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𝐍𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝐀𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘 (sᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅᴇs) ([personal profile] deathkid) wrote2020-09-04 09:53 am
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Nico here, except I'm not.
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ikols: like a young god (but do you feel)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-01 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
ikols: a dangerous cipher in the quiet (i'm a shadow creeper)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-02 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
ikols: like a river run dry (your heart ain't black)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-02 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
ikols: without me tonight (don't fall asleep)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-02 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
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 ...
ikols: one drop should be enough (for a spell that can't be broken)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-07 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
Edited 2017-01-07 20:27 (UTC)
ikols: looking for a cheap thrill (dimming headlights)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Nico, your mouth is filthy ...

[ 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. ]
Edited 2017-01-08 19:40 (UTC)
ikols: one drop should be enough (for a spell that can't be broken)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-10 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]


Shadowbaby ...
ikols: i am the wild (witness me old man)

[personal profile] ikols 2017-01-14 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]


You're cute.