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... Oh.
[ A very Bad Idea is born with a cutting, mischievous grin against Nico's kisses. Loki hefts under Nico's thighs and somehow fluidly rises to stand while cradling him like he weighs nothing, dropping back onto the couch right in the middle of the cuddle-pile. It's much cosier in all those duvets and pillows, softer, and eats up Loki like a hug even with his long legs dangling off the front. All that room for Nico to move isn't bad either.
An intrepid caress pushes down Nico's jeans, tucking them under the curve of his ass to be worked lower, unhurried in every tug and brush on denim. ]
Let's fuck right here and forget to mention it to Mister Saltwater.
[ A very Bad Idea is born with a cutting, mischievous grin against Nico's kisses. Loki hefts under Nico's thighs and somehow fluidly rises to stand while cradling him like he weighs nothing, dropping back onto the couch right in the middle of the cuddle-pile. It's much cosier in all those duvets and pillows, softer, and eats up Loki like a hug even with his long legs dangling off the front. All that room for Nico to move isn't bad either.
An intrepid caress pushes down Nico's jeans, tucking them under the curve of his ass to be worked lower, unhurried in every tug and brush on denim. ]
Let's fuck right here and forget to mention it to Mister Saltwater.
[ situating himself a little easier in loki's lap, even going so far to grind himself against the hands working off his jeans. the touch is teasing and he's getting impatient despite his best efforts otherwise, but he's able to hold back most noises of complaint other than the occasional mewl of need. when the fabric is finally tugged aside enough to allow his cock to spring free, he pushes up on his knees and shimmies his hips to encourage his jeans lower still.
the idea of fucking on the same couch where he and percy had kissed is surprisingly arousing to nico. maybe it's the naughtiness of it. or maybe it would be another (secret) taboo that makes the idea appealing. he's not sure what it is, but he gives into the idea easily, nodding his head with a fervent motion as he presses his mouth against loki's again.
the idea of fucking on the same couch where he and percy had kissed is surprisingly arousing to nico. maybe it's the naughtiness of it. or maybe it would be another (secret) taboo that makes the idea appealing. he's not sure what it is, but he gives into the idea easily, nodding his head with a fervent motion as he presses his mouth against loki's again.
It was almost impossible to turn his head while he still had one of those hard dicks in his mouth, but he gasped so loudly because of those glowing hands, the shadow that was fucking his face temporarily stopped. While he panted, he did cast a glance in that direction and his eyebrows went high in surprise at the flesh of blonde and blue. The first person he thought of, due to Nico consuming his thoughts, was of Will.
He laughed breathily as his hands slid up Nico's thighs, moving through shadows as he ran them up his chest. There were mouths and pricks everywhere, but Nico was the most solid figure. Their eyes met as he gave him a sassy grin, groaning out as he continued to rock quickly, back and forth between them.
"Oi, love... I think your boyfriend is fucking you through me." Which was an idea that brought him a lot of pleasure, for some reason. Similar to that time that he'd watched Nico masturbate to his image, maybe he felt like he was bringing a piece of Nico's heart to him to stave away any loneliness he might have.
Vex? A romantic? No, never! Well, maybe a little for his special friends. And there was something very special about Nico, wasn't there? And not just because he looked so bloody gorgeous licking two cocks. It was his power, he could feel it even now, in this dream, but it was a kind that Vex didn't fear. He was comforted by him, not to mention so turned on he kept forgetting to breathe.
He laughed breathily as his hands slid up Nico's thighs, moving through shadows as he ran them up his chest. There were mouths and pricks everywhere, but Nico was the most solid figure. Their eyes met as he gave him a sassy grin, groaning out as he continued to rock quickly, back and forth between them.
"Oi, love... I think your boyfriend is fucking you through me." Which was an idea that brought him a lot of pleasure, for some reason. Similar to that time that he'd watched Nico masturbate to his image, maybe he felt like he was bringing a piece of Nico's heart to him to stave away any loneliness he might have.
Vex? A romantic? No, never! Well, maybe a little for his special friends. And there was something very special about Nico, wasn't there? And not just because he looked so bloody gorgeous licking two cocks. It was his power, he could feel it even now, in this dream, but it was a kind that Vex didn't fear. He was comforted by him, not to mention so turned on he kept forgetting to breathe.
[ Those jeans, briefs, and socks are tossed aside as Nico is left in his tshirt like a wet dream come to life, squirming on Loki's lap and making it difficult not to simply magic away his own clothes; and he does, giving in so that Nico is wearing the sole remaining item between them once a shimmer of green light scours Loki into nudity. Much better. The way the demigod's tshirt remains the last barrier tangled between two achingly hard cocks is delicious.
