( closed ) you know i'm not a saint

[ikols]

Who: loki ikols & peter parker kindofamazing
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

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[kindofamazing]

[There's definitely the temptation to just hang on with intentional sloth-like appeal, but with Loki being so keen to give into gravity Peter's fleeting sloth-cling dreams are dashed.

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?

[ikols]

[ As much as he could lay over Peter and happily enjoy some A-grade frottage, he sighs in relief when nudged back and sits with a hand braced on their bed, unable to go further. His mouth dries out as he watches all that creamy skin revealed, looming in close when Peter reaches for him. Loki skims a palm up a bare thigh just to feel him, breath hitching with the hunger lodging inside him like a sharp hook toward his lover.

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. ]

[kindofamazing]

[There are so many sides to Loki that it feels like every time Peter gets to steal more time with him another is revealed. And another. And another. And yet they're all equally so quintessentially Loki that each time it's jolt of provocative excitement rather than some kind of red flag of something Peter has overlooked. It's all Loki. So very Loki.

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.]

[ikols]

[ It's as electric as the first time, all the time, as if that neon sign charged them up with an unnaturally heady desire. It sweeps through Loki in waves, hot and desperate with the way they ride each others hips in perfect tandem, rubbing his cock alongside Peter's in a firm grind for longer than he really should if he wants to take this other places. His fingers splay and fit into the dips of Peter's ribs and Loki feels like he's finally home, knowing the exact layout of bone and muscle down a lean waist until he finds one of those delectable hips (mental note: kiss him there later until he gets tired of it) and leaves some scratches.

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. ]