[ having loki actually whimpering for him is more arousing than he ever would've thought possible. especially with the way the godling's hips have begun to move, telling nico without words that loki wants still more. he's glad to give it to him, dragging his tongue up the same vein he'd followed seconds ago, and kisses the root of loki's cock where the base meets his balls. ]
Reaching down to give himself a few firmer strokes that stretch out the last of foreskin, rigid all the way with the tip fully exposed to Nico's darling mouth, it's a difficult life that Loki leads when he has to choose between two wonderful options. The ghost of Nico's tongue still has the godling shivering. ]
Suck it down, all of it. I want to see you drink my come the first time.
[ Asgardian stamina won't make this blowjob a short affair. ]
[ with zero reluctance, nico urges loki's hands off in order to take control again. his fingers do more than stroke, however. his thumb smears precome and he sucks the sac into his mouth that he hadn't already teased with his tongue and strokes loki with a languid hold. this only lasts for a few seconds and then nico surfaces. this time, to take a breath and then start sucking down as much of loki as he can, trying to fit as much of him down his throat as possible. naturally, loki is too large for him to take him all, but he does manage to get most of him before his gag reflex threatens to kick in. ]
[ It's really the way Nico goes for gold that starts to seriously get Loki off, tugging on a fistful of hair to let him know he needn't deep-throat or gag trying. All that sloppy sucking over the tip is maddening enough, grunts echoing every rub of a hot tongue. ]
So good, Nico, just like that ... Ah, darkling!
[ Precome grows thicker as his abdomen tightens, crunching down a smooth expanse of skin as hairless as any god ought to own. NicoNicoNico. A thumb drags over the corner of Nico's mouth, feeling out where pretty pink lips are stretched around a stiff organ. ]
[ pulling back just a fraction as his hair is pulled, nico continues sucking, his head moving up and down with the motion. his cheeks, hollowed by his sucking, have become rosy with arousal because hearing loki pant his name like that makes his cock strain even more. he's desperate now to get out of his pants and announces this by groaning around loki's cock. the noise is echoed by a whine and he grinds himself into the floor between loki's legs. ]
[ Nico's too pretty, too sweet, too eager, and it earns him a well of come down his throat as a strangled cry parts Loki's bitten lips, a grimace echoing every pulse of a tripping heartbeat. He doesn't force him to swallow if he can't but neither does he release Nico's hair.
All the tension eases from his body and he sinks back against the couch, the floor previously uncomfortable but now a fluffy cloud. ]
[ it's always hard for nico to contain loki's orgasm behind his lips. there's always so much that though nico swallows as much as he can, it still leaks from his lips, trickling down his chin. he keeps his mouth on loki, regardless of the mess that's being made, for as long as the godling comes. it's not until the flow of come finishes that he finally pulls away, lifting a hand to swipe away come from his chin. he brings the mess to his mouth and licks it away with little kitten licks. when he's finished, he looks up at loki with the smallest of smirks. ]
[ He tugs Nico close enough to pry open those lips with a lick, kissing him hard to make up for the fact he'll need a couple of minutes as his softening dick recovers. Back on his lap, please! Chop, chop!
The involved kiss parts noisily, wet and perfect. ]
[ he climbs into that lap, taking care to spread his legs so he doesn't grind against loki's soft cock and returns the kiss with pleasure. he probably tastes of loki's seed, but doesn't care when he's warm and content in loki's lap. ]
A B-plus? Considering I haven't given a lot of blowjobs, I'll take that as a compliment.
[ A laugh meets Nico's lips, licking away the saltiness of himself like it shouldn't be there. Nico should be ... better, but it's compelling to see and smell and taste how debauched he is, anyway. ]
What else would you like to do? I'd like to spoil you, darkling.
