[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Nico is, by a lot of Loki's standards, sweet as a golden apple and twice as appealing. The way his body accepts a hard cock and conforms is the stuff of sexy legends told beneath the lights of Bi The Way, tighter than any wet cunt in the godling's memory and far more satisfying as the demigod cleaves to him out of sheer need, a counterpoint to the incredible softness the raw nails tickling Loki's chest. He grunts in reply, stealing a hungry, sloppy kiss, and slides his hands under Nico's thighs to hold him up a little. ]
'In qualche modo'? Che ne dici ... tutti la notte?
[ He holds him there as the force of his thrusts beneath Nico shifts to something faster, harder, fucking him with a thorough eye that takes in the sight of Loki's cock getting swallowed to the root on every upward roll of his hips and memorises it. The silky-hot drag, reflexive spasms rippling around the tip (making Loki gasp sharply on every descent of the boy on his lap), like Nico might be using his fist instead of his ass. ]
[ though he doesn't know the extent of it, nico knows for certain that loki has feelings for him. perhaps not the kind of love the godling has for dick, but there's something definitely there which fills nico with warmth and makes him feel like he has a sense of belonging. not that he's thinking about any of that right now. instead, he's thinking about the way loki's cock rubs inside him, irresistibly hard and nudging against the place inside him that makes him see stars. a cry passes his lips and he whines again, nodding in response to loki's query. ]
[ it's getting harder to think with the way firm thighs rock upward to crash against his ass, driving loki ever into him. but the words come easily, smoothly, and with a tremble in his voice because he's drawing ever, perilously close to his climax. loki does this every time, always has this affect on him, and it leaves him feeling delirious, his mind spinning. his body is like a vice, hot and slick and tight around loki's dick and nico wants nothing more than to make loki come within him, the godling emptying himself deep within nico. ]
[ Beautiful too, Loki's laughter shudders right into his lover as he fucks him smoothly now that they have their niche. He returns a little control, sinking backwards so that his wiry partner can blanket him if he wants to and ride him to his own rhythm, the squeeze of that youthful ass milking out shivers from the immortal. The sound of their joining is lewd, flesh smacking on flesh, and he adores it.
A sigh peels up through his throat, lashes fluttering. Pale hips shunt with a brutal, short-lived pace that rubs his cockhead over the same sweet spot that keeps Nico whining before Loki reins in his urges, most of his existence narrowing down to the urge to stuff Nico full of his cock. His lip curls in what would be a sneer without his self-control on the brink, and he gives up on Italian to speak in English through a thicker-than-normal, harsh Asgardian accent.
His grip must be leaving bruises on Nico's hips, by now. ]
Let me come inside you ... ?
[ As easily as he could feign being too romantically far gone to ask, he keeps the issue of consent a keen, bright silver light in his head at all times. Nico deserves the decency, the thoughtfulness, and even if he denied Loki his wants on the verge of orgasm, his voice would be respected enough to be heard. ]
[ it's true. when nico speaks in his native language, it's so much easier to be filthy, to speak using debauched words. probably because he knows so few people can understand him. the fact that his lovers occasionally can, and often respond to him during sex only succeeds in making him want to use it more. but somehow, trying to speak that way in english always seems like a challenge. he gets too flustered, his pale skin turning rosy with each uttered word. but maybe there's benefit in that too, because loki seems to like making him blush.
which he does now, the current rosy tint in his high, italian cheeks darkens significantly and he drags his fingers down loki's chest, gripping firm muscles so he can take over the pace loki originally set. with strong but slender legs, he rides the godling's cock, shifting angles when necessary with rolls and twists of his hips. when loki asks to come inside him, he quickly nods, wanting nothing more than to feel the overwhelming sensation of him being filled to he brim. he grips his own cock, too, stroking it quickly as he begins to feel his body tighten like a coil. he's about to snap and it takes only another slight roll of his hips to have the head of loki's cock once again grinding against his postrate, casting explosions behind his eyelids as he comes. as usual, loki's name is on his lips like a prayer. ]
[ Nico wants him, right down to the heartbeat squeezing Loki's cock as the clever, sweet boy on his lap starts to jerk off and come between them. Cleaving to him, he drags Nico down so the spill paints his chest and he can fuck him as hard as he pleases, stuffing him full over and over until it's too much, Nico is too pretty and his ass is too wet and tight and oh ...
