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[deathkid]

Nico here, except I'm not. Leave a message. ☏ ✆ ✉ ⚐ ۞

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[deathkid]

[ snorts with laughter, leaning further over to poke loki in the belly as a response to the kiss against his belly. then returns to massaging loki's scalp, slowly making his way down the godling's neck to his shoulders. ]

I'll have you know that I happen to dance a lot better than that now. I'm what goes bump (and grind) in the night.

[ikols]

I never doubted your inner jive for a second, shadowbaby.

[ The phone is dropped to one side as he stretches out, enjoying the massage. An arm reaches around, fingertips drifting up Nico's back. ]

Can I have a bite of my taco?

[deathkid]

Hm? Oh-

[ was really focused on giving that massage. but he soon reaches for the tacos and carefully lifts loki's so he can guide it to the godling's mouth. ]

Don't get anything on the bedspread unless you want to make your boyfriend buy me another.

[ikols]

[ Cue some happy chomping, licking sauces off Nico's fingers. Mmm. ]

Dick has good taste. He paid for this bed and everything? You'll have to thank him in kisses and I'll have to watch.

[deathkid]

[ makes a quite noise of his own as his fingers are licked and when they're clean, trails them along loki's jaw. ]

I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad trade off...

[ikols]

[ A hum turns into a rumble in his chest, deep and purring. Inky black lashes shutter, blinking up at Nico intermittently because he knows that noise, the one Nico makes, and he plays with his palm as a result with lips murmuring right up against it. ]

Save some smooches for me?

[deathkid]

[ it's that look that has nico's heart stuttering in his chest, making his breath catch because loki always has that affect on him. and he can't help it, leaning forward to press a kiss to loki's forehead as he hums softly and nods his head. ]

Always, caro mio.

[ikols]

[ A hand reaches up and behind Nico's head, ruffling his curls. The moment Loki can catch those soft errant lips with a real kiss, he sighs through it, content as molten gold where he melts on Nico's lap. The parting of their lips sounds loud in the quiet of the bedroom and the tip of his pointy nose rubs at Nico's warm cheek, seeking out the hollow. ]

Shadowbaby.

[deathkid]

[ when they kiss, it's slowly with nico taking care to explore loki's mouth as much as loki explores his. and when they part, nico lingers a little, tugging gently on loki's lower lip as he suckles on it. then, he brushes his own nose against the one nudging his cheek and looks up at the godling through his lashes. ]

Hmm...

[ikols]

You seem cosy. We're not even under the blankets, yet.

[ And in the middle of the romantic lull is when he starts tickling viciously up Nico's sides. No mercy. ]

[deathkid]

[ the resulting noise is caught somewhere between a squeak and a squawk as nico tries in to squirm away from those devilish fingers. ]

Loki!

[ikols]

Shh, it's late!

[ So he does his very best to wriggle down Nico and raspberry his belly too, like a complete bastard. ]

[deathkid]

[ breathless and still squirming, he pushes at loki, hoping to turn the godling onto his back and away from him. ]

Y-You're the one- The one that's-

[ikols]

Trying to ensure Percy gets a solid night's rest by quietening you down, yes!

[ Pardon Loki, he has further raspberry business underneath Nico's shirt. ]

[deathkid]

K-keeping me quiet? You call this keeping me quiet?

[ squiiiirm. sliding a leg between loki's he takes in a deep breath and then tries to flip loki on his back. whether or not it works remains to be seen. ]

[ikols]

Eep!

[ Giggling madly as he goes with the flip and kicks his legs in the air (a token protest), he grabs Nico in a cuddle to try and stop him exacting the same vengeance. ]

Lost Boy, this isn't the return your Neverland wanted!

[deathkid]

[ snickers in response, hands sliding up loki's arms until their hands meet and their fingers can entwine. he nuzzles against the godling, nose scrunched as he snuffles into loki's hair. ]

Lost boy? Would that make you Peter Pan?

[ikols]

More of a Tinkerbell, really ...

[ Long legs wrap around Nico's waist, knees drawn up under his ribs; ankles dig into his butt. Loki looks very pleased with his catch of the day (night!) as he cards back Nico's hair to see more of those handsome sloping features. ]

I even have [ gasping, turning his head to one side on the pillows for dramatic effect, ] a fairy's tinkling ding-a-ling!

[deathkid]

[ positively snorts, eyes rolling as he nips at loki's lips and jaw. his fingers laced with loki's squeeze and as ankles dig into his butt, he grinds his hips down. ]

Is that what you're calling it. Because I'll have to keep that in mind.

[ikols]

Ah ...

[ A deliberately throaty moan pours into Nico's mouth when the pressure at Loki's hips kneads him into the bed, squirming underneath him to show that he likes it and squeezing him in the circle of his legs. (Mine.) Laced fingers clutch tighter as he tips his head back, letting slowburn arousal filter in. ]

Gonna call yours the Soul Dipper 'cause it goes so deep.

[ Grinning widely. ]

[deathkid]

[ dragging his mouth and teeth in a slow-scrape along loki's neck, he hums while sucking a mark into the skin. it doesn't last, sadly, but not due to lack of effort. his hips keep moving too, dragging down against loki's crotch and twisting slightly to provide what he hopes is the perfect amount of friction. ]

Mm... is that what you want?

[ikols]

[ Arching in a sensual, shuddering wave, his head falls back on a groan. Loki grasps at Nico's hair with his free hand, keeping that gnawing mouth near the shivers Nico drags out of a sensitive throat, his body responding immediately. If he had any higher standards he might have felt ashamed, but nothing of the sort crosses his mind. ]

Yeah ...

[ A burgeoning erections ruts up hard to relieve the worst of the ache, unabashed and demanding. ]

Percy may wake up, Nico.

[deathkid]

[ lips still working at that sensitive skin, nico drags his hands down loki's chest, fingers immediately going to work at the fastens of whatever pants loki might be wearing. his mouth never strays far from where his breath draws shivers from the one beneath him and when loki poses that percy might wake up, something in nico just can't seem to find a damn. he's intent on divesting the godling of his clothing and taking until they've both had their fill. ]

So? [ he nips at skin that refuses to bruise as his own hips slide down and against the erection he can feel hardening under layers of clothing. ] Would that bother you?

[ikols]

No.

[ The breath punches out of him as Nico brushes around the waistband of pyjama slacks, rocking up insistently so that a bucking bronco would prove less trouble to ride. It may have been a few weeks since he was fucked, nothing to complain about when getting to take his beautiful boyfriend Dick but something he suddenly craves with a hunger that makes his cock stiffen all the way, widening heels falling to the bed to brace his undulating hips beneath Nico's persistent grind.

Lashes flutter as Loki inhales sharply, licking his lips. The hot blush on his neck stains the heights of his cheeks, deliciously warm. ]

Can you do it hard?

[ As a god might like. ]

[deathkid]

[ nipping now at loki's adam's apple while trying to stay pressed flush against him, nico manages a brief nod. does he care that percy might hear? for some reason, he can't find any reason to. so as loki bucks against them, making their hips collide in a way that makes him croon, he growls softly and grips loki's waist with deceptively strong hands. fingers dig in, and were loki mortal, they'd surely bruise, but he doubts loki cares if they would because the godling is asking him to do it hard and suddenly that's all nico wants. ]

Of course. [ purred against his skin as he licks his way up to that flush. his fingers shift, dragging down loki's waistband. ] Who do you think I am? Lube is in the drawer over there, next to the bed.