

finally, he takes his weight off of loki, stands himself up straight and moves his hands through his own hair, scrubbing in the shampoo while being careful to keep the soap off of his face. )

We'll have to wash the blankets before we go. ( lest that jizz scent sinks into the nice, fur duvet and refuses to wash out. )

[ Taking the time to wash himself while Billy does the same, Loki lathers up a sponge and slides it ... well, behind. Last night's good time is still sticky and needs scrubbing away. ]

Wash them with a spell, yeah.

[ Ain't nobody got time for real chores in this house!! ]

( lips part in the start of a sentence that never quite escapes his mouth, because--loki distracts him with something else entirely. )

You could wash them in a washer, like a normal person.

( not that he doesn't think it's cute that loki not only cleaned him off earlier with a spell (don't think he didn't catch that), but now this. billy briefly wonders if he even owns a washer/dryer set. but he supposes loki doesn't exactly need them. )

Do you want help with that? ( the. washing. )

Absolutely not, you'll only turn me on again and we have plans for today, Billy, actual plans!

[ Leaning down to smooch Billy's forehead it's easy to crowd into his personal space. ]

You can go and get dressed. Wear something ... green.

You're the one who started it last time. And the time before that!

( billy started it first, maybe, but even he hadn't intended for macking on loki to go as far as it did. does he have regrets of course not. look at where it got him: in loki's house, on his bed, eating deliciously sweet pastries, in his shower. he steps in close to loki once more to get under the lukewarm water, quickly runs his fingers through his hair to get the soap out so he can make his way out of the shower. )

Only this once. ( it's an easy step backwards out of the shower, at least. an easy reach for a nice, fluffy towel, which he runs over his hair before wrapping around his waist. ) I'll work on the kitchen.

[ A snort follows Billy out of the shower, amused. ]

You practically dragged me onto your lap, Casanova!

[ Loki poking his tongue out is the last Billy will see of him before he closes the glass door to get involved in properly cleaning up the mess Billy has made of him, inside and out. In more ways than one ...

Loki takes twenty minutes to finish his shower and emerge in a towel, steam on his heels as he wanders around to find his rogue hero. ]

( he returns the gesture: sticks his tongue out as he walks out the door, but the slight upturn to the corners of lips ruins the effect a little. billy's playing with loki just as much as loki's playing with him.

and by the time loki's done in the shower, billy's finishing cleaning up last night's mess: scrubbing the dishes clean and putting away any of the food that wasn't ruined by sitting out overnight. he is wearing green, as requested: a comfortable (loki-)green t-shirt and a light cotton jacket the same color over it, and a comfortable pair of bluejeans. )

Better?

Dandy as Alfheim candy!

[ Billy looks appropriately Loki-fied and in the spirit of being a good sportsman as he magically dons a new outfit, under his black leather jacket he wears a Wiccan-red tee in return with dark jeans, Seven-League boots, and a golden scarf to cement his hipster status. Loki takes advantage of his height to wrap around Billy from behind, hooking his chin over a shoulder and smooching him on the cheek with a tease. He smells not of come, as promised, but ozone and apples. ]

Aw, honey, you cleaned! Ready to go shopping, hero-mine?

You look like you belong in a boyband. ( catching sight of him even from the corner of his vision is more than enough to notice that. billy says it with a laugh, though. the last dish gets put to the side of the sink before he's shaking out his hands and turning around. )

Yeah. But if you ever call me honey again, I'm so teleporting you to the top of a volcano.

You have something against talented, handsome young men who don tight clothes and serenade you with their creamy voices?

[ Sliding his hands down Billy's waist to find a comfortable home on his butt, he begs a kiss with lips that ghost back and forth over Billy's. ]

You would never.

I really picked the wrong career if I did. ( maybe serenading isn't a big part of the whole, being an avenger thing, but the men in tight clothes definitely is. loki's lips move against his own, and billy's leaning in to deepen it, tongue licking a line across his lower lip with a low hum. )

Maybe not on purpose. But sometimes. . ah, sometimes things happen accidentally.

Then make them un-happen so I'm not a toasty fella. Don't burn your boyfriends, Billy, it's impolite even when it isn't emotional.

[ Snickering as he accepts the lingering kisses that Billy offers up, Loki cups either side of the mage's face and gently holds him still, licking his way into responsive heat. The line of his body slants in, hips nestling over another pair as if they have done so for years, newly but intimately acquainted with the way Billy's body is shaped and moves. ]

Sexting the night away

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