He's still cool-skinned on the sofa despite having already come once and he feels bad for it, longing for the furs he keeps in his haunts for moments like these when he could have tumbled Nico down into them. Compensation, so small flaws wouldn't be noticed. He likes to skim his whole hands up slender thighs to cup a pert ass and squeeze, the silky-smooth skin luring caresses up Nico's lovely back.
For a short while, Loki indulges in some mostly-nude making out with the son of Hades, moaning low into that hot little mouth burning over his tongue. ]
He's still cool-skinned on the sofa despite having already come once and he feels bad for it, longing for the furs he keeps in his haunts for moments like these when he could have tumbled Nico down into them. Compensation, so small flaws wouldn't be noticed. He likes to skim his whole hands up slender thighs to cup a pert ass and squeeze, the silky-smooth skin luring caresses up Nico's lovely back.
For a short while, Loki indulges in some mostly-nude making out with the son of Hades, moaning low into that hot little mouth burning over his tongue. ]
I just realized I missed the opportunity to sign it "Richard Baeson" and I think I'm going to regret that for the rest of my life.
You're welcome, Nico de Gallo :)
We made up on Christmas. I think I have you to thank for it actually, so we'll just say the bed makes us square.
Invite us over sometime! I'm sure Loki would be down for a snuggle. Maybe more. We'll see :^)
You're welcome, Nico de Gallo :)
We made up on Christmas. I think I have you to thank for it actually, so we'll just say the bed makes us square.
Invite us over sometime! I'm sure Loki would be down for a snuggle. Maybe more. We'll see :^)
[ fortunately, the cool of loki's skin doesn't register to nico as they kiss, his own having warmed more than his own usual chill. maybe it's due to the way nico is typically cool to the touch but not as much as loki that makes him feel as warm as he does, but that's not really on nico's mind at the moment. instead, he's too interested in sucking on loki's tongue, pressing against it with his own while he continues to squirm atop the godling.
the feeling of one thin piece of cloth keeping their erections from brushing has him whining. it may be delicious, but he wants more, wants to feel the hard throbbing of loki pressed against his own. there will be a stain on his shirt thanks to the precome already welling up from his tip, but he cares as much about that as he does about the chill of their skin. all that matters in that moment is the tongue in his mouth and the hands on his ass, making him groan low in the back of his throat. ]
the feeling of one thin piece of cloth keeping their erections from brushing has him whining. it may be delicious, but he wants more, wants to feel the hard throbbing of loki pressed against his own. there will be a stain on his shirt thanks to the precome already welling up from his tip, but he cares as much about that as he does about the chill of their skin. all that matters in that moment is the tongue in his mouth and the hands on his ass, making him groan low in the back of his throat. ]
[ This is peace. When bodies take over and his overactive brain can shut down by increments, thought-processes dulling like a mortal computer closing tabs by the dozen. Such a relief. Nico is a cool drink on a hot day the same way Dick always is, the same as Billy can sometimes be, Owen, Johnny, Verity. The experience is never cheapened when it repeats itself, this is the one reliable constant that Loki does crave.
So when his long fingers seek out a soft entrance to slather in not-there-moments-before lube, probing with the faith that Nico can handle two at once, he lets his desires shine through every pore, every breath and heated glance in burning witchfire eyes just for a needy moment. He buries his face in the curve of a neck and plants firm kisses, an arm curled across Nico's back to cradle him close, shy of revealing too much.
Too much gratitude. ]
So when his long fingers seek out a soft entrance to slather in not-there-moments-before lube, probing with the faith that Nico can handle two at once, he lets his desires shine through every pore, every breath and heated glance in burning witchfire eyes just for a needy moment. He buries his face in the curve of a neck and plants firm kisses, an arm curled across Nico's back to cradle him close, shy of revealing too much.
Too much gratitude. ]
am i reading this right?
did you just call me nico de gallo
plz don't call me that
but i'm really glad to hear you made up
i was worried.
and you don't have to thank me. i didn't do much
still, i'd be glad to have you both over
i'll make the cocoa this time.
did you just call me nico de gallo
plz don't call me that
but i'm really glad to hear you made up
i was worried.
and you don't have to thank me. i didn't do much
still, i'd be glad to have you both over
i'll make the cocoa this time.
