( closed ) you know i'm not a saint
Who: loki
ikols & peter parker
kindofamazing
What: smut, relationship biz
When: valentine's day
Where: loki's apartment
Content Warnings: hot tottie awooga 3:)
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What: smut, relationship biz
When: valentine's day
Where: loki's apartment
Content Warnings: hot tottie awooga 3:)
[ After a conversation early in the hours of Valentine's Day, Loki spends his time doing some rare housekeeping with the intention of it paying off later. Peter will see, hopefully, that Loki can be attentive and thoughtful, this being such a sensitive subject they have only briefly and jokingly covered so far, and that Loki is willing to listen if he has changed his mind. Still, he changes the bedsheets, making sure some towels are stashed in a drawer, lube is nearby on the dresser where a jug of water and two glasses stand.
More than anything, Loki doesn't want Peter to feel beholden to his curiosity and the fact he spends time cooking him a nice dinner (as Peter always yowls about enjoying home-cooked food so much) attempts to convey that. It's not as if Loki expects Peter to swing in and to ravish him on the spot: they have dinner, a movie is on the title-screen, and they can relax first. The water is hot in case Peter wishes to shower after sweating in his suit all day (although Loki sincerely doesn't mind that).
The scene awaiting Peter is therefore carefully cultivated to put him at ease.
Loki has a tea-towel over a shoulder as he serves up their meal, a hearty steak and veg, music playing lowkey. It isn't often at all that he feels the urge to do anything domestic or selfless but Peter has him eager in waves, keen to please. He texts him to see what the ETA is on his spider-person. ]
dinner is ready whenever you are, spider-manz
More than anything, Loki doesn't want Peter to feel beholden to his curiosity and the fact he spends time cooking him a nice dinner (as Peter always yowls about enjoying home-cooked food so much) attempts to convey that. It's not as if Loki expects Peter to swing in and to ravish him on the spot: they have dinner, a movie is on the title-screen, and they can relax first. The water is hot in case Peter wishes to shower after sweating in his suit all day (although Loki sincerely doesn't mind that).
The scene awaiting Peter is therefore carefully cultivated to put him at ease.
Loki has a tea-towel over a shoulder as he serves up their meal, a hearty steak and veg, music playing lowkey. It isn't often at all that he feels the urge to do anything domestic or selfless but Peter has him eager in waves, keen to please. He texts him to see what the ETA is on his spider-person. ]
dinner is ready whenever you are, spider-manz
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[ He can support him with one arm, shifting Peter onto a thigh so he can get the front of his pants snug against Loki's hip for a firm grind, slower than before so that Loki can watch the pink rise up that webbed collar and tint the shells of ears. He obeys any tugging on his hair, scraping his teeth over tendons and kissing them better a moment later, tongue trailing up behind an ear. ]
I like it when you're hot and bothered in this suit, you're the loveliest thing.
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Typically someone on par with his own strength or stronger would be a real cause for concern for Peter, given the context he's usually encountering that sort of thing, but here, with Loki, it's a brand of exhilarating that he should probably feel a kind of shame about. Maybe he does. Maybe it just burns away with the heat rising from his body as he tries to gain a bit more of a foothold and instead just pushes and grinds his hips against his lover to add to that friction.]
You get me too worked up in the suit and you're getting the dry-cleaning bill.
[Not that it's a real concern for either one of them--provided credit cards or magic, it doesn't actually matter in the end.
Peter's hand flexes beneath Loki's grasp, eyes drifting briefly toward the hand pinning him in place as he tests just a little, pushes back against the weight there, just to see what happens.]
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[ He grins wickedly, laughing into a kiss he steals all lips and slow tongues. Feeling the way Peter tests Loki's hold, he lets him shove a little then with every ounce of strength (that he never admits to having) calmly forces Peter's wrist right against the wall where it isn't allowed to move.
Loki's lips ghost along Peter's jaw, catching on stubble. Choice is a kink he toys with lightly, experimenting for Peter's sake to see what he likes, light and playful with a note of curiosity. ]
Pretty little hero, in the clutches of the supervillain. Now you'll have to give in and let me ravish you in my lair, Mister Spider ... you can't go anywhere.
