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[deathkid]

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

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[deathkid]

[ opens his mouth to speak but when he realizes that loki is actually changing one of percy's dvds, but figures "oh well" and goes along with it. payback for the "bonerking" incident. taking the disc, he sets up the film, grabs some pillows from his room, along with his duvet, and then scurries to the kitchen for plates and napkins. when he returns, he throws the couch cushions on the floor to sit on and drags the coffee table close enough for them to eat off ]

[ikols]

[ Loki heads over to the pizza delivery girl, tipping her fifty darian. He returns to the lounge in his hoodie and jeans with a piece of paper waving from his fingers, pleased to find Nico has succeeded in making them a nest. ]

Got her number! I think she was being nice because of the tip. [ So the number ignites with green flames and burns itself out. He kneels down next to Nico, inhaling greedily as the boxes open. ] This is exactly how I spent my nights with Verity back home, only we would have a documentary on.

[deathkid]

Will and I got a chance to do this a couple times before Apollo showed up. I usually had to bribe the Stoll twins to get me movies. Will always insisted I needed to get caught up with modern movies. [ scoots over to make room for loki and then raises his eyebrows. ] How much did you tip her?

[ikols]

A bit extra. She had a nice smile and even wore the silly company cap.

[ Should have given her more, really. Munching away, he slouches against Nico's side. If Loki compartmentalises, and he does, it's with severe efficiency; the events of the morning and previous evening seem a million miles away from his mind as he placidly watches an old movie. ]

What did Will make you watch?

[deathkid]

Huh. [ shrugs, snagging a piece to munch on as he considers pizza delivery people and their hats for a few seconds. then, swallowing, he shrugs. ]

History stuff, mostly. Those seventy years went by really fast for me, like a week, but so much happened. I wasn't surprised that my siblings lost the second world war, though.

[ikols]

Your ... ? Nico, that's wild.

[ Giving him The Eye, trying not to burst out laughing because Holy Odin's Eyeball. ]

[deathkid]

[ a brief nod as he takes another bite of his pizza. ]

Pretty much. Father said my siblings were on the losing side. I didn't know at the time, of course.

[ikols]

I didn't think you would.

[ An arm snakes around Nico to tug him closer, with Loki's softer side on show as he nuzzles a pizza-y kiss on Nico's cheek. The way the teenager fits into Loki's embrace is more than a little addictive. ]

[deathkid]

Well, I was only ten. Mother and Father kept us away from all that.

[ a hum as he's kissed, scooting closer to return them. he's not bothered by the way loki's breath smells of garlic and pepperoni, instead finding being close to the godling just as addictive. ]

[ikols]

Good parenting, briefly.

[ The pepperonilic assault continues for a few more kisses, stealing one off plump pink lips before he slouches to watch more of the movie. Fingertips brush idly up and down the arm on Nico's other side as Loki hugs him, craving contact. ]

Do you ever want to be a dad? In the far, far future I mean, with Will.

[deathkid]

You mean have kids of my own?

[ a pause as he considers this. if he's honest, he's never give much thought to the future. mostly because he knows demigods rarely live that long. but if he were... ]

I guess I never thought about it. But... I suppose if things worked out with him, we could adopt. There are a lot of demigod kids that lose their parents for one reason or another.

[ another pause ]

I don't know how good of a dad I'd be, though. The older a demigod gets, the more dangerous their lives become. I wouldn't want to put a child at risk because of that.

[ikols]

What if you and Will made a life here, where I could help protect you?

[ An honest offer, peering at him as he chews his new slice. ]

[deathkid]

[ considers this. it wouldn't be too different from living in new rome he supposes. he'd be leaving people behind but that would be the same regardless of where he went. ]

I... guess if he came and was okay with that. You'd really do that, wouldn't you?

[ikols]

Yes, of course. Then I'd protect your child's child, and so on. Because of you.

[ Here, have a nibble of his pizza, as if he's talking about the weather. ]

[deathkid]

Loki...

[ it's hard to express his gratitude at the thought, so he leans over and presses a soft, slow kiss to loki's cheek. ]

[ikols]

[ His fingertips walk up Nico's arm to re-bury in his hair, sifting through as Loki turns his head for a similar kiss but from Nico's lips. Just as slow, just as soft, watching the flutter of eyelashes while cradling his head. ]

You taste ... of barbecue.

[ Waggling his brows, wow such romance. ]

[deathkid]

[ nico doesn't ask for romance though. and he's happy with what he gets from loki, smiling slightly as he scrunches his nose. ]

Better than funeral flowers.

[ muttered as he brushes his mouth against loki's again, lips parting to encourage a deeper kiss. ]

[ikols]

I liked the f— nmph.