He doesn't make as much noise as he throbs his way to completion, buried as deep as he can go, balls grinding against soft skin. Tension laces through him almost like whiplash, the tendons on Loki's neck standing out with taut shudders ripping though him from hip to hand. A palm plants in the small of Nico's sweaty back to hold him there, press him down and keep him where he always ought to be, and Loki shivers as he draws in his first unsteady breath, grinding in languid relief. ]
[ it takes a little longer for nico's own orgasm to subside, the shaking and trembling making him tighten and release around loki. the rush still sings in his veins, making him feel like jello and the best part is, loki can probably go another round.
as the pounding, rushing sound in his ears begins to fade, he releases a shaky breath of his own. if he'd knowing that making love to a god would have this much of an affect on him, he'd probably have done it sooner, though perhaps probably not with any of the gods of his family. with loki, it's perfect. loki makes him feel wanted and needed, plus always makes him come when they touch. the way loki makes him feel is a bit delirious, but in the best way possible, and nico never wants to lose this. ]
Loki-
[ still breathless, he presses a kiss to the corner of loki's mouth, small and kittenish, and then squirms a little atop the cock still buried inside him. ]
[ He loves to kiss him. Like an icy breath after exiting a stuffy room, Nico's mouth smooching sweetly at the corner of Loki's own is a relief he can't begin to describe; so he doesn't.
Loki slides sideways and flops on the couch, bracing a boot against the armrest as he continues to fuck Nico without relent. Never too hard or unforgiving, just enough to be steady and work his own come out of the demigod with lewd, slick noises, skin slapping skin. A hand guides the dip in Nico's spine to indent with the help of gravity so that every thrust can rub his sweet spot raw while Loki kisses his name off swollen lips.
May as well make the most of his persistent erection. ]
[ by this stage, as usual, there's little nico can do but ride out the sensations as he's fucked. the persistent hardness rocking so deep inside him, ever hitting his prostate, ensures that he never stops trembling from a combination of arousal and pleasure. were he a regular mortal, he might have passed out by now, exhaustion tugging at his senses. as it is, his body is half godly and it's this part of him that keeps him from losing consciousness and even allows him to continue responding. being young also helps, meaning his stamina, while not the stamina of a god, is certainly enough to keep up for now.
and he does, though he's grateful that loki has brought them to a laying position, because that means loki is doing most of the work. occasionally, he does grind back, ensuring both loki's cock and balls are stimulated as their bodies meet. ever grinding back so that while loki is doing most of the work, nico isn't laying there like a fish (he's never been the type to let someone do everything for him). eventually, it's all enough to get him hard again, but clearly not as hard as before. of course, this is only the second time he's been taken tonight, unlike the first night they'd made love, but the events of the past couple of days have been a burden, leaving him feeling the exhaustion seeping into his bones. ]
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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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[ 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 ...
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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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'In qualche modo'? Che ne dici ... tutti la notte?
[ He holds him there as the force of his thrusts beneath Nico shifts to something faster, harder, fucking him with a thorough eye that takes in the sight of Loki's cock getting swallowed to the root on every upward roll of his hips and memorises it. The silky-hot drag, reflexive spasms rippling around the tip (making Loki gasp sharply on every descent of the boy on his lap), like Nico might be using his fist instead of his ass. ]
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Si! Sempre! dammi il cazzo per tutta la notte...
