( 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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[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. ]