[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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!
[ 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. ]
[ 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!
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ The length of his cock rubs hotly against Nico's belly seeking relief the moment Loki's slacks are shoved down, the godling biting his lip as he bucks and moans. It feels so good and Nico is much stronger than he remembers from when the tables were turned, arousal throbbing through his lower half to keep it plastered up against him. He wishes he could bruise, wanting the proof of this to last, but will have to settle for a sore ass instead (the bedside drawer flies open when he gestures to it with an unsteady hand as the thought crosses his mind).
With the contents of the drawer in mid-air, floating in a limning green glow, bits and pieces tear off here and there until the lube darts into Loki's outstretched hand. He snatches it up, uncaps the tube, and shoves it at Nico. It's a distraction to try and coordinate anything when squirming like a slut, already wet for him as his dick smears thick precome between navels, the demigod can do the rest.
With that hand free, he tugs Nico down by the chin for a hard, filthy kiss, nipping at lips and tongue alike, noisy with want. ]
I want you to fuck me like I'm yours, don't hold back. Your boyfriend.
[ for the briefest second in history, nico hesitates. not because he doesn't want to take loki or even that he's worried about being overheard. it's more to do with the way what loki says floods his stomach with flittering, skeletal butterflies as warmth settles in his chest. it's also because his mind centers on that phrase, your boyfriend when the part of his brain not devoted to fucking loki into the mattress recalls that they both have boyfriends who are currently somewhere else. whatever guilt he might have doesn't last long, though. it's gone in that same instant as he grabs the lube and tugs the cap off with his teeth before their lips meet in a messy kiss.
groaning, nico is quick to divest himself and loki of the rest of their clothing. he's just as eager as loki is and his cock is just as hard as it rubs against loki's length and between their bodies when he grips loki's hips again with one hand and tugs him into position. from there, it's a matter of ensuring loki is prepped enough before he's taken because while nico is definitely planning on fucking loki as hard as the godling requests (as if he were will, as if he were percy), he doesn't want to hurt him (if that's even possible).
so he starts slow, smearing lube all around loki's hole before sliding in a finger. his thumb rubs against loki's perineum and he uses his free hand to grip a long leg and tug it into place. ]
[ Soft laughter huffs out under his breath throughout the hasty divesting of useless clothes, making a menace of himself as he paws and scratches at Nico to make his job harder (haha) as he gets started. Not that Loki, flushed with the success of a lie that briefly, in Nico's bed tonight, is their own reality, but because Nico wants it too. He's a better person than Loki, nothing could convince him to buy into the scenario if he wasn't just as parched to taste it, however briefly.
Being wanted that much curdles knots of pleasure that only unwind at the behest of the demigod's practiced touch, the cock on Loki's belly jumping whenever he tenses. Twisting and arching his lithe frame, the knee draped over Nico's shoulder squeezes, digging a heel into his back when stimulated from within and without. It might say something later that Loki craves the emotional importance that others inspire in Nico of their own accord, but that's a subject for later.
The lie is sweet like too much cake wolfed down at once, making his head spin where he peers up with reflective cat-eyes from the depths of Nico's pillows, riding his finger. No other Asgardian would gorge like this. ]
[ the laugh, as well as the digging in of a heel into his shoulder blade draws another low growl from nico. gazing down at those luminescent eyes, his own darken and a fire springs to life deep within their colorless depths. like that of a madman, but nico is not insane (depending on who you ask). rather, he's entranced and enthralled, his mouth almost watering thanks to how tight loki feels around just his finger. when adds a second, he leans forward, nearly folding loki in half in order to find smooth lips and a silver tongue that he might press his own to.
a third finger follows the second and soon enough, he's giving loki a taste of what's to come. his digits slide hard and fast into the godling, as deep as they can possibly go before he drags long, callused fingertips out again, taking care to drag them along loki's inner walls. ]
More than anything?
[ his breath hitches and he has to swallow hard. tempted as he is to grip his own cock and stroke it, he abstains if only to prolong everything as well as save himself for when he buries his dick within the godling. ]
Like the slow melting of ice in cold spring sunshine, you undo me a little by moments with but one outcome. A cold burn when we fuck, it will last so long.
[ An ordinarily smooth Silvertongue is reduced to rasping when Nico pumps him full of methodical, insistent fingers, mouth hanging open on harsher breaths. Hands brace against the ornate headboard of the bed and he digs his heels into Nico and the bed as he spreads his thighs to accommodate his lover's weight, letting Nico watch the sight of a godling spread out underneath him, the smooth-skinned owner of lasciviously rolling hips actively encouraging him to be as rough as he pleases. He could ride him like this for a long time, burning with pleasure and endurance. ]
Won't my Shadowbaby fuck me now? Will he not stuff me full of his pretty cock that I long to suck on? Why does he not already fill me with his seed?
[ Teases lilt on an older vernacular as Loki smirks, trying and failing to appear as innocently bewildered as he sounds. ]
[ withdrawing his fingers from loki's body, he catches both firm thighs to keep them in place over his shoulders as he lines himself up. for a few seconds, the head of his cock rubs against loki, gliding up to smear precome against loki's sac before stuttering down again to rim his entrance. it's payback for the teasing, in a way, though nico is hardly annoyed by the pretty words the godling speaks.
when he pushes in, it's slow going at first, just until the head of his cock disappears behind the tight ring of muscle. then, the initial thrust comes, hard and fast until he's seated all the way inside loki and can lean forward enough to nip at talented lips. ]
You know, you could probably give Apollo a run for his money with such pretty poetry.