[ it's getting harder to think with the way firm thighs rock upward to crash against his ass, driving loki ever into him. but the words come easily, smoothly, and with a tremble in his voice because he's drawing ever, perilously close to his climax. loki does this every time, always has this affect on him, and it leaves him feeling delirious, his mind spinning. his body is like a vice, hot and slick and tight around loki's dick and nico wants nothing more than to make loki come within him, the godling emptying himself deep within nico. ]
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[ Beautiful too, Loki's laughter shudders right into his lover as he fucks him smoothly now that they have their niche. He returns a little control, sinking backwards so that his wiry partner can blanket him if he wants to and ride him to his own rhythm, the squeeze of that youthful ass milking out shivers from the immortal. The sound of their joining is lewd, flesh smacking on flesh, and he adores it.
A sigh peels up through his throat, lashes fluttering. Pale hips shunt with a brutal, short-lived pace that rubs his cockhead over the same sweet spot that keeps Nico whining before Loki reins in his urges, most of his existence narrowing down to the urge to stuff Nico full of his cock. His lip curls in what would be a sneer without his self-control on the brink, and he gives up on Italian to speak in English through a thicker-than-normal, harsh Asgardian accent.
His grip must be leaving bruises on Nico's hips, by now. ]
Let me come inside you ... ?
[ As easily as he could feign being too romantically far gone to ask, he keeps the issue of consent a keen, bright silver light in his head at all times. Nico deserves the decency, the thoughtfulness, and even if he denied Loki his wants on the verge of orgasm, his voice would be respected enough to be heard. ]
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which he does now, the current rosy tint in his high, italian cheeks darkens significantly and he drags his fingers down loki's chest, gripping firm muscles so he can take over the pace loki originally set. with strong but slender legs, he rides the godling's cock, shifting angles when necessary with rolls and twists of his hips. when loki asks to come inside him, he quickly nods, wanting nothing more than to feel the overwhelming sensation of him being filled to he brim. he grips his own cock, too, stroking it quickly as he begins to feel his body tighten like a coil. he's about to snap and it takes only another slight roll of his hips to have the head of loki's cock once again grinding against his postrate, casting explosions behind his eyelids as he comes. as usual, loki's name is on his lips like a prayer. ]
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He doesn't make as much noise as he throbs his way to completion, buried as deep as he can go, balls grinding against soft skin. Tension laces through him almost like whiplash, the tendons on Loki's neck standing out with taut shudders ripping though him from hip to hand. A palm plants in the small of Nico's sweaty back to hold him there, press him down and keep him where he always ought to be, and Loki shivers as he draws in his first unsteady breath, grinding in languid relief. ]
Shadowbaby ...
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as the pounding, rushing sound in his ears begins to fade, he releases a shaky breath of his own. if he'd knowing that making love to a god would have this much of an affect on him, he'd probably have done it sooner, though perhaps probably not with any of the gods of his family. with loki, it's perfect. loki makes him feel wanted and needed, plus always makes him come when they touch. the way loki makes him feel is a bit delirious, but in the best way possible, and nico never wants to lose this. ]
Loki-
[ still breathless, he presses a kiss to the corner of loki's mouth, small and kittenish, and then squirms a little atop the cock still buried inside him. ]
You're amazing...
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Loki slides sideways and flops on the couch, bracing a boot against the armrest as he continues to fuck Nico without relent. Never too hard or unforgiving, just enough to be steady and work his own come out of the demigod with lewd, slick noises, skin slapping skin. A hand guides the dip in Nico's spine to indent with the help of gravity so that every thrust can rub his sweet spot raw while Loki kisses his name off swollen lips.
May as well make the most of his persistent erection. ]
You're cute.
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and he does, though he's grateful that loki has brought them to a laying position, because that means loki is doing most of the work. occasionally, he does grind back, ensuring both loki's cock and balls are stimulated as their bodies meet. ever grinding back so that while loki is doing most of the work, nico isn't laying there like a fish (he's never been the type to let someone do everything for him). eventually, it's all enough to get him hard again, but clearly not as hard as before. of course, this is only the second time he's been taken tonight, unlike the first night they'd made love, but the events of the past couple of days have been a burden, leaving him feeling the exhaustion seeping into his bones. ]
Gods- Do, uhn- Do I feel good?