[ the depth of emotion in loki's grip is pretty much tangible, felt through the thin fabric of his shirt and in the way loki's fingers press into him, carefully but without babying. he's pressed so close, he can feel the godling's heart beating in his chest and that should be strange since gods are immortal, but still, it also makes sense because he knows loki loves fiercely in ways that nico understands too well. the touch takes his breath away and he grinds himself back down on those fingers, his own burying their way into loki's inky hair as if it was graveyard earth. a sense of belonging fills him and he gasps a single name to the air around them, his sincerity intense and his desire verging on needy. ]
Loki...
[ they both may love someone else, but there's a kind of love here too. one that has nico trembling in loki's firm hold, trying to express without words that there's no need for gratitude. he only wishes the best and the most for the one who's accepted him so completely. ]
Loki...
[ they both may love someone else, but there's a kind of love here too. one that has nico trembling in loki's firm hold, trying to express without words that there's no need for gratitude. he only wishes the best and the most for the one who's accepted him so completely. ]
[ Nuzzling his way up a sender throat, All-speak filters itself into an Italian lilt that drips off Loki's tongue as sleekly as it would a native's.]
Apri le gambe, piccolo ombra, ti voglio più di ogni altra cosa.
[ The tshirt is shredded like wet paper, cast aside as Loki's grip on Nico slides down his back to cup the bend of a knee, encouraging him to tip forward so that Loki's fingers can push further and seek out a bundle of nerves at the right angle. His smile buffs for a kiss, never veering far from the taste of Nico's lips, and he laughs at himself softly with a shake of his head. ]
Ogni volta che, ti bacio dimentico dove sono.
Apri le gambe, piccolo ombra, ti voglio più di ogni altra cosa.
[ The tshirt is shredded like wet paper, cast aside as Loki's grip on Nico slides down his back to cup the bend of a knee, encouraging him to tip forward so that Loki's fingers can push further and seek out a bundle of nerves at the right angle. His smile buffs for a kiss, never veering far from the taste of Nico's lips, and he laughs at himself softly with a shake of his head. ]
Ogni volta che, ti bacio dimentico dove sono.
[ he'll whine about that shirt later, it being one of his more favorite to wear, but for now he whines at the way loki's silver tongue pleases his ears by dipping into his native language. it's like music, but better, making him desperately suck in breaths as if he were suffocating. but no, it's nothing so painful as that. not anything close to the sensation he'd experienced in the clay jar that kept him trapped for a week. if there's any pain, it's in the way his heart seems to be bursting from his chest.
pushing up on his knees and spreading his thighs wider as loki directs, he drags his hands down from loki's hair, across a strong jaw and down the curve of a neck to dig blunt nails into the godling's shoulders. nico's already panty thanks to the fingers pushing their way inside him and he once more grinds himself on those fingers, crying out as loki succeeds in finding his prostate. ]
Ah-! Oh... Fuccck-
[ biting down on his lip, he tries to withhold further sound, but loki's fingers are too good, to deft and soon he's whimpering a reply in the same language loki had used. ]
Così bene! Amore mio... Ho bisogno di te. Prendimi, io sono tuo.
pushing up on his knees and spreading his thighs wider as loki directs, he drags his hands down from loki's hair, across a strong jaw and down the curve of a neck to dig blunt nails into the godling's shoulders. nico's already panty thanks to the fingers pushing their way inside him and he once more grinds himself on those fingers, crying out as loki succeeds in finding his prostate. ]
Ah-! Oh... Fuccck-
[ biting down on his lip, he tries to withhold further sound, but loki's fingers are too good, to deft and soon he's whimpering a reply in the same language loki had used. ]
Così bene! Amore mio... Ho bisogno di te. Prendimi, io sono tuo.
[ he's right. it's behind them in their past now and there's nothing they can do going forward to alter the way things have played out. he moves the gift bag down onto the floor and off of the counter, out of the way if he's going to try and recreate his mom's pancakes. it's unlikely that he'll be able to, considering his idea of cooking is picking up the phone and placing an order for pick-up or making instant pancakes from a box mixture that only requires adding water. it's the thought that counts though, isn't it? that he's making an attempt to honor his mom.
Percy doesn't back away when Nico approaches him, rounding the counter. as far as he's concerned, they're good. ]
Uh, we can try? I'm not saying we won't burn the apartment down in the process, but they're pancakes. How hard can they be? I've watched her make them like a hundred times, probably more.
[ and when they're finished and their home isn't on fire, he can surprise Annabeth with breakfast in bed. ]
Percy doesn't back away when Nico approaches him, rounding the counter. as far as he's concerned, they're good. ]
Uh, we can try? I'm not saying we won't burn the apartment down in the process, but they're pancakes. How hard can they be? I've watched her make them like a hundred times, probably more.