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There's also not a second attempt to push Loki away, not even as a test. It's something worth knowing, in the abstract, that again the inevitable liar is surprisingly truthful, at least as far as telling Peter he can hold his own is concerned.]
This counts is a lair? Where's the shark tank and the tall-backed spinning chair? [Apparently there isn't a full-body shudder that can contain the quipping yet.]
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I had to make room for a bigger bed.
[ He releases Peter from being pinned but keeps him in his arms, hands hoisting him playfully higher as Loki carries him toward the bedroom. Those shudders would be better served on blankets he has decided, nuzzling Peter's neck above a rubbery collar. ]
I never tell you often enough how much I adore you. Your soft skin, your doe eyes ...
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He doesn't cling to Loki like a panicked cat, through the temptation is certainly there and scratching away at the back of his mind just a little bit, though it does abruptly snag on something Loki says as he leans back to look vaguely scandalised.]
Doe--?! I'm not a-- Like Bambi? I'm not like Bambi! [Processing...] Wait, in an adorable kind of way, a "it's hunting season" kind of way, or creepy crypid kinda way, because there's a lot of range there.
[And sure, he might just be letting his hand sneak around to finger-creep his way under Loki's shirt. Misdirection and all that.]
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A little bit of each, to be fair.
[ The bed looms cosy and morning-tossed, hardly made, and he tips Peter back onto it with a grin, crawling up between his legs to guide one around his hip. He draws in close for a slow, fond kiss, letting his hips sink forward to the same pull of tongue so that everything boils down to mouths and cocks and beautiful, beautiful brunettes with sticky fingers. ]
Peter, darling, [ a rumble of desire deepens Loki's voice an octave, ] I want you naked in the next ten seconds or I'm tearing apart your suit.
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Which is probably for best for all involved because the moment Loki's weight lays upon him, Peter's hands find the Asgardian's sides in long, adoring strokes that hook an appreciative grip upon his hips to apply a satisfying, intimate mutual sway that pulls a hot sigh from Peter's lips before it melts into a soft chuckle before he reluctantly encourages Loki to sit back with some gentle encouragement from his hands pushing up.
It's in the service of meeting that request though--fingers finding the entry points to his suit to peel the material back like he's pulling off a layer of blue and red paint that's been applied to his slender, athletic form. Funnily enough, it's a pretty swift affair to get naked when you know a suit like that inside and out. And he knows it well enough that tossing it to the side when he's done wriggling and squirming his way out won't cause it any harm before he reaches toward Loki again with a kind of subdued greediness.]
Do I get to make the same threat toward your outfit, or you going to magic it away for me?
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He smiles and his clothes appropriately turn to smoke, leaving him bare as he brings one of Peter's hands up to buss a kiss over his knuckles. ]
My clothes exist at your leisure, dear.
[ Manners are briefly buried as he gets between Peter's legs and bows him back down to the bed for a kiss rougher than before, demanding in the way Loki groans to feel Peter naked against him, gorgeous and wonderful and all his, touching him everywhere just to feel the warm strength in his arms and abs and chest, long legs like a cradle for a god. His lovely sweet spider, deserving of all the love Loki can provide. ]
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This particular brand of energy virtually radiating from the god is the kind that demands the pace of Peter's heart pick up.
There's no cheesy, cheeky little side comments now, nothing to deflect or joke around, just Loki, all stunning, and hot, and wanting. And who is Peter to deny his godling boyfriend anything at all?
And the kiss is head-spinning--the sort that has Peter's eyes rolling back as they close and he meets the strength and want at the level Loki brings it, savours all the long swathes of skin and every electric rush that runs through him whenever they connect. His arms loop around Loki's back and tug him in, tight and close and secure with a low groan from an especially delicious slide of their cocks.]
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Biting Peter's lower lip to match the sweet roughness with a tug, Loki grins down. ]
ᛖᛒᚺᚦᚦ.
[ The spell coats his hand as it wraps around Peter's cock for a firm stroke, working him up with twists of Loki's warm, wet palm over the tip. ]