[ spoken with lowered lashes and a grin that is as lascivious as the rolling of loki's hips. his own undulate slowly, just enough to grind the head of his cock inside loki's body before he begins pulling back and thrusting back in. just as hard and rough as loki wants. ]
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Always, caro mio.
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Shadowbaby.
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Hmm...
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[ And in the middle of the romantic lull is when he starts tickling viciously up Nico's sides. No mercy. ]
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Loki!
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[ So he does his very best to wriggle down Nico and raspberry his belly too, like a complete bastard. ]
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Y-You're the one- The one that's-
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[ Pardon Loki, he has further raspberry business underneath Nico's shirt. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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!
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Lost boy? Would that make you Peter Pan?
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[ 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!
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Is that what you're calling it. Because I'll have to keep that in mind.
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[ 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. ]
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Mm... is that what you want?
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Yeah ...
[ A burgeoning erections ruts up hard to relieve the worst of the ache, unabashed and demanding. ]
Percy may wake up, Nico.
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ The length of his cock rubs hotly against Nico's belly seeking relief the moment Loki's slacks are shoved down, the godling biting his lip as he bucks and moans. It feels so good and Nico is much stronger than he remembers from when the tables were turned, arousal throbbing through his lower half to keep it plastered up against him. He wishes he could bruise, wanting the proof of this to last, but will have to settle for a sore ass instead (the bedside drawer flies open when he gestures to it with an unsteady hand as the thought crosses his mind).
With the contents of the drawer in mid-air, floating in a limning green glow, bits and pieces tear off here and there until the lube darts into Loki's outstretched hand. He snatches it up, uncaps the tube, and shoves it at Nico. It's a distraction to try and coordinate anything when squirming like a slut, already wet for him as his dick smears thick precome between navels, the demigod can do the rest.
With that hand free, he tugs Nico down by the chin for a hard, filthy kiss, nipping at lips and tongue alike, noisy with want. ]
I want you to fuck me like I'm yours, don't hold back. Your boyfriend.
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groaning, nico is quick to divest himself and loki of the rest of their clothing. he's just as eager as loki is and his cock is just as hard as it rubs against loki's length and between their bodies when he grips loki's hips again with one hand and tugs him into position. from there, it's a matter of ensuring loki is prepped enough before he's taken because while nico is definitely planning on fucking loki as hard as the godling requests (as if he were will, as if he were percy), he doesn't want to hurt him (if that's even possible).
so he starts slow, smearing lube all around loki's hole before sliding in a finger. his thumb rubs against loki's perineum and he uses his free hand to grip a long leg and tug it into place. ]
Loki- Fuck. Didn't you know? You already are.
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Being wanted that much curdles knots of pleasure that only unwind at the behest of the demigod's practiced touch, the cock on Loki's belly jumping whenever he tenses. Twisting and arching his lithe frame, the knee draped over Nico's shoulder squeezes, digging a heel into his back when stimulated from within and without. It might say something later that Loki craves the emotional importance that others inspire in Nico of their own accord, but that's a subject for later.
The lie is sweet like too much cake wolfed down at once, making his head spin where he peers up with reflective cat-eyes from the depths of Nico's pillows, riding his finger. No other Asgardian would gorge like this. ]
I need you, Nico, need you more than anything ...
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a third finger follows the second and soon enough, he's giving loki a taste of what's to come. his digits slide hard and fast into the godling, as deep as they can possibly go before he drags long, callused fingertips out again, taking care to drag them along loki's inner walls. ]
More than anything?
[ his breath hitches and he has to swallow hard. tempted as he is to grip his own cock and stroke it, he abstains if only to prolong everything as well as save himself for when he buries his dick within the godling. ]
Tell me.
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[ An ordinarily smooth Silvertongue is reduced to rasping when Nico pumps him full of methodical, insistent fingers, mouth hanging open on harsher breaths. Hands brace against the ornate headboard of the bed and he digs his heels into Nico and the bed as he spreads his thighs to accommodate his lover's weight, letting Nico watch the sight of a godling spread out underneath him, the smooth-skinned owner of lasciviously rolling hips actively encouraging him to be as rough as he pleases. He could ride him like this for a long time, burning with pleasure and endurance. ]
Won't my Shadowbaby fuck me now? Will he not stuff me full of his pretty cock that I long to suck on? Why does he not already fill me with his seed?
[ Teases lilt on an older vernacular as Loki smirks, trying and failing to appear as innocently bewildered as he sounds. ]
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when he pushes in, it's slow going at first, just until the head of his cock disappears behind the tight ring of muscle. then, the initial thrust comes, hard and fast until he's seated all the way inside loki and can lean forward enough to nip at talented lips. ]
You know, you could probably give Apollo a run for his money with such pretty poetry.
[ spoken with lowered lashes and a grin that is as lascivious as the rolling of loki's hips. his own undulate slowly, just enough to grind the head of his cock inside loki's body before he begins pulling back and thrusting back in. just as hard and rough as loki wants. ]
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