[ and when they're finished and their home isn't on fire, he can surprise Annabeth with breakfast in bed. ]
[ nico isn't much of a cook himself, either, having had to survive on what he could find on his own and quite a number of mcdonald's happy meals. at camp, he's been able to rely on the magically appearing food that shows up each meal time and thus isn't sure how to go about making anything, especially not to the caliber of sally jackson's fine food. he knows one thing, at least. and that is how they'll need a bowl to start with. and then probably some milk and flour. that seems like the most basic parts necessary for a pancake recipe. after that, he can find some instructions... somewhere. maybe annabeth has a cookbook among her plethora of tomes. ]
Between the two of us, I'm sure we can figure it out. It's pretty basic, isn't it?
[ said as he begins gathering the ingredients. the milk and flour are set out before he turns to rummage through the cupboards for a bowl. when he finds one large enough, he pauses, considering something. ]
This is the first time I've celebrated Christmas in... well, I don't know how long.
Between the two of us, I'm sure we can figure it out. It's pretty basic, isn't it?
[ said as he begins gathering the ingredients. the milk and flour are set out before he turns to rummage through the cupboards for a bowl. when he finds one large enough, he pauses, considering something. ]
This is the first time I've celebrated Christmas in... well, I don't know how long.
Fa cosi caldo qui o e la tua presenza?
[ Soft laughter pours into Nico's kisses as Loki lifts him with his grip under a thigh, urging him to shift forward so that the blunt tip of a cockhead can rub against a stretched entrance, slowly pushing in as fingers slip free. Turns out, Nico is definitely the 'hot' one as Loki works himself in with cautious thrusts, not wanting to force him past his limit too quickly, burning walls clutching at his shaft with every new inch. It's almost more than the godling can take, biting his lip in between hushed gasps. ]
Ahh —! Così stretto, con riesco neanche a respirare ... [ Bracing Nico's hips with sturdy hands, Loki enjoys the sight of him sinking down and can barely keep from licking his lips, the slippery fingers of one hand beginning to leave bruises as they keep purchase. ] Dì il mio nome, figlio di morte, voglio sentirtelo dire.
[ Soft laughter pours into Nico's kisses as Loki lifts him with his grip under a thigh, urging him to shift forward so that the blunt tip of a cockhead can rub against a stretched entrance, slowly pushing in as fingers slip free. Turns out, Nico is definitely the 'hot' one as Loki works himself in with cautious thrusts, not wanting to force him past his limit too quickly, burning walls clutching at his shaft with every new inch. It's almost more than the godling can take, biting his lip in between hushed gasps. ]
Ahh —! Così stretto, con riesco neanche a respirare ... [ Bracing Nico's hips with sturdy hands, Loki enjoys the sight of him sinking down and can barely keep from licking his lips, the slippery fingers of one hand beginning to leave bruises as they keep purchase. ] Dì il mio nome, figlio di morte, voglio sentirtelo dire.
[ there's probably nothing that gets nico more hot than dirty talk in his native language. it's a thrilling turn on and nico gasps loudly as the tip of a cock slowly presses into him. when it's followed by loki's girth, his tight walls stretching to accommodate, the breathlessness in his voice increases and he grips loki's shoulders with callused hands, blunt fingertips digging in as he grips. if it weren't for loki's quickened healing rate, nico would be leaving marks. as it is, he can only leave temporary indentations and scratches.
muscles flex as loki pushes deeper, begins thrusting into him and thighs tremble because of the wave of need that floods through him. his heart is hammering in his chest, can be heard pounding in his ears and he pushes his hips down, hoping to drive loki in to the hilt. ]
Loki-! Gods... Oh, ah, Loki!
muscles flex as loki pushes deeper, begins thrusting into him and thighs tremble because of the wave of need that floods through him. his heart is hammering in his chest, can be heard pounding in his ears and he pushes his hips down, hoping to drive loki in to the hilt. ]
Loki-! Gods... Oh, ah, Loki!
Ti farò sentire davvero bene, Nico ...
[ Fully seated at last after Nico intrepidly screws himself down on Loki's awaiting, aching erection, he rubs light circles in the indents of pointy hips with his thumbs and staves off thrusting to first grind back and forth, rocking Nico to give him time to acclimatise to being split open (and to internally claw back his own self-control because Nico is tight and wet as a woman, thanks to the lube). He knows the demigod sleeps around but isn't certain of the size Nico's other lovers are packing, so he plays it safe at first. The kittenish scrapes that fail to make any lasting marks are no less sweet when Nico is straddling him with trembling thighs, whimpering as he writhes in an attempt to stuff himself full of cock.