[ Pop! goes the button on Nico's jeans, the hiss of a zipper parting around the bulge in Nico's briefs as Loki peels it down and traces over Nico's cock through a thin layer of cotton. ]
[ gasping into loki's mouth, he arches into the teasing touch. he wants more than that, of course, needing relief from how hard his cock has become since they'd started making out. and the offer to be spoiled... well, he's more than happy to take loki up on the offer.
he likes being wrecked by the godling, debauched and ruined until he's laying limp and satisfied. and it seems that's just what he'll get, considering loki can likely come two more times. ]
[ It feels like the right time to do it, honestly, knowing Nico so much better than he did before and craving the heat of his body purely because it is him, not just an attractive shell. Loki looses his hold only to run his hands up around a trim waist, cinching him closer in a cosy embrace ending in more kisses. ]
Yeah, okay. [ With green eyes half-lidded, he peers at him intently as lips brush and noses bump. ] How's the bed doing? Still broken?
[ with a quiet whine, he chases after loki's mouth, trying to get more kisses as their noses brush and he looks up into those eyes. verdant green is breathtaking and nico is sure that if he had a favorite color other than black, it would be green. all variations of it. from the emerald of loki's eyes to the stormy, sea-green of percy's. it's enough to make him grind against loki, seeking more of his touch, more of his body and nico is quick to shake his head when the bed is brought up. ]
You haven't fixed it? Lazy. [ Life is a lot easier when you're magic. ] Where've you been sleeping?
[ The brunt of Nico's grinding meets Loki's belly, abs growing taut to help brace him, and cotton briefs are sticky where they smear against his navel but the heat is too delicious to deny Nico his need. Loki gives the demigod's ass a squeeze to hold him there. Words part on wet kisses as the godling gets hard all over again. ]
[ nico is magic, but not that kind. he doesn't have the ability to will things into existence like that, so he's had to make due. fortunately, there hasn't been enough time for him to worry about it, and given he's slept in much more uncomfortable locations, he's not bothered to use the couch. which is currently still dismantled due to nico's cuddle pile building. it's comfortable with his knees on either side of loki's body, and as his ass is squeezed, he mewls softly with lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. ]
Gods- I, mm, I suppose. Gotta put the couch back together though.
[ it would be rude to leave it as is, though part of nico is too turned on to care much. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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Do you want to come in my mouth or...?
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Reaching down to give himself a few firmer strokes that stretch out the last of foreskin, rigid all the way with the tip fully exposed to Nico's darling mouth, it's a difficult life that Loki leads when he has to choose between two wonderful options. The ghost of Nico's tongue still has the godling shivering. ]
Suck it down, all of it. I want to see you drink my come the first time.
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So good, Nico, just like that ... Ah, darkling!
[ Precome grows thicker as his abdomen tightens, crunching down a smooth expanse of skin as hairless as any god ought to own. NicoNicoNico. A thumb drags over the corner of Nico's mouth, feeling out where pretty pink lips are stretched around a stiff organ. ]
Close. Make some noise if you love this.
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All the tension eases from his body and he sinks back against the couch, the floor previously uncomfortable but now a fluffy cloud. ]
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Mmm...
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The involved kiss parts noisily, wet and perfect. ]
I give it a B-plus.
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A B-plus? Considering I haven't given a lot of blowjobs, I'll take that as a compliment.
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What else would you like to do? I'd like to spoil you, darkling.
[ Pop! goes the button on Nico's jeans, the hiss of a zipper parting around the bulge in Nico's briefs as Loki peels it down and traces over Nico's cock through a thin layer of cotton. ]
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he likes being wrecked by the godling, debauched and ruined until he's laying limp and satisfied. and it seems that's just what he'll get, considering loki can likely come two more times. ]
Fuck me? I want to feel you filling me.
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Yeah, okay. [ With green eyes half-lidded, he peers at him intently as lips brush and noses bump. ] How's the bed doing? Still broken?
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You broke it just last night, remember?
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[ The brunt of Nico's grinding meets Loki's belly, abs growing taut to help brace him, and cotton briefs are sticky where they smear against his navel but the heat is too delicious to deny Nico his need. Loki gives the demigod's ass a squeeze to hold him there. Words part on wet kisses as the godling gets hard all over again. ]
Never mind. Viper's Nest, yay or nay?
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Gods- I, mm, I suppose. Gotta put the couch back together though.
[ it would be rude to leave it as is, though part of nico is too turned on to care much. ]
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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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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!
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