[ If his tongue could be counted as an extra limb with the way it slip-slides into Nico's hot little mouth, that wouldn't be inaccurate; his tongue is more suited to drive men wild than any other appendage the godling sports, in a variety of ways. Lashing at soft walls and scooping away the saltiness of bread, no corner of the kiss goes unfucked as Loki's cool lips seek the grinding burn of Nico's to hold it open and delve deeper. At some point he brushes away whatever remains in their hands of the pizza and tugs at a slight pair of hips, guiding him onto his lap and the semi-hard bump beneath his jeans that may have been there a while, unnoticed.

The kiss breaks with a wet smack, panting shallow and hard with want. Things with Nico are relatively simple, loving while they can without ardent promises to get in the way. Good friends with even better benefits. ]

When are your housemates due back?

[deathkid]

[ breathing shakily after a kiss like that, nico's chest rises and falls rapidly. he always feels a bit overwhelmed when loki kisses him like that, driving him a bit wild and making him feel oh so wanted. desire wells within him and he notes the semi-hardness upon which his body has settled. the slightest shift of his hips brings their bodies more in line and he mewls at the friction.

with fingers sinking into loki's hair, he licks his lips and then glances at the door to the apartment. since the disaster of percy walking in on him and since percy had told annabeth about their kiss, the three housemates seem to have been avoiding each other. it helps that their work helps keep them from seeing the other occupants of the house. and judging by the time now, nico figures he and loki have plenty of time to take advantage of their relationship's benefits. ]

Not until later tonight. Percy's at work and... I'm pretty sure Annabeth is avoiding me.

[ikols]

Whyever would she do that?

[ Not that he cares about Annabeth's problems as much as he wants to spoil Nico with pretty words, hips rolling a burgeoning erection right up behind Nico's balls. The friction of frottage through their clothing makes the grind all the sweeter as he aches for more, restraining himself by pawing up Nico's stomach and flicking a thumb over a nipple. He can kiss him so easily like this as lips bump, even with Nico on the higher ground. ]

Tell me your woes and I'll make you come, darkling.

[ He's nosy but nice like that. ]

[deathkid]

[ a gasp falls into loki's mouth as they kiss again, the grinding making him harder still, enough that he very nearly whines. under loki's touch, he can feel his skin and cheeks warm, the flicking of a nipple making it harden. again, he rolls his hips and all but whimpers when their bodies meet in the most perfect alignment for them both. ]

Oh-! Probably because, mmn, because Percy and I kissed.

[ikols]

Do you think he liked it, just a little?

[ A rumbles starts in his chest as Nico rides him, the palming of a slim torso sipping south to squeeze him in his jeans; more of those whimpers would be good. Nico coming in his pants like the teen he is would be better, so that becomes Loki's goal. The cool slide of an agile tongue finds Nico's ear, slithering around the soft shell before briefly dipping in sensually, sibilant as a snake. ]

Speak up honestly, sweetheart.

[deathkid]

[ this time, he groans when loki's fingers squeeze him through the fabric of his jeans, making him buck into the touch. he'd much rather be naked with loki grinding up into him, filling him, but there's also something appealing about riding loki like this, finding purchase on loki's shoulders with a firm grip while his hips continue moving.

he doesn't really want to think about percy while he's practically getting fucked by loki, but this too as an appeal. ]

Gods- He, umn, he kissed me back-

[ikols]

Naughty boys. He must have wanted you for a split-second, hm? Sounds promising.

[ With an arm wrapping around Nico's back and the same hand cupping his nape, knuckles wreathed in black curls, he keeps Nico comfortably ensconced at close quarters, barely a hair's breadth away from kissing. He'll make him come, sure, but in Loki's own time. A slight tangent takes his curiosity as he watches Nico, thumbing at his restrained cockhead in circles. ]

When was the first moment you knew you were gay? Of what did you dream when you thought of a man's body? Feeling his hardness rubbing against your belly, between your cheeks, burning down your throat? Did you think about playing with someone else's hard cock, Nico? Did you wonder how big one could be? Aimless and eager daydreams of a restless virgin ...

[ Purring against an Adam's apple, Loki's melodic voice vibrates through Nico's throat. ]

I'll let you play with me, if you want.

[deathkid]

[ a shudder runs down nico's spine and he can feel his clothed cock begin to leak precome. it smears on the inside of his underwear, soon wetting it and making the combination of friction and slick heat intensify. he whimpers, imagining the awkward if warm kiss he shared with percy. combined with the way loki voices a few of the fantasies he'd had when he was younger, he gets dangerously close to coming then and there. sheer willpower prevents him, wanting to wait until he gets more. and he's sure that loki has plans too, interesting ones as he usually does. ]

Loki, I- I knew the first time I met Percy. He was standing there on the cliff, protecting me and my sister. Gods, and when I was on my own, I could never stop thinking about kissing him, feeling him hard and pressed against me. That was the first time I- That I-

[ a sharp, abrupt cry makes his adam's apple bob against loki's mouth as he continues rutting against the godling. ]

Nng, please.