The trickle of fingertips up Nico's smooth-skinned spine is deliberate to give him further shivers, tangling in his hair as Loki's attentive gaze burns up from below like green embers glowing in the pit of a campfire. ]
Rilassati, se lo fai dolcemente ...
[ Fully seated at last after Nico intrepidly screws himself down on Loki's awaiting, aching erection, he rubs light circles in the indents of pointy hips with his thumbs and staves off thrusting to first grind back and forth, rocking Nico to give him time to acclimatise to being split open (and to internally claw back his own self-control because Nico is tight and wet as a woman, thanks to the lube). He knows the demigod sleeps around but isn't certain of the size Nico's other lovers are packing, so he plays it safe at first. The kittenish scrapes that fail to make any lasting marks are no less sweet when Nico is straddling him with trembling thighs, whimpering as he writhes in an attempt to stuff himself full of cock.
The trickle of fingertips up Nico's smooth-skinned spine is deliberate to give him further shivers, tangling in his hair as Loki's attentive gaze burns up from below like green embers glowing in the pit of a campfire. ]
Rilassati, se lo fai dolcemente ...
A low hum escaped Nico then, one that was echoed by the indiscernible men whose cocks he was still dragging his tongue over. Of course "Will" was fucking Nico through Vex, but he was also fucking the fae, making sure that Vex was never without the feeling of a hard dick grinding in and rubbing his prostate with each drawn out thrust. Will might not have been as large as Mark or Dick Grayson, but for the sake of the dream, Nico imagined him as big enough to definitely satisfy both him and Vex, especially the fae as those glowing hands squeezed firm hips and spread smooth ass cheeks. The entire time, the figure said nothing, but that didn't matter because the image was enough.
Nico's eyes flickered with power again, the figure of Will increasing his pace and the resulting motion of their bodies led to Nico crying out. His head was thrown back and his cock bounced against his abdomen, aching to be touched.
"Of- Of course," he gasped before biting down his lip and keening. He tried to grind himself on Vex's cock, hoping to drive him deep enough to make him see stars, but that made giving attention to the cocks in his hands a little difficult. Eventually, the figures each took their cocks in hand and jerked themselves until they both came in Nico's mouth and across his face. He whined, reaching out for something to grip again before he once more found Vex's features and watched him.
"Gods- Ah, but, mm, death and dreams are not- not so different... I have, haa, some power over them."
Nico's eyes flickered with power again, the figure of Will increasing his pace and the resulting motion of their bodies led to Nico crying out. His head was thrown back and his cock bounced against his abdomen, aching to be touched.
"Of- Of course," he gasped before biting down his lip and keening. He tried to grind himself on Vex's cock, hoping to drive him deep enough to make him see stars, but that made giving attention to the cocks in his hands a little difficult. Eventually, the figures each took their cocks in hand and jerked themselves until they both came in Nico's mouth and across his face. He whined, reaching out for something to grip again before he once more found Vex's features and watched him.
"Gods- Ah, but, mm, death and dreams are not- not so different... I have, haa, some power over them."
[ each time he has sex with loki, it seems like the first time all over again. he feels stretched, nearly to his limit and it's both an amazing and agonizing sensation. but by now, the pain in his lower spine is quick to leave, the burning of being stretched swiftly easing into the heat of pleasure. it's good and if his thighs weren't already shaking from the overwhelming arousal, he would be trembling because of the cock buried within him.
he's a little slow to relax, primarily because he's impatient and wants more now. but eventually he does, releasing a slow breath followed by a moan before dragging his hands down loki's chest, leaving red marks in the wake of his fingers. marks that are quick to fade. when he meets loki's gaze, though, he bites his lower lip and shudders. it's so intense that nico feels enveloped in green fire, as if he were burning in the torches of cabin thirteen. ]
Ho un debole per te... Ti penso ogni giorno. Puoi avere qualsiasi modo si desidera.
he's a little slow to relax, primarily because he's impatient and wants more now. but eventually he does, releasing a slow breath followed by a moan before dragging his hands down loki's chest, leaving red marks in the wake of his fingers. marks that are quick to fade. when he meets loki's gaze, though, he bites his lower lip and shudders. it's so intense that nico feels enveloped in green fire, as if he were burning in the torches of cabin thirteen. ]
Ho un debole per te... Ti penso ogni giorno. Puoi avere qualsiasi modo si desidera.
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