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Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Relationship:
Loki/Steve Rogers
Character:
Loki, Steve Rogers
Additional Tags:
Naked Cuddling, 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge, Boys Kissing,
Masturbation, Oral Sex, Clothed Sex, Dressed/Naked Sex,
Telepathy, Dirty Talk, Verbal Sex, Wall Sex, Doggy Style, Light
Dom/sub, Anal Fingering, Rimming, 69 (Sex Position), Emotion Porn,
Public Sex, Floor Sex, Morning Sex, Morning After, Outdoor Sex,
Voice Kink, Shower Sex, Desk Sex, First Time Topping, Loki Has
Issues, Body Dysphoria, Wax Play, Genderplay, in the most literal
way, Dream Sex, Rough Sex, Painplay, Self Confidence Issues,
Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Roleplay, Food
Sex, Light Bondage, playing with this relationship through porn, Porn,
with some plot, Complicated Relationships, Anal Sex
Series:
Part 9 of Remember This Cold
Stats:
Published: 2013-09-14 Completed: 2013-10-08 Chapters: 30/30
Words: 49173
it spills from your skin
by Lise
Summary
Things have come together, maybe; and this is what it looks like.
A collection of all thirty short(ish) Steve/Loki fics written for the 30 Day OTP NSFW
Challenge on tumblr.
Notes
So I was going to leave all of these only on my tumblr, but I am currently writing a thing
that grows out of certain pieces of this set in a big way, and I decided it needed to be here
for the purpose of linking the two projects. So think of this posting, which I'm going to do
in installments, as a lead up to a new, plot-ish fic in this verse.
The original posting of all of these is on my tumblr, and at the very least I hope nobody
minds an increase of Steve/Loki porn.
These are not in chronological order but in posting order; any notes about things of
timeline importance will be indicated in pre-chapter notes.
cuddling (naked)
Loki frowned when he opened the door, just slightly, but it was enough to make Steve feel
powerfully self conscious about his slightly bedraggled appearance. The rain started suddenly,
he blurted out. and I didnt bring an umbrella, but it didnt seem like that far to walk backI can
go change.
His mouth did that little twitch that suggested he was trying not to be amused. Or at least trying
not to show it. No need, Captain. Come in. He stepped back and held the door open. Steve
stepped inside, and Loki caught his face and drew him into a light kiss that he pulled away from
before Steve was quite ready for him to go.
He plucked at Steves wet shirt with two fingers. This cant be very comfortable.
"Its a little"
"Take it off," Loki said, not quite imperiously. "Im going to go fetch a blanket."
"I dont have any other," Steve started to object, and then caught the raised eyebrow look Loki
gave him and flushed a little. "Im not really that cold," he added, a touch feebly.
"Nonsense," Loki said. "Besides, I will not have your wet clothing on my furniture." Loki gave
him a long look, and then took a step closer and added, "Besidescant I just want to feel your
skin pressed against mine everywhere we touch, under my hands, my mouth"
Steve could feel his face heat up. Hm, he said, eloquently, and then pulled himself together, met
Lokis eyes almost stubbornly, and reached for the buttons of his overshirt. Lokis mouth turned
up at one corner.
"I shall return shortly," he murmured, and turned to stride off toward the bedroom. Steve peeled
off his wet shirts and hung them over the chairs in the kitchenette, and Loki came back with an
armful of blankets just as he was about to start on his pants. Loki dropped the blankets on the
couch, and sat down on the arm, innocent gaze on Steve. He paused.
"What?"
"Just watching," Loki said, with a slightly toothy smile, but not one of the nasty ones. Steve felt a
pleasant little tingle down his spine and pushed his khakis off, hanging those up too. He could
almost feel Loki looking him over with that expression that waspositively indecent. Sure
enough, when he turned around
"Come here," Loki murmured, and Steve went over gladly. Lokis hands skimmed over his sides
and found the waistband of his boxers. "I said I wanted to feel you everywhere," he said.
Steve swallowed. seems a bit unfair youre still
Loki slipped his thumbs into the waistband and tugged, just a little. You see to these and get on
the couch. He paused, and then gave Steve an arch look. Feel free to watch.
Steve felt a little like he ought to be embarrassed, but wasnt, really. Loki stood from the arm of
the couch, and Steve only paused a moment before pulling his boxers off too, trying not to feel
self-conscious. The army might have drilled most of the modesty out of him, but outside of that
environmentthis was different, somehow. He spread the blanket over the couch and crawled
under it to watch Loki undress.
How he managed to do it was a mystery to Steve, but somehow he managed to make the simple
act of stripping out of his clothing look graceful, beautiful. And he couldnt pretend he
didnt like looking at him. By the way Loki smirked at him, he knew it, too.
Fully naked, Loki padded - perfectly unselfconscious - to the couch, and slid under the blanket,
tucking his feet up onto the couch and leaning slightly into Steves shoulder. Steve wrapped his
arm around Lokis shoulders along with the blanket.
Lokis skin against his was cool as ever, the line of him cool along Steves side. Loki hmmed
quietly, and then shifted, wrapping his arms around Steves neck and pulling him down. Steve
followed obediently, shifting his limbs so they could both lie stretched out on the couch, Lokis
leg sliding between his without any real intent, just twining them together.
Lokis hand drifted up and combed through his still damp hair. Steve dropped his head down and
kissed Lokis bare shoulder lightly, let his tongue flick out so he could catch that faint tingling
electricity. The soft, pleased noise Loki made made Steve smile, his other arm coming up to wrap
around Steves waist.
It did feel good, being pressed together like this, Steve thought. Even if his body responded to it,
just this was nice.
"You smell like rain," Loki murmured, into his shoulder. A pause, and then he added, "Rain and
grass."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Mm. Yes." Lokis voice was muffled where his face was pressed against the crook of Steves
neck. He shifted again, his leg folding over Steves like he could twist them even closer.
Hed noticed, since theyd started this, how much Loki liked just to be touched. He wasnt quick
to encourage it, and even less so to ask for it, but the way he responded even just to Steve
brushing a hand across his back or giving his shoulder a squeezeand now this. Steve filed it
away, a thing to remember. He could hear the rain on the windows, and half wondered if Loki
had arranged that just to have an excuse to cuddle.
That was just silly, though.
Loki mouthed against his shoulder, a lazy, wet kiss, and Steve shifted to fold the blankets around
them, aware of every inch of skin pressed against his. He let his hands slide down so he could
glide his fingertips over the thin skin over Lokis ribs, savoring the silky texture. Loki threw his
other leg over the back of Steves calves, rubbed his foot down the backs of one, lazy and
strangely possessive in a way that made Steves belly feel warm.
Itd be a while until his clothes dried. It just made sense to stay here until then.
kisses (naked)
Steve woke up slowly to the sun bright in his eyes and the soft sound of someones breathing. It
took him a moment to remember that he hadnt left Lokis room the night before, between the late
hour and the way Loki had almost growled at him when he did try to disentangle himself and slip
away. Hed been too tired, anyway.
Though thinking that made him want to flush, a little.
Lokis skin was warm where it had been against his all night, back to Steves chest, his spine a
slight curve and his hair falling around his face. Looking at him breathing softly, quietly, his face
relaxed into the slightest of frowns, Steve smiled a little and bent his head to place a kiss on his
hair before starting to extract himself.
Lokis hand moved with surprising quickness and grabbed Steves arm tucked under his neck.
Mmnn, he hummed, what sounded perhaps like a protest, and indeed his grip was surprisingly
strong for his apparent somnolence.
"I need to go," Steve said quietly, though he didnt pull very hard.
"Nnn," Loki said, more firmly, and shifted slightly, pressing back against Steve. He brought
Steves hand up to his mouth and pressed light kisses to the tips of his fingers, trailing down to the
palm of his hand, then back up to swirl his tongue around his index finger. Steve twitched.
"Loki"
"Oh, all right." Lokis voice sounded slightly blurry, but he relinquished Steves hand and let go
of his arm. "Must you?"
Steve badly wanted to answer no. "I do. Im sorry."
"Mm. Cant be helped, I suppose." Loki rolled away, and Steve resisted the urge to pull him back,
missing the feeling of his body against Steves. He stretched, languidly, and Steve let himself look
- admire - his eyes catching just a little on Lokis cock, faintly swollen if still lying against his
thigh. He could feel his own morning erection give a twitch. He bit his lip, trying to focus, though
the way Loki glanced at him
He padded over, after a moment, and slid his arms around Steves waist, bent his head to capture
his lips in a kiss that was almost bizarrely chaste given the way their naked bodies rubbed
together. Lokis hands glided up Steves back and Steve felt his skin prickle, but Loki didnt
deepen the kiss.
After a moment, he pulled back, and smiled slightly. Hmm.
"What?" Steve asked. Loki kissed his chin and then the corner of his mouth, still tantalizingly
lightly.
I need to go, he meant to say, but ended up turning his head to catch Lokis mouth again, and if
the kiss was tender and sweet, it still made him wantmore.
Lokis hands moved to his chest and slid up to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck where
they kneaded the muscle. Steve leaned into Loki, letting his hands rest on the slight jut of his
hipbones. The kiss deepened fractionally, Lokis tongue flickering against the seam of his lips and
pulling away. Steve made a small noise that he hoped communicated his protest, and felt the faint
vibration of Lokis laugh against his chest. In revenge, Steve caught Lokis lower lip and rolled it
lightly between his teeth, felt him tense and shudder, rubbing against Steves body like a cat
against a favored human.
Even as his mind supplied the analogy, Steve wasnt sure he liked it. When Loki pulled back and
nipped sharply just below his ear, though, making Steve jump, he forgot to worry about it.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked.
"Giving you something to think about while youre away," Loki murmured, and sucked Steves
earlobe into his mouth briefly before lowering his mouth to Steves neck again.
"Dont leave a - nnnh," Steve said, his warning cut off by the sweet suction that simultaneously
pulled blood up to his skin and sent it rushing downwards. If he didnt call this off soon it was
only going to get harder to leave. "thats going to show," he managed, as Lokis tongue laved
over the new ache.
"My apologies," Loki said, not sounding terribly sorry. "Its such a nice neck. How am I supposed
to leave it alone?"
"Youre one to talk," Steve mumbled, feeling his face go warm, and Loki laughed again and
dropped his head an inch lower, this time sucking what felt like even harder. Steve twisted his
head to catch Lokis shoulder with his own lips, rewarded by a quiet moan that vibrated against
Steves body. He could feel Lokis arousal swell against his hip, and was too aware of his own.
Steve gave up on subtle and kissed Loki fiercely, fastening his lips to his, open mouthed. Lokis
tongue slid along his and Steve pushed back, thrust his tongue between Lokis parted lips and felt
a warm surge of satisfaction at the way Loki arched into him. His heartbeat picked up and his
breathing quickened, all of him feeling warm and flushed and the way their hips rocked together,
giving just enough friction to make him want more, the silk of Lokis skin under his hands and the
cool, light touch of Lokis hands on his skin
Steve made himself step back, breathing a little raggedly. Lokis face was faintly flushed, his lips
slightly reddened and swollen. The smile he gave Steve, however, was simply impish, if belied by
the glaze in his eyes.
"So quick to call a halt, my dear Captain?" Loki said, standing there as though he were completely
unaffected by the erection he was sporting. Steve felt a little curl of longing.
"If I stay here any longer," he said, honestly. "Ill never leave."
"Im sure Id get tired." Loki paused a moment. "Eventually." Steve couldnt help a smile, even if
it came with a flush. Loki waved a hand. "Go on. You dont want your friends to fret." His eyes
gleamed a little. "Consider it something to come back to."
The pleasant tightness in his belly increased a notch. It was a good thing, he told himself, the
others probably werent up yet. Lokis lips curved, and he leaned in just enough to kiss Steve on
the cheek, and then to whisper in his ear, Perhaps Ill simply go about like this all day, and greet
you in nothing but my skin when you return. Something for you to think about while you go
about your day.
Steve swallowed, knowing that mental image would stick in his head all day. Probably pop up at
the worst times.
He couldnt really be upset.
first time
Chapter Notes
The prompt was for "first time", but I already wrote that for these two (at some
length) in "reflected in someone like me", so for this one I went with first time for
penetrative sex. Just so no one looks at me funny over that, if they were thinking
about it.
"Is there anything you want?" Steve asked, staring up at the ceiling.
"Any number of things," Loki said easily, his fingers drawing idle circles on Steves shoulder.
"I mean" Steve felt self-conscious, and tried to ignore it. "Things youwant. To do." He
swallowed once, and added, "With me."
Loki drew back and propped himself up on one elbow, eyebrows raised and a slightly wicked grin
touching the corners of his mouth. Oh, wellthats a broad question. Steve couldnt keep
himself from glancing away, at that, but Loki just laughed - almost warmly.
"Whats" he couldnt look at him. "Like what?"
Loki eyed him for a few moments, and then sat up and stretched, the blankets falling down to pool
in his lap. Oh, he said, and his voice was perfectly even, as though he were merely discussing
the weather, I think about how much I would like to feel you slide every inch of your beautiful
cock inside me, watching your face as you fall headlong into an orgasm stronger than any youve
had yet.
Steve blinked, his thoughts going very blank. oh.
Lokis head cocked a little to the side. Oh?
"I, um." Steve hunted for the right words. "I hadnt" That wasnt true, though. Not exactly.
Lokis eyebrows arched delicately. Not something youre interested in?
"I wouldnt" his mouth felt rather dry. "I wouldnt say that."
"Oh? What would you say?"
Steve took a deep breath, carefully. That I Lokis words kept circling around in his head. The
way hed said them.
He could never decide if it was frustrating or wonderful how easily Loki seemed to do that, Just a
few words, and he could completely derail Steves thoughts and stir up arousal where hed been
quiet before.
For the moment, he just shifted to lean over Loki and kiss him, half as a stalling technique, half
just because the way he was smirking made warmth pool in his stomach. He kept picturing it,
though, the image in his mind with embarrassing vividity of Lokis long legs wrapped around his
body, bodies pressed together so very, very close
He felt his cock give an interested twitch. Lokis teeth caught his lower lip and tugged a little
before releasing it, and Steve shifted thoughtlessly to be over Loki. Lokis foot drew a line up his
calf and then slid back down, one of his hands sliding up to cradle the back of Steves head.
Loki pulled back just enough to murmur, And what do you want, Captain?
Steve shivered, but he managed to keep his voice fairly even to say, Id like to try - that.
Lokis breath was soft on the shell of his ear. You liked the way that sounded? Steve felt a flush
spreading down his chest, and Loki nipped his ear sharply. He jumped, startled.
"Yes," he said, almost defiantly. "I - oh," as Lokis tongue trailed down his neck in a narrow line
and his hand slid between them to run his hand very lightly over his filling length before pulling
away. Steves hips rutted up into that touch and met Lokis hip instead. What do I, he struggled
to get the words out. what do I do?
"Do?" Loki sounded faintly amused, and Steve tried not to feel embarrassed. He knew the basic -
idea, but particulars
"Yes," he affirmed. Loki was trailing lazy kisses down the side of his neck that were rapidly
becoming distracting. "I mean-"
"Mmm. I think Ill show you." Loki inhaled against Steves neck, like he was taking a deep breath
of the smell of his skin, and then pulled him into a ferocious kiss, mouth almost devouring Steves,
his whole body moving with it, hands stroking forcefully down Steves back, pushing the sheet
down, and Steve sank into it, let himself just feel. He slid both hands into Lokis hair, savoring the
feeling of it on his fingers and the way Loki tilted his head into Steves touch.
He waited until Steve was relaxed, entirely distracted, and then Loki rolled him to his back with
embarrassing ease. He pushed himself up off his shoulders so he was sitting up and straddling
Steves waist. Steve stared at him, feeling a little dazed and breathing hard. Whatre you, he
started to ask, and then Loki shifted his hips back and Steves cock rubbed against the curve of his
ass, skin rubbing deliciously against skin and his cock stiffening further. A thin, strangled sound
slipped out of him, and Loki smiled, his fingers trailing down Steves chest with a whisper light
touch. He moved again, this time rolling his hips in a deliberate motion that ground Steve harder
against him, and made him wonder what it would be like to watch Loki actually-
"What are you thinking?" Loki asked lowly, and his thumbs stroked lightly over Steves nipples.
He twitched.
"Um," he said, and wasnt quite sure how to say it. Loki leaned forward a little and lowered his
voice, like he was telling a secret.
"Are you thinking about watching me ride your cock?"
Steves whole body flushed and his hips bucked upwards. Loki grinned, a slightly wicked
expression that just made him warmer, and moved back so he was sitting on Steves thighs. Lokis
hand curved gently around the shaft of his erection, and his back arched, trying to push up into the
loose clasp of Lokis palm. His thumb rubbed slow circles on the underside, and Steve squirmed
helplessly.
"How can I-"
"Another time. For now" Loki pulled his hand away, trailing a long index finger down to the
base and over Steves balls, then drawing that away as well. Steve swallowed a small sound of
protest. "Just watch," Loki murmured, and rose up on his knees, hand going to his own erect
cock, giving it a few pulls before he shifted again. He reached now for the little jar of oil and
swiped two fingers through it, coating them in slick, clear fluid before he slipped his hand back
between his legs.
Steves eyes followed his hands as he moved it back behind his balls. He couldnt see his fingers
moving, so he looked up to Lokis face and watched his eyelids flutter and his mouth open
slightly. His stomach knotted nervously but he couldnt look away, couldnt stop watching the
way Lokis chest moved as he heaved in a breath, his hips pushing into his own hand, and if he
hadnt really seriously considered it before, or hadnt thought he would want to
Now he wanted to. If nothing else, to see that look on Lokis face and know that hed put it there.
Lokis erection hadnt flagged in the least - if anything, only seemed to have grown, a sheen of
fluid where the tip hit his stomach with every rock of his hips. Lokis legs splayed wider,
obscenely wide, and for just a moment Steve could see Lokis fingers buried inside his own body,
the slight red of stretched skin around three fingers.
His breathing snagged, and he felt a fresh throb from the now acute ache in his groin. Loki, he
said, and it came out sounding a little thin. His hands groped for Lokis hips, ran down his thighs,
back up, savoring just the feel of his skin. Lokis free hand came and started stroking him again,
drawing him up toward the edge and then slowing just enough that he slid back from it again until
he was almost frantic with it, with the need for more.
"Are you ready?" Loki sounded playful, teasing, and only slightly breathless.
"Yes," Steve said, his hips twisting out of his control, seeking friction. "unh - do you - condom-
"
Loki waggled a colorful packet at him hed summoned from somewhere, and ripped it open with
his teeth. He extracted the condom with two fingers and rolled it smoothly, slowly down. Steve
arched into that, and couldnt quite find it in him to be embarrassed. Lokis eyes were intent as he
coated his hand with lube again and moved to slick Steves cock with it, hand jacking up and
down in long, lazy, tantalizing tugs.
"Just," Steve said, feeling a twinge of impatience, and Loki raised himself up and lowered himself
just enough that the head of Steves cock pushed against the seam of his ass. Steve slid his hands
down to grip the swell of his buttocks in either palm, fingers digging in almost unconsciously, and
Loki made a soft sound in his throat and pushed down.
Ah," Loki said, the sound almost sharp, and his hands clenched on Steves hips. Tight, Steve
thought, its too, but the unconscious buck of his hips pushed him another inch in and he squeezed
his eyes closed because he thought they might pop out of his head otherwise. The muscles of
Lokis ass clenched and relaxed in his hands, his breathing taking on a ragged, uneven sound, but
when Steve forced his eyes open his cock looked harder than ever, leaking copiously.
"Are you," Steve forced out, "Are you oka-aaaaugh," his voice breaking off as Lokis hips
pushed down one last time, slowly taking in the rest of him until he bottomed out, balls pressed
between them. His hips moved in little helpless jerks, like he could possibly get any deeper. Loki
panted twice, and then grinned. There was a flush spread all up his chest, his eyes almost fever
bright. His hips rocked and this time Steve couldnt hold in the whine. It was hot and tight and
seated together, joined like thisLoki braced his hands on Steves ribs, a sheen of sweat on his
skin.
"How does it feel," he asked, breathless, and then moved, even with the lubricant the slow drag
friction of his cock inside Loki was almost too much, too intense, but he didnt think hed ever tell
Loki to stop. He didnt try to answer, just reached up to grab Lokis head and drag him down,
kissing him with deep hunger and determination. His hips bucked up at the same time Loki
pushed back, and they came together again, and then Loki was moving in earnest, the way getting
easier, his hips adopting a rhythm to their thrusts.
Loki planted his hands on Steves shoulders and pushed them apart, sitting up, and Steve let his
head fall back and watched him move, watched his legs spread wider apart as he bobbed up and
down and Steve wasnt going to be able to hold on, was just-
Lokis head was back, his eyes closed and his mouth open, making unquiet moaning noises with
every thrust, every time their bodies came together. Steve groped for his cock and wrapped his fist
around flesh already slick with pre-come, began working it as best as he could when his eyes kept
trying to close and every movement sent a spike of pleasure deep into his belly, flooding through
his nerves and leaving him overwhelmed and dazed. The pace picked up and it was the feeling of
being buried in Lokis body, it was the sharp little gasps and cries almost pushed from his throat, it
was the already furious pace quickening and he came hard, sinking his teeth into his lip so he
didnt yell, the force of it shuddering through him until his thoughts whited out.
Lokis fingers kneaded into his chest. Steve realized, when he could think again, that Lokis cock
was still hot and full in his hand, and resumed the motion of his hand. He felt dazed and slightly
bewildered, his thoughts a spin of satiated lust and slightly dazed amazement. He felt Lokis come
splatter his chest a few strokes later, and the sound of him making a loud sound that made Steve
flush all over again, imagining the whole tower would hear. Then he slumped down onto Steves
chest, body slack and heavy, shifting only enough that Steves cock slid out of him.
"Oh," Steve said, after a few moments of silence in which it was just their breathing.
"Mmm," Loki said, lazily, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Steves shoulder, mouthing at it
gently. "Well?"
"Yeah," Steve managed, and hoped that the tone of his voice spoke for itself.
masturbation
Chapter Notes
This chapter takes place shortly after the end of "with an untrained voice," when Loki
has first moved residence into Avengers Tower.
There were fifteen cameras scattered through his new quarters. They were relatively well hidden,
but not well hidden enough that Loki had not managed to find them within an hour. He
considered disabling them entirely, simply to make a point, and ultimately left most and only
removed one for the purpose of dismantling it to examine its innards. He learned little from them,
but it was entertaining nonetheless.
The second day in his gilded jail cell, he began to grow bored. Further investigation unearthed
three devices that he ascertained were meant to disseminate something. Poison, he thought, was
probably likely. The ceiling-voice - some type of computer dubbed Jarvis, hed heard at one point
- apologized when the hot water of his shower turned off midway through, but it did not sound
terribly sincere. Loki felt his temper prickle, and pushed it down.
Hed known what he would face, coming here. Hed made an oath to himself nonetheless. There
were few other options. It was becoming too dangerous to be alone. And besides-
Besides.
Loki paused, towel wrapped around his waist, and looked up at one of the cameras in the corner
of his bedroom, remote eyes watching him. The Avengers eyes. He wondered if they were
looking now.
His eyes narrowed.
He pulled his eyes from the camera and dropped the towel to pad over to his bed. At least that was
comfortable - more so than many of the places hed slept of late. And large. Hopefully he would
have uses for that space later.
(Though of course, that would depend if)
He stretched out on his back and folded his hands behind his head, letting his eyes half close for a
moment. Are you watching? he wondered, in silence. Are you wondering what Im thinking?
What Im planning?
That they still feared him was somewhat satisfying, even if it made things more difficult.
Nonetheless. He cared little for the thoughts of Stark and Romanov and the rest. There was only
one here whose thoughts concerned him.
Steve Rogers. Captain America. A curiosity and an enigma and one he was unspeakably,
inevitably drawn to.
Loki sketched him in his mind as though he were here, standing upright with perfect posture,
watching him lying like this. Imagined the way his eyes would drift downward with almost shy
lust. Imagined him coming over as though drawn by a fishing line, climbing onto the bed and
stretching out over him.
He would be gentle, likely, at first. Loki would soon chase that away. Would tease him with teeth
and lips and tongue until he was frantic as hed been that single night when theyd been
interrupted so rudely. Loki removed his hands from behind his head and slid one down over his
stomach, slowly. He remembered the way the captains mouth felt on his skin, hot, clumsy but
determined, and remembered the way his fingers had tugged in Lokis hair. His fingers reached
his low belly and Loki felt his skin twitch under his own hand, and tried to imagine Steves
instead, callused palms slightly rough, his eyes on Lokis face. His expression would be intent.
Curious, perhaps. Bright blue eyes slightly glazed.
His cock twitched against his thigh, started to fill. He wondered who was looking at the cameras
now. If anyone was. Wondered what they would think if he moaned their Captains name when
he came.
Loki let his legs fall slightly further apart and wrapped his hand loosely around the base of his
cock, letting his mind supply Steve straddling his thighs, his penis erect, the sound of his breathing
loud. He filled in the details of that member - the slight curve, flushed a shade of deep red and well
proportioned. The defined musculature of the stomach it bobbed up against. He wondered if the
Captain had been with another man, or if he would be his first. If he would be ashamed and
abashed or eager. Loki wasnt certain which he would prefer.
For the moment, though - he tightened his hand, imagined confidence and surety to the first stroke,
twisting his hand so his fingers slid along the vein on the underside. He let himself arch
shamelessly into his own hand, opening his mouth with a low moan. What if Steve sees this, the
thought popped into his head, and the curious twist of mingled desire and anxiety tightened low in
his belly, making him perversely harder.
He wondered if the Captain had any secret desires of his own. Any deep, dark fantasies that he
could tease out. He wondered how horrified the man would be by Lokis own, how he would
recoil if he knew what Loki in the privacy of his own mind had pictured him doing to him-
(He still remembered, vividly, the dream that had ended with the Captain bending him over a table
and fucking him viciously until he screamed. It hadnt been a show of affection. He hadnt fought
it, though.)
Loki opened his eyes and exhaled sharply, sliding his hand up and down again, the stroke this
time almost harsh. His cock was full in his hand, warm against his palm. In his minds eye, the
expression of the Steve crouched over him turned from lust to faint distaste, and he fought to shift
it back to the other even if the latter didnt dim his arousal. Pervert, he thought viciously, but what
did it matter? His own thoughts. Why bother with shame for them?
He set a pace, swiping some of the pre-come leaking to give himself a bit of lubrication. Loki
stroked himself with a deliberate rhythm, twisting his hand to push his thumb up under the head,
back down to squeeze around the base. He let his hips rut up into it, aware of the eyes on him,
arching his back to display his body and moaning wanton, loud. He closed his eyes again and let it
be Steve giving long pulls on his cock, imagined he could feel the pressure and heat of his body,
imagined pulling him down so he could leave livid bite marks down the untouched skin of his
neck, Steves hand still trapped between their bodies and he could rut himself to completion like
that, just from the friction of being pressed against him.
The yell that burst from his throat as he came was unfeigned, his hand squeezing almost
involuntarily as he pictured the sight of his come smeared on Steves chest and belly, pictured
pushing him down onto his back to lick it off. He worked himself through it, breathing coming
hard, bucking against his hand in little thrusts. He bit down on the name, though he wasnt sure
why, as his body arched off the bed and then dropped back.
He pulled his hand away, wiping the mess on his hand on his leg, simply lying back until his
breathing slowed. He rolled to his feet, then, and glanced up at the camera once more.
And let himself smile.
oral sex
There was a curious look in Steves eyes when Loki returned with a damp washcloth to clean
both of them up, feeling agreeably loose as he ever did after, as though hed spent an hour in a
warm bath. Something about Steves expression made something prickle across his skin anew,
though.
He raised his eyebrows. Planning something?
Steve blinked, and then looked a little sheepish. So hed been unaware of his own expression.
Loki could not help but find that - slightly endearing. What? Oh, I- He broke off, and then
shook his head, his ears turning slightly pink. nothing.
"Mmhm," Loki said mildly, but let it pass, climbing back onto the bed and beginning to wipe
Steves chest and stomach clean, his own body already taken care of. He kept his eyes away from
Steves, and felt him looking. Thinking through something. Loki waited; hed come to it
eventually.
He folded the dirtied washcloth carefully and dropped it over the side of the bed. Hed hardly
started to turn back before Steve apparently made up his mind, reaching quickly to pull him back
and into a kiss, his initiation making Lokis body tense pleasantly. He let his lips part, tongue
teasing out as an invitation that Steve took.
Just as Loki was about to push into him, nudge Steve over so he could rub his whole body more
fully against his, Steve moved again, shifting quickly, and Loki found himself rather suddenly on
his back, Steves arms braced on either side of him, hips pinning him down.
A shudder ran through his whole body and Loki almost went limp, his hands going up to Steves
shoulders more out of reflex than anything, heat flooding down into his belly and groin. He
exhaled into Steves mouth, and if this was new, it was also-
Steve pulled away a little. All right? he said, sounding a little worried, and Loki couldnt help a
hoarse laugh.
Yes. Oh yes. You have no idea what I would let you do to me, and rejoice in it. "Ahyes. Very
much so."
"Good," Steve said, sounding gratified, and bent his head down a little. Loki let his head fall back,
exposing his throat without the request being spoken, and let his eyes float closed so he wouldnt
know-
His skin prickled with Steves breath in the moment before his lips touched his neck. Loki took a
sharp breath through his nose at the touch of teeth in the first kiss. He learns fast, Loki couldnt
help but think, and there was a touch of pride in it.
Steve trailed his lips down until he reached the hollow at the base of Lokis throat, and dipped his
tongue into it, the tip probing the divot in his skin. He felt it all across his collarbones, the feeling
spidering down over his chest, waking up his nerves to alertness. Hmm, he murmured, letting
his hands slide down over the muscles of Steves back. Thatspleasant.
"Good," Steve said again, "ts supposed to be," mumbled into his skin, and started a new line of
kisses down to Lokis sternum, exploring the space under his collarbones. Lokis body twitched
up underneath him.
"And you claim I tease," he pushed out.
"Im not teasing, Im just" Steve trailed off a little, but he drifted down a little further, shifting
his body back. When he lowered his head again, it was to one of Lokis nipples, and even if he
only sucked lightly Loki felt it flood through him, his hips bucking up violently as his cock filled.
He tried to grind up against Steve as his tongue touched the sensitive bud.
"Not teasing," he said, his voice sounding only a little breathless. "I - mmn - see."
Steve was already moving on, though, his exploratory kisses shorter, a little less lingering. =As
Steve mouthed above his navel, the flat of his teeth brushing skin again and making Loki shiver,
one of his hands spread flat over Lokis hip.
"Hnnh," Loki heard himself say, as Steves mouth dipped still lower and his chin nudged against
Lokis cock. "Steve-" Steve pulled away, and Loki opened his eyes, craned his head so he could
see Steve straddling his legs, sitting up with a look of mingled determination and nervousness on
his face. Lokis breathing snagged and he started, reflexively, to push himself up. "You neednt-"
"I know," Steve said, and Lokis voice died as he shimmied down a little further. His breathing
quickened in anticipation. "Just tell me - tell me if theres anythingspecific you want," and his
ears were slightly pink but his voice was completely sure, and then his head bent and Loki had to
fight not to push his hips up as Steve took his shaft in one hand and took just his cockhead into his
mouth.
He wasnt, critically speaking, skilled. Far from the best whod ever touched him like this. And
yet - and yet-
Just that much had his whole body vibrating, and just for a moment he pictured Steve sliding his
mouth slowly all the way down and had to fight all over again to keep from thrusting heedlessly
upwards. Ah - aaah-" He sucked in a sharp breath, and forced it out. "your tongue. Use your
tongue right-" The air escaped him in a hiss as Steves tongue probed obediently over the sensitive
tip, slid over the slit and pulled back. His arms supporting himself gave up, the sensation feeling
amplified, intensified, and he couldnt he couldnt-
Steves mouth eased down a little lower, slowly, his tongue still exploring, and then he sucked
lightly, and Loki couldnt keep his body from jerking as his arms gave out and he fell back, prone.
Steve made a sharp, startled noise and pulled up, though not fully away, and a moment later he
lowered his head again, his fist wrapped around Lokis base tightening what felt like reflexively.
He twisted, squirming, startled by his own responses and the way his thoughts kept - fuzzing.
"Just like," Loki tried to say, and had to pant a few times. "just like that. Unnnh-"
Steves tongue was clumsy but eager in its strokes, the alternating suction making Lokis eyes
slam closed no matter how he tried to keep them open. He canted his head so he could look down
his body, see Steve moving his head up and down, sliding along his cock, cheeks hollowed when
he sucked. He looked disheveled, lips bright red and hair mussed.
The thought popped into his head, he looks ruined, and Loki felt a strange twist low in his
stomach, somewhere between desire or arousal and a bitter kind of disgust, too tangled to separate.
The combination made him squirm and gasp, ugly hate coiling inward to poison the bliss of the
flesh-
Steve took him in a little deeper, then, and stopped short. His tongue pressed urgently upward as
he met his gag reflex and pulled back from it, for just a moment the light brush of teeth
unintentionally present against skin alight with sensation, even that touch enough to hurt, and Loki
surrendered to it.
Steve pulled back as he came, the first pulse of it nonetheless spotting his chin with white before
he used his hand to work him through the rest. His body clenched in orgasm, Loki nonetheless
made his eyes stay open. Looked at Steve, and looked at his eyes.
He couldnt see any regret. Just satisfaction, and more than a touch of lust. Loki pulled him up and
kissed him fiercely, tasting himself on Steves lips and offering his leg to grind against, and
dismissed the thought.
clothed getting off
The movie wasnt very good.
It had come recommended by one of the papers, but far more interesting was the way Loki, who
had apparently quickly given up paying attention, was exploring the contours of Steves neck and
shoulder with his tongue, making his skin tingle. A bright feeling. And the occasional sharp little
nips-
"I can turn it off," he offered, a little bit distractedly. Loki hummed.
"It makes decent background noise," he offered, and then ran the flat of his tongue in a long line
up his throat, pushing into him, not quite draped over his lap, Lokis hipbone digging into Steves
thigh.
He just tilted his head back with an involuntary little noise, giving up altogether on trying to watch
the film. Lokis fingers dug deep into the muscle of his shoulders as he resumed light, trailing
kisses up Steves neck to his jawline, down his jawline until Steve turned his head sharply and
caught Lokis mouth with his, kissed him almost with determination. Loki shifted slightly, one of
his knees coming up across Steves body. He dropped a hand down to grip the lean muscle of
Lokis thigh and felt it flex against his hand, felt his hips push a little toward Steves.
Steve felt his own body warm, the rhythm of his breathing hitching slightly. We could move, he
said, when Loki pulled back for a moment to run his tongue into the hollow under his ear, let it
flutter against the skin in a way that made Steve shiver. beds-
"Hmm-mm," Loki said, in what sounded vaguely like agreement, but then he was sucking on the
skin at Steves neck and Steve jerked, heat rushing to his groin. His fingers dug into Lokis leg
across his lap, and Lokis hips ground down against his again, a little harder. He could feel the
push of Lokis hardening cock against his leg, and moved his hands to try to remove Lokis tunic,
but Loki caught them both and pinned them back to the couch. "Ah," he said, chidingly.
"Patience."
He leaned in again, their bodies rocking together, and Steve could almost feel Loki brush against
him, but not quite. He let his hands slide down over Lokis hips to his buttocks and tried to pull
him closer.
Lokis teeth caught his earlobe and Steve started, his entire body seizing up. A moment later he
released it, though, and murmured in Steves ear, You like it when I talk to you, dont you.
Oh. Steve swallowed hard, feeling that voice slide down to his bones and imagining he could feel
it in his whole body, almost a touch itself.
"I wonder sometimes how far I could take you if I justspoke to you." Steve felt a pleasant shiver
travel down his spine, and his cock twitched in interest. "How desperate I could make you without
a single touch." Their bodies were pressed together, but it didnt feel like enough. "What do you
think?"
There was a slightly smug note to Lokis voice. Steve twisted, bringing his hip deliberately up
between Lokis legs, and Loki let out a sharp gasp, his hips rutting down and his head dropping,
catching at the skin of Steves neck, rolling it between his teeth. I think, Steve managed to push
out, already feeling a little breathless, I think you should take your clothes off and let me-
That was as far as he could get before Lokis mouth was back on his, his tongue insistent as it
thrust between Steves parted lips. For several long moments they stayed like that, with ferocious
need driving them back and forth, their bodies rocking together in little thrusts seeking friction
between their bodies.
Loki drew back, his breathing quick and slightly harsh. Steves head fell back against the couch
with a quiet thunk, and he tried to catch his breath, but only had a few moments. Then Lokis right
hand slipped down between their bodies, his hips shifting to sit more squarely across Steves lap
and to make room, and cupped the by now prominent bulge in his pants.
The noise Steve made was powerfully embarrassing. The way his hips bucked up uncontrollably
again even that light pressure would have been as well, except for the fact that the light way Loki
was stroking him through the fabric quickly chased the desire away. His back arched off the
couch, pleasure tightening toward need in his low belly.
"Loki," he made himself say, "Loki - ah - I need to-
Lokis eyebrows rose. Oh? he said, and there was only a slight breathlessness there that made
Steve want to growl. How could he - it wasnt fair that-
He slid his hand up Lokis thigh and pressed the heel of his palm against the hot pressure of his
trapped cock. Lokis voice broke off into a sound halfway between a whine and a yelp, and his
hips rutted into Steves palm. Steve felt his own cock harden at the reaction, a surge of warm
satisfaction flooding into him so strongly that it took him by surprise.
The hand working him through his khakis didnt falter in the least, though, just increased the
pressure, fingers teasing and pushing and the fabric of his boxers felt too harsh against
increasingly sensitive flesh, rubbing against his cock. He pulled Loki in with his free hand, this
time fastening his own mouth just below the curve of his jawline, and sucking hard.
Lokis body jerked with a low moan, and Steve felt Lokis cock twitch under his hand. He
quickened the pace of his attentions, even as his pace stuttered for the way Loki was teasing him-
His hips strained as Loki lightened his touch for a moment, sliding back from the edge hed been
approaching. Ohnn - Loki, I need to - I need to come, I need to-
Lokis breath was warm and fast on his neck, and the way his hips rutted against Steves hand
was decidedly urgent. He could feel something damp on his palm. Then - come." Lokis fingers
flexed, and Steve just swallowed a whine.
"I - my clothes," Steve said, "Im going to-"
Lokis mouth fixed to his neck again. He tongued the skin, pulled away. Yes, he said,
something dark and low in his voice. I know. I want that. I want you to ruin your clothes, to let
go and surrender and do something dirty. I want you to feel your own come between your legs
and then Ill strip you naked and lick you slowly clean-
Steves breathing snagged, and he felt his whole body seize up. Lokis palm ground down, and he
didnt manage to bite his lip soon enough to hold back a yell as he came, Lokis fingers massaging
him all the way through it.
His heart was still pounding as he slowly came down and realized that Loki was still thrusting
against his hand. He felt - wet, a spreading stain on the front of his khakis, his boxers sticking to
his skin where they were soaked with come. And strangelyrelieved.
He started stroking Loki again, moving his hand in a steady rhythm even as Lokis hips stuttered
and his head fell back. He left his hand cupped over Lokis cock as he came, pushing the palm of
his hand in little pulses.
Loki kissed him as the motion of his hips slowed, open-mouthed and loose, and the faintly
uncomfortable feeling of his damp boxers faded to relative insignificance against the way Lokis
hands slid down his chest and the weight of his body resting against him.
dressed/naked
Chapter Notes
This is one of the days where I really started to realize that I was setting something up
that I was going to need to resolve. So note - some unhealthy relationship with sex
(on Loki's end) coming into play here.
Steve didnt see Loki for a moment when he let himself into the apartment, and felt his stomach
drop with something close to panic. Loki? he called, several worst case scenarios flashing
through his mind at once. If someone had gotten past the security - or if Loki had just-
"A moment," his voice called from down the hallway toward the bedroom, and Steve couldnt
help a sigh of relief, though he felt guilty for it a moment later. He looked around the room,
wondering if he should sit, and then heard the soft sound of bare feet on tile and turned around.
He blinked, slightly startled. Lokis hair was slicked flat to his head, a few stray droplets of water
dripping where the ends were stuck to his neck, and the only thing he was wearing was a white
towel wrapped around his waist, held up at one hip and slipping down the other enough that his
hipbone just showed.
Steve stared, just a little. He looked like - well - he looked like one of the white marble statues he
pictured thinking of classical art. Adonis or Ganymede or-
Lokis eyebrows ticked up slightly, and his lips twitched. Ought I to go put something on?
"Um," Steve said articulately. He was divided on that question. Part of him thought yes, probably,
that would be good. Most of him was far less interested in being reasonable. His eyes kept sticking
on that downward tilt of his hipbone disappearing under the towel.
"I did not wish to keep you waiting." Steve bit the inside of his cheek and tried to make himself
focus and not think too much about pushing Loki back against the nearest wall and kissing him
until they were both breathless. To start.
"Its fine," he said, after a moment, and if his voice sounded a little odd he hoped Loki didnt
notice. "I was just" he made a vague gesture, managing finally to pull his eyes away. It wasnt
like hed - never seen him naked before.
Maybe it was the fact that he waswet. There was a drop of water sliding down his sternum.
He forced his eyes back up to Lokis face and found his expression distinctly amused. Well, he
murmured. Keep looking at me like that, Captain, and youre going to make me blush.
That picture crawled into his head, then, A flush spread over Lokis face down to his neck and
over his chest, his skin warm under Steves hands-
He felt his own face warm.
Loki strolled over, something about the movement drawing Steves eyes down his body again
before he could make them meet Lokis as he paused, dangerously close. He was smiling, just a
little, a wicked glint in his eyes. Warmth welled up pleasantly in Steves stomach.
"I didnt expect to get such a reaction."
Steve shrugged a little helplessly. Well
The hand that wasnt holding up the towel drifted up and cupped his face to pull him into a slow,
long, intimate kiss. Steve leaned into it with a little sigh, stepping in closer and deepening the kiss
by just a bit. Steve opened his eyes and found Lokis closed, his fingers caressing the skin of his
jaw lightly.
Then his other hand released the towel, letting it fall around his feet.
Steve made a small, indistinct sound and pulled back as Lokis hand landed lightly on his waist.
Oh, he said, and then, you lost
"Leave it." Lokis hands planted in the middle of his chest and gave him a little nudge back,
steering him backwards. His voice sounded just slightly roughened. Steve left it, and instead went
for Lokis neck, biting down lightly on the thin skin just below his ear to feel Loki shudder and
twitch.
An idea nudged into his head and he balked, placing his hands on either one of Lokis (naked)
shoulders. Let me, he started, and then had to stop, pause, and try again. I want to look at
you. I want to - unh- Lokis teeth nipped at his neck, breaking off his thoughts, and Steve
tightened his grip on his shoulders. stop that, he said, but the little surge of want gave him the
ability to say, Sit down on the couch and let me make you come.
He felt Lokis whole body shiver against him, and the quiet little sound in his throat. Oh, well,
he murmured, against Steves skin. Since you said so.
Loki drew back slowly, his fingers trailing across Steves chest as he sauntered around him and
over to the couch. Steve watched the muscles in his back move under the skin, let his eyes move
down to the narrow plane of his waist and the lean muscle of his buttocks. Loki glanced over his
shoulder briefly, smirked, and then flung himself on the couch in a sprawl.
Steve followed him over, Lokis thighs spread deliberately wide and his head back, neck
extended. Even like that, provocatively posed and naked as sin, he looked - lordly. Regal. Steve
felt his heartbeat pick up and his cock responding inside his khakis, the desire bubbling up in him
to see that undone, to watch all the masks break away until Loki was undone with pleasure, until
he slipped over into bliss.
He dropped down to his knees between Lokis legs. Loki shifted, his lazily half closed eyes
opening a little more, a frown touching the corner of his lips, but Steve reached out and ran both
his hands up the inside of Lokis thighs, and Loki shivered, his head dropping back with nothing
more than a small sigh, though one of his hands came up and then dropped back down, curling
into a fist in the couch cushions. Steve couldnt help a small, slightly satisfied smile as he watched
Lokis cock begin to fill, and felt an answering small tug down between his own legs. Not yet
overpowering, though. Lokis legs fell farther apart, and Steve palmed his cock, gave it a slow,
gentle, tug.
Lokis fingers slid into his hair and Steve could feel the muscles of his thighs tense on either side
of him. Youre beautiful, he said sincerely, looking up at Lokis face, his eyes fluttering
between open and closed. Loki made a small sound that Steve couldnt quite interpret. I likeI
like looking at you. Like this. He let his hand squeeze around the base of Lokis cock, felt his
hips push into that pressure. The words felt awkward in his mouth, but the way Loki tensed and
then relaxed, muscles almost spasming, made it worth the strangeness.
"You should talk more often," Loki said, and his voice sounded slightly breathless. Steve let his
thumb slide down and press a little just between the base of Lokis cock and his balls. Loki jerked
and the warmth in Steves belly and groin was beginning to become an ache.
"Most of the time I dont really feel like Im quite able," Steve said, and then flushed, but only a
little. He considered mentioning the lack of lube, but didnt want to pause, and just pulled his hand
away long enough to spit on his palm and use that. He let his hand slide up the shaft, giving
another little tug, and this time letting his thumb run over the head, pre-come welling up at his
touch. Lokis body arched, his hips twisting, and he made a thin sound, a little like a whine. His
teeth bared, almost, though the expression wasnt one of anger.
"You dont need to be so gentle," Loki said, his fingernails digging into Steves scalp. "Im not
going to - ohh-
Steve felt his own body pulse at that noise, and repeated the motion that had triggered it, and
realized that the side of his thumbnail was just skimming over the slit in Lokis cock. He started a
little, about to apologize, but the sound Loki made was a low and slightly ragged moan, and
Lokis cock seemed to harden further in Steves hand, pre-come leaking to where Steve could use
it to further slick his palm. Lokis chest heaved once, and Steve felt suddenly unsure.
"Loki," he said, carefully, but Lokis hand loosened in his hair and slid back.
"Go," he said, and his voice was definitely rough now. "Dont you dare - not now-" His hips
bucked up into Steves hand, and his legs came up and locked around Steves back, pulling him
closer, his heels digging in. Steve started a rhythm with his strokes, feeling his pants tight and his
arousal a fierce ache, and his misgivings faded with the way Loki moved, the way his body
bucked and arched and the breathy little sounds he made-
Steve fixed his eyes on Lokis face. His eyes were still fluttering between open and closed, but
mostly closed, his head thrown back not a pose now, his mouth open. He slowed the pace of his
hand and Loki made a plaintive noise in his throat.
"Tease," he said, almost a gasp. Steve bit his lip. "When I - when I finish I am going to-" His
voice broke off in a sharp sound, somewhere between a moan and a yelp, and the pace of Steves
strokes quickened, almost unconsciously, Lokis body straining, his hand leaving Steves hair,
both clenched in the cushions so hard he thought they might tear. "Faster," Loki urged, and then,
harsher, "I can take-
On an urge half dark and wanting and half out of a kind of desperate - not curiosity, a need to
know, Steve slid his hand up, found the nerve cluster at the crown, lined up his thumbnail and
pressed it in, just a little harder than he would have done.
Lokis whole body surged up, his back bending like a bow, and the sound he made was almost
indescribable, loud and sharp, both moan and cry. His eyes opened impossibly wide, his pulse
almost visible beating wildly in his neck, and it wasnt exactly bliss, was something else, that
made something hot clench in Steves belly, fierce want and fiercer - almost protectiveness,
because it was vulnerability of a kind, nakedness deeper than skin. Loki came violently into his
hand, his hips continuing to move in desperate little thrusts, and Steve let his hand slide down and
stroked him gently through it, an unquiet feeling at the back of his mind.
Loki slumped, eventually, but he reached down and grabbed Steves shoulders, tugged at him. He
crawled up onto the couch and shifted to pull Loki against him, to hold him with his naked limbs
folded up and his head lolling on Steves shoulder. His thoughts were abuzz.
Steve let his hand stroke lightly down Lokis back, trying to ignore the throb in his own groin.
Loki seemed to have forgotten, his body limp, like something had been purged from him more
than usual.
I love you, Steve wanted to say, but the words stuck in his throat. He couldnt be sure how theyd
be taken. You know that, right?
Lokis fingers stroked his chest idly and slid slowly down. May I? he murmured, voice slightly
blurred, and Steve hesitated, but caught his wrist, gently.
"Later," he said, and thought for a moment Loki had heard something in his voice, but he settled
quietly, his breathing slow and even. Calm.
telepathy sex
It hadnt taken Steve five minutes to realize that he was here more as an ego boost for the guy on
stage than anything else, and only a little bit of conversation to wish he hadnt agreed to come,
even if it was just for a couple days. Even if there was nothing immediate at the moment, if
something came up
I miss you.
Steve sat up sharply. Loki didnt speak to him like that often, and Steve suspected it was because
he knew that he was not altogether comfortable with it, but - hearing (if he could call it that)
Lokis voice at the back of his mind now was strangely reassuring, and that hed said
Its terribly dull. I really dont know what to do with myself. Steve smiled a little. Of course he
would undercut that simple, small admission - too close to an expression of need - with his usual
dryness.
It was still strange, but Im sorry, Steve tried, imagining speaking across the distance. Ill be
back soon.
Mmm. NonethelessI was taking a nap, and had the most delightful dream. He could almost hear
Lokis voice, smooth and with a note to it that warmed him a little. I was lying on my bed with my
legs around your waist, and you were fucking me open in deep, slow strokes-
Steve felt his whole body flush. Im in public, he thought, ferociously, and almost said out loud,
close enough that the Im in, slipped out, and the woman sitting next to him gave him an odd
look.
Oh? Damn, Steve thought, with deliberate vehemence. He shouldnt have said anything.
Listening to a speech, he added, hoping that would help. Some politician
I see. Steve felt a peculiar swooping in his stomach that wasnt quite a sinking feeling. It must be
riveting. Steve hesitated, for a long moment. Apparently just long enough. Youre thinking about it
now. Loki sounded decidedly smug. My heels digging into the small of your back. My skin
warmed where your hands grip. The way my back would arch and the sounds Id make, low and
full of lust. Steve shifted uncomfortably in his chair, beginning to feel himself sweat. It wasnt
quite as strong, listening to him talk like this, but it was still I am as well. I can almost feel the
heat of you.
Steve shifted and swallowed hard. Loki, he said, trying to make it chiding, but he had a feeling it
probably sounded a little more plaintive. How was he supposed to control tone in
his thoughts? Im serious. There are people all around me.
Do you want me to stop? Steve thought he could hear amusement, or maybe feel it, resonating
along the connection between them. Steve hesitated again, glanced toward the stage. It didnt end
there, you know, Loki said helpfully. After youd taken me once, you did again, and I could feel
you so very deep inside me
Steve felt his cock stir with interest and jumped to his feet, quickly. Just a second, he thought,
wildly, and headed for the door. A few heads turned to watch him go, but the politician didnt
hitch even slightly. He stopped outside the door and took a few deep breaths, feeling like - some
kind of teenager unable to control his impulses.
Should I apologize? Curiously enough, the question seemed sincere. Steve took a deep breath and
thought about telling Loki that he needed to go back; though about going back and sitting down
and listening to that man talk for another forty-five minutes.
No, he thought, finally.
Good, was Lokis response. I want you to touch yourself. Wrap your hand around your cock and
imagine that its me, and that youre here and sliding in a little at a time-
Steve looked for a bathroom, hurriedly, found one, and headed for it, feeling his whole body
respond, and picturing it too, the look on Lokis face, the way his body would twitch and strain
and shudder, so incredibly responsive to every single small thing Steve did. Are you, he started to
think, and then stopped the thought, not sure how to complete it.
Considering fingering myself open so I can better imagine the feeling of being full of your
cock. Steves stomach clenched, swooping a little at the - almost obscenity of the words, spoken in
Lokis smooth, elegant voice. His breathing felt a little short and he reached down to unbutton his
khakis, feeling a little clumsy. Wishing it were your hands so I could feel them almost burn
against my skin. Steve bit his lip hard as his fingers pulling the zipper down brushed against his
already prominent erection.
I wish I could touch you, Steve thought, honestly, and with more than a shade of longing. I wish I
could-even thinking the words was hard. Im thinking about the way your face - the way you look
when you feelgood. The way your body feels.
He wasnt sure if the sigh was felt or heard. Id leave marks all over your neck, down your
shoulders, so everyone would know, so that no one could look at you and not know exactly-
Steve shoved his pants and boxers together over his hips, wrapped his hand around himself,
feeling frantic. Slow down, he said, aloud, and then took a deep breath and thought it, slow
down. He could almost hear Loki laugh.
Overwhelmed? Good. I want you to be. I want you to be swamped in feeling, your belly clenching
with pleasure, your cock an acute ache between your legs. I want you to be so desperate you
cant hold it in. Then you can come back and fuck me until neither of us can breathe, until we
both collapse in something almost agony and fall asleep still smeared with our mess. Steves
mouth went dry, and his cock throbbed in his hand. He squeezed his eyes closed. I want to dig my
teeth into your shoulder as I come for a third, fourth, fifth time. I want to feel you come inside me
with nothing between skin and skin. I want-
Loki, Steve thought, and said, too, maybe, his hand working at an almost brutal pace. This time it
was definitely plaintive. God, I- His whole body felt like a knot, urgency building in him, and he
pictured Loki, back in New York, doing the same as he was now, spread out on the bed with his
cheeks flushed and his eyes closed, making those unquiet, hungry sounds. Yes, he managed, even
his thoughts feeling ragged. I mean-
Come back here, Lokis voice murmured in his thoughts, and I will not let you leave the bedroom
for a week.
It should have been a threat. It wasnt. It was a promise, and it was all Steve needed, his hips
thrusting into his hand as he came messily, his whole body pulsing with it. He planted a hand
against the side of the bathroom stall to support himself, and bit his lip not to make a sound.
Loki, he managed to think, when his thoughts cleared. That was
The bathroom door opened, and Steve jumped. Someone knocked on the stall door. Mr. Rogers,
is everything all right?
Steve felt himself starting to flush all over again. Yes, he said, Yes, everythingsfine. Sorry,
Ill be right back.
The footsteps retreated, and Steve let out a sigh and slumped before reaching for toilet paper to
clean himself off with. He missed Lokis warm washcloth, the curiously gentle and thorough way
he always cleaned them both. He took a deep breath and tried to focus.
Ill be back soon, he thought, and a little bit of desperation, maybe, slipped into it.
Youd better be. Lokis voice in his mind sounded lazy, satiated. Steve hadnt heard him come,
and suddenly wished he had. I might get bored again.
Steve felt the flush all the way down his chest, and wished his private thought wasnt first I hope
so.
against the wall
Despite the studiously innocent expression on Lokis face, Steve was quite sure he knew exactly
what hed been doing. It was just dinner - a rare privilege Steve had managed to wrangle - but
then Loki would lock eyes with him across the table and delicately lick soup off a spoon, or butter
a slice of bread in bizarrely suggestive strokes, or a thousand other little gestures that should have
been perfectly innocent. Somehow, when Loki did them, they werent.
Hed been riding the edge of discomfort, his skin prickling and excruciatingly aware of his own
body, for most of the latter half of the meal, right up to Loki swiping a finger around the inside of
his bowl of ice cream and sucking it delicately clean.
Steve almost scrambled to pay the bill and dragged Loki out of the restaurant before it got any
worse.
And now Loki was strolling along next to him, his hands in his pockets and the expression on his
face one of insufferably smug innocence. Steve wasnt sure how he managed to blend those two
expressions, but he managed.
It was a long five blocks.
They stepped into the elevator and Loki gave him a smile. Thank you, he murmured,
decorously. For a lovely evening. Steve couldnt help but give him a bit of a look, and Lokis
eyebrows rose delicately. Im sorry, did I-
Steve let out a huff, then reached for the lapels of Lokis jacket and yanked him in for a ferocious
kiss, not bothering to be shy. Lokis mouth tasted faintly of strawberries and his hands slid over
Steves back, a small, pleased sound vibrating in his chest.
The elevator dinged and Loki pulled away, one hand smoothing Steves shirt over his chest - and
then continuing to slide down. Steves breathing snagged. I think weve reached our floor, he
murmured, looking at Steve through lowered eyelashes, and Steve swallowed the urge to swear
and just stepped out, reaching for Lokis hand and tugging him after. Loki stepped in gracefully,
like it was a dance, and backed Steve up against the door, kissing along his jawline with little
flicks of his tongue at each point until Steves skin was tingling all down his neck. The door felt
startlingly solid against his back, Lokis body almost undulating against his, and they were right in
the hallway-
He groped for the door handle and found it opened at his touch. He almost fell back through the
door and just managed to catch himself. Loki laughed, clear and bright and genuine, and the
sound made Steves body light up all over again, buoyed his heart. Hey, he objected, half
heartedly, but Loki was unbuttoning his jacket and shedding it carelessly to the floor, followed
shortly by his crisp, white dress shirt, and then he closed the distance between them again.
"That was fast," Steve said. Loki leaned in and tongued at his earlobe, then sucked it into his
mouth, and Steve gasped, his body jerking.
"Why wait?"
Steve felt like a horny teenager, lust tightening his stomach as he slid his arms around Lokis
narrow waist and kissed him again, open-mouthed. Lokis tongue flickered against his lips, and
when Steve let them part, ran along his teeth. His hands kneaded Steves shoulders like cats
paws. Steves desire was rapidly surging into urgency, and the way Lokis body moved against
his suggested he was feeling the same. Bed? he pulled away long enough to say, but Lokis
fingers knotted in his hair with a wordless sound and dragged him back in, catching Steves
bottom lip and rolling it between his teeth. Heat rushed to Steves groin as Lokis hands groped
down and slid up under his shirt, his cool palms sliding over skin.
Steve pulled away to pant raggedly, but that only resulted in Loki bending his head to suck at his
neck, leaving deep aches behind, each pull drawing blood up to his skin and Steve crowded
forward like he could get closer and only belatedly realized that hed backed Loki into a wall.
He pulled back again, moving his hands up to brace on either side of Lokis shoulders, feeling
almost - dizzy. Lokis pupils were dilated wide, and his chest was heaving, his face flushed and
lips slightly kiss-swollen. Guh, Steve managed, and tried to suck a deep breath. His erection
throbbed between his legs, just the presence of Lokis body right there almost I really think
we should - um - bed, he said again, not sure hed managed a complete sentence. Im not
going to- he felt himself flush. not going to last very long.
Loki arched provocatively against him, hips rolling against Steves. His smile was thoroughly
smug. Or you could just have me here. Now. He leaned forward and slid his tongue along the
shell of Steves ear, then murmured, Fuck me open with your fingers, Captain. Then take your
cock and-
Steve silenced him by covering Lokis mouth with his own, sucking his lower lip into his mouth.
Loki inhaled sharply, his hands sliding up Steves back to grip his shoulders, fingers flexing
powerfully. He felt warm, hot, and pushed thoughtlessly forward, pressing Loki to the wall.
Lokis hands slid down to the waistband of his pants and then to the front, deft fingers undoing
button, then zipper. Steve canted his hips desperately into those hands, this time dropping his head
and fixing his lips to Lokis shoulder, sucking until he heard Loki suck in air in a sharp gasp.
"I will - unh-" Lokis hips bucked into the accidental nudge of Steves thigh, and he shifted to
make the second time deliberate. Lokis fingers stuttered on the zipper and he moaned, lowly. "I
will have you - like this - I would like-" Steve shifted his body and fumbled for Lokis slacks,
trying to undo the clasp without being able to see it. He released the suction on Lokis shoulder
and laved his tongue over the spot, felt Loki shudder with a surge of pleasure. "Ah -"
Lokis hands pushing off his pants and boxers together had become almost graceless. Steve
managed to undo the catch of Lokis and expose him, but hed barely started to reach to take him
in hand when Loki pulled him in, lined them up, and took both their cocks in one long fingered
hand.
Steves eyes slammed closed at the feeling, but he forced them open. His cock looked violently
red next to Lokis, the contrast even sharper against his hand, and he could feel Lokis cock
pressed against his, soft skin and the slick rub of the two heads together.
He could hear Lokis breathing, loud and fast as his hand squeezed and Steves whole body
seemed to throb in answer. He was shaking. Tell me what you want, he forced out, not sure
how he managed to make himself say it. Loki inhaled sharply. You didnt finish saying
"I want you to fuck me breathless," Loki said, and Steve felt the words shudder through him,
startling and fiery and making his pulse quicken. "I want to feel you the next morning. I want-"
His hand moved on their cocks, jerked up and tightened, and Steve had to bite back a yell or a
moan or maybe both. It sounded so vicious, so brutal, but the way Loki said it-
"I want everything," Loki breathed, his voice sounding simultaneously frantic and determined.
"Everything. Just to touch you. Just to feel you - come- His hand moved in a jerky stroke, and
their bodies bucked together. - and come- Again. Steves body pulsed, his heart pounding,
trying to move. and-
Steve came, his head dropping forward, biting down on Lokis shoulder without thinking, and
Loki made a strangled sound, his body writhing. Steve pushed his own hand between them as he
was riding out the waves of his orgasm, and wormed his hand in to wrap his fingers below Lokis
and stroke the spot near the base hed noticed Loki react to before.
He felt Lokis come spatter his chest and stomach, smearing between them as their bodies
continued to rub together, little thrusts gradually slowing and stuttering into stillness. Steve just
breathed. He could see one bruise on Lokis shoulder, and another forming where hed bitten. He
brushed his fingers over them.
"Sorry," he said, quietly, as Loki shuddered at the pressure.
"No," Loki murmured, his hand sliding loose and around to Steves back. "I like the feeling." His
voice lowered, just a little. "I wonder if I can provoke you into leaving a few more."
Steve swallowed hard, but he could feel his body waking up. Im not going to be able to take
you to dinner anymore, he said, without much sincerity. If youre going to He wasnt sure
how to end that sentence.
"I do not," Loki said, "feel even a little bad," and his nails dragged just a little up Steves back.
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Steves hands running over his flanks were gentle, the lightness of his touch almost terrible. Loki
took a deep breath through his nose and canted his hips into those hands, wanting to feel more of
the rough calluses, wanting to feel Steves fingers digging into muscle hard enough to bruise.
Having second thoughts? he asked, mildly, and could almost hear the way Steve would frown.
"Im just taking my time," he said, a stubborn note in his voice, and Loki felt a warm little thrill.
Little things - little nothings, like as not, but even those little flashes were enough to make him -
want. He wondered how much Steve knew, or guessed, about the deep, secret, shameful desires
that he couldnt always hide.
He bit down on the skin of his own wrist as Steves hands smoothed over the curve of his ass, his
thumbs kneading at muscle. Just do it, part of Loki wanted to snap. I dont need
His body was winding tight, and Steve felt it. He paused. Loki?
Loki took a sharp breath through his nose. In his dreams, he remembered, or the imaginings of his
private moments, it had been rough and dirty and fast, power and brutal efficiency brought to bear
against his body. This gentleness
He released his bite and made his voice clear, pitched it low in that tone he knew Steve responded
to. Why, he asked, are you not already fucking me? Steve made a faint, vaguely strangled
sound, and his thumbs dug in and then released. Loki felt him twitch, and he smiled a little. I
want your fingers working me open from the inside, I want to feel your cock slide deep in, I want
to feel the way your thighs tense as you come pressed inside me, and then-
One of Steves hands pulled back even as the thumb of his other found the pucker of Lokis
asshole and pressed against it, his breathing quickening. Loki bit his tongue to keep from urging
Steve to just keep pressing, to push his thumb in, to dig the blunt nail into tender flesh until Loki
was writhing between pain and pleasure.
He held it in. I can never decide, Steve said, his voice sounding a little rough, if I want you to
talk more or less. Steves thumb was replaced by a more slender digit, the slick on it warmed to
skin temperature. A small, thoughtful gesture that made Loki want to shiver. But- His finger
pressed, just a little, and slipped just a little of the way in.
Loki felt even that slight breach all the way up his spine, tingling in his neck. He didnt bother to
smother his moan and pushed his hips into Steves hand, pushing the penetrating finger deeper.
His cock was heavy between his legs. He heard Steves breathing snag.
"More," he said, arching his back. "Give me-"
Steves free hand pushed against his hip. Let me take it slow, he said, and Loki wanted to hiss,
wanted to move and just-
He squeezed his eyes closed and let Steve slide that single finger slowly into him, moving in slow
strokes that made his cock twitch and his whole body shudder. It seemed like forever before a
second finger slid in beside the first, the stretch a little harsher, and a sound escaped his throat that
wasnt quite a whine. He squirmed. Steve, he said, before he could swallow the plaintive note to
it. I need-
A third finger, and this time when all three were fully inside him Steves fingers curled and pushed
and Lokis whole body went rigid, synapses firing all the way through his body, making his knees
tremble and his back quiver and his cock throb almost violently, and this wasnt fast or rough but
it was-
"I dont know that I like not being able to see your face," Steve said, and he sounded strangely
thoughtful, even under the lust thickening his voice. "Even if - even if I can feel the way you"
Loki arched into his fingers, almost writhing. Steves fingers stretched apart slowly, easing him
open until every muscle in his body felt almost like liquid, and he was gasping, ragged, desperate
little sounds that he couldnt quite believe were coming from him.
Please, Loki wanted to say, but he couldnt quite, not yet. Not-
Steves fingers withdrew from him, finally, and he had a moment to feel awfully empty before
there was the nudge of Steves cock against him and he could breathe again because finally, now.
He didnt move in one swift thrust, penetrating to the hilt so even prepared Lokis body would
strain to accommodate him. Even as Loki braced for it, anticipated it, Steves cock breached the
first ring of muscle and held, lubricant sliding down between Lokis legs from where they met.
There was a momentary feeling of tightness, but it faded quickly into pleasant fullness, and Steve
held there, his hips moving in just the shallowest of little thrusts, his breathing quick and harsh but
his hands on Lokis hips gentle, almost caresses.
Loki tried to push back against him, but Steves hands held him still. Hold on, he said, quiet but
still a command, and his hips rocked forward just that little bit further. Loki bit back a strangled
moan, his body yearning for more and clenching in anticipation of pain that he - needed. But this
didnt hurt, and his entire body was pulsing with powerful need and his cock was hard and
leaking despite hardly having been touched. There was a fluttery feeling like panic in his chest.
"Steve," he said, and it came out plaintive again, almost desperate. "I - nnnh." His voice broke off
as Steve moved again, this time sliding fully in, painfully slow but Lokis whole body arched with
it, feeling every inch and for a bare moment he couldnt inhale, couldnt exhale, was just-
Steves hips rested comfortably against his, the soft skin of his balls pressed to Lokis ass. He
leaned forward, body draping over Lokis back like a warm blanket, and pressed a kiss to Lokis
shoulder. He could feel himself shuddering, almost uncontrollably.
"Are you okay?" Steve sounded worried. "Do you"
Lokis fingers dug into the bed. Dont stop, he said, fiercely. No. Im not okay. I dont
understand."Move. Fuck m-aaaah." Steves body moved in one long, slow stroke, out and then
in. Slow and smooth and his hand slid around Lokis body, took his cock in hand. Loki gasped for
air, feeling ragged, suddenly, broken open, like somehow this slowness was stripping everything
away from him.
He dropped his forehead to the bed, pressing it against his forearm, and squeezed his eyes closed.
Steves hands slid down his back again, but he was still close and warm and everywhere and how
was he supposed to, how could he possibly-
His cock was an acute ache between his legs. Steve moved in another long, slow thrust, in-out,
and Lokis body clenched and unclenched, seized up and went loose, his eyes fluttering open and
forced closed. Desire was a hard knot in his belly and his heart fluttered wildly against his ribcage.
Steves fingers smoothed soothing circles on his back.
"I dont want to hurt you," Steve said, quietly, and a large part of Loki wanted to howl youre
hurting me now. But it was good, so good, so damned good that he couldnt bear it, it was too
much, too intense, too - he panted, raggedly, straining between Steves hand and his cock, too
much not enough, breaking open between them.
Steve shifted angle and this time his cock pushed up against the sweet spot inside him and Loki
went rigid, his cock twitching in Steves hand, his body strung tight and he couldnt hold back a
cry. Another slow, deep thrust in the same place, a gentle stroke of his cock, and Loki was gone,
his vision going blank, his mind going blank, everything that had built up inside him filling up and
spilling over.
He wasnt certain, for a moment, that he would come back.
When he did, Steve was still moving in those long, slow thrusts, slightly quicker now, and his
breathing was quick, Loki didnt have the ability to help, still dizzy and dazed, not sure how to
feel. He felt Steve come, the tensing of his muscles, the catch in his breathing and his fingers
digging in. His own breath still came uneven and too quick.
Steve folded over him again as his hips stuttered, and kissed Lokis shoulder, then scraped the flat
of his teeth over the skin. Loki shuddered and held back a sound that would have been too much
like a whimper.
"Its okay," Steve said, and what, Loki thought wildly, what is? but all he could do was go limp,
focus on the feeling of Steve breathing on his shoulder, and close his eyes, understanding nothing.
dom/sub
It was something hed been thinking about for a while, considering carefully and turning over in
his head, by the time he made his move. He still felt his heartbeat pick up when he rolled Loki to
his back and pinned his wrists to the bed.
Loki fell still very suddenly, almost freezing, and Steve felt his muscles tense. For a moment, he
thought hed misstepped and misstepped badly, but then Loki exhaled a quiet sound and relaxed
under him. Oh, he murmured. His hands flexed, and Steve felt it in his wrists. Well. Feeling
bold, Captain? He sounded faintly amused, and Steve took a deep breath, gathering his
confidence.Orders, he thought. Just like-
Stay on your back, he said. Hands at your sides.
Loki blinked, and his eyes widened just a fraction, his smirk flickering slightly, but his eyes
darkened and Steve heard his breathing snag. Steve let his hands squeeze, just a little, and Lokis
body tensed and then went slack, the sound of his breathing a little harsher. You are feeling
bold, he said, though, lightly. Steve bent down and nipped at Lokis throat. His head tilted
eagerly back, and Steve felt a flush of heat in his chest.
Youre not in charge right now, Steve said, and felt foolish the moment the words were out of
his mouth, but pushed on. I am. Clear? Lokis hands twitched on the bed. His fingers curled
down into the blankets.
Are you telling me to be obedient? Loki sounded amused again, and Steve sat up and locked his
eyes on Lokis.
"Yes."
He felt just the slightest twitch of Lokis body, a quick inhale. Steve pulled his hands slowly away
from Lokis wrists, and they stayed at his sides. Steve bent his head down and kissed him, making
it long and slow. Loki arched toward him with a quiet hum, and Steve used his hips to push him
back down, then worked a hand between them and slid it up under his shirt. Lokis stomach
muscles quivered under his hand, and when Steve lifted his head Lokis eyes were dark, pupils
dilated wide.
"Im not terribly good at obedience," Loki murmured.
Steve said the first thing that came to mind, which was, something to work on, then, and slid his
hand further up Lokis chest, letting his fingers glide lightly over his skin. Lokis eyes fluttered a
little toward closed, and one of his hands half lifted off the bed.
Steve caught it with his free hand and pressed it back down. I said to keep your hands at your
sides, he said, a little more firmly than the first time. So keep them there. His fingers found one
of Lokis nipples and he pressed down in a little circle. Loki made a faint ah!" sound and jerked
a little, and Steve felt a surge of warmth pool low in his belly. Steve repeated the motion, releasing
Lokis wrist again, and bent his head to kiss along Lokis jawline. His body tensed and relaxed
against Steves, rocking between extremes.
"If I - if I do not?" There was a note of challenge to Lokis voice, underneath a touch of
breathlessness. Steve nipped at the skin of Lokis neck, very lightly. That was the question, wasnt
it? He wasnt willing to - punish Loki. Not the way that seemed to be typical, so it was something
hed had to consider carefully.
"Then therell be consequences," Steve said evenly, and felt Loki exhale sharply, his body
pushing up against Steves. Almost at once, as Steve had expected, both his hands came up and
ran up Steves legs.
Steve pulled back and sat up, removing Lokis hands with his own and taking his body from
contact with Lokis. He regarded him calmly with the look that had made belligerent soldiers
under his command back down. Lokis expression was blankly surprised, and for a moment he
just stared back.
"Are you done?" Steve asked, patiently. Lokis eyes narrowed a fraction and he shifted, but Steve
held himself deliberately away, releasing his wrists. When Loki moved to touch him again, Steve
simply batted them away. "I can be patient," he said, mildly. Loki just stared at him, and then
made a low sound like a huff of laughter and dropped his head back, his hands to his sides. Steve
took that as good enough and leaned back in, this time pressing his tongue to the seam of Lokis
lips and letting it slip inside when they parted. He could see Lokis hands twitch, but they
remained where they were.
Steve let his mouth explore Lokis neck and shoulders until he was twitching when Steve breathed
on his skin, a small sound that wasnt quite plea and wasnt quite protest slipping from his throat,
and then he pulled back again.
"Strip," he said, and that, at least, was an easy order to give. Lokis tongue slipped out and licked
his lips as he sat up, slowly, and then rose to his knees to pull his fairly simple tunic off over his
head. It was easier to watch openly, now, without shame, to admire that slender, pale body with its
taut, lean muscle and near-flawless skin. Loki dropped the tunic to the floor and moved his hands
to the catch of his trousers, "Wait," Steve said abruptly, and moved in. Loki lowered his hands,
slowly, his eyes on Steve keen and sharp.
Steve reached out and let his hand cup over the bulge in Lokis pants, pressing just lightly with his
fingertips and feeling the half-hard weight in his palm swell just slightly at his touch, and took a
breath through his nose, his own body responding. He could feel Lokis eyes on him as he shifted
his hands up and undid the clasp, pulled the zipper slowly down. He let his fingers slip just inside
and Loki shuddered, his hands jerking up to Steves hips to pull him in-
Steve made himself step back, quickly, though it was harder than he wanted to admit, pulling his
hand back. You know the rules, Steve said, not quite chidingly, and a slight flush crept across
Lokis face.
"Just-" Steve held very still, waiting for Loki to tell him to stop, but Loki shook his head suddenly
and took a deep breath through his nose. "I know," he said, though there was a slight strain to
his voice. Steve stepped back in, and this time when his fingers slid into the open front of Lokis
pants, his hands clenched in fists but stayed at his sides even as Lokis body bucked toward the
gentle brush of his fingers with an unquiet moan.
Steve moved swiftly, almost pouncing back on the bed and pushing Loki back. Lokis hips lifted
helpfully up so Steve could drag his pants over his hips, and then he pressed himself against Loki,
still clothed, and kissed him again, letting their bodies slide and rut together, listening to Lokis
breathing quicken as he ran his hand down Lokis side to the jut of his hip, his thumb tracing the
diagonal line of the bone inward. Loki squirmed under him, and Steve shimmied down a little
lower, closed his mouth over one dark circle, and teased the hardening bud with his tongue.
Lokis chest pushed into his mouth, his whole body going rigid as his back arched. Nnnhyes, he
said, or it sounded like he said, and Steve could see his hands twitching but they didnt lift, Loki
fighting to keep them still. Steve-
His name sounded almost - not like a plea, but something, and it made Steves blood heat, his
heart thud a little faster. He shifted his body so his hand could slid in between them, wrap around
Lokis length and give it a gentle tug so it filled further in his hand and Lokis voice broke off, his
breathing quickening. Steve gave Lokis cock another pull, this time letting his thumb rub a little
circle under the head. Lokis hips bucked almost violently.
"I want to touch you," Loki said, his voice sounding slightly airless.
"Not now," Steve said, and was slightly surprised by the quality of his own voice, lower and
rougher than hed expected, and it felt - it was strange, but not bad, not bad at all, just - and
watching Loki react like this - "Dont come," he said, half on a whim. "Not until I say. Can
you"
Lokis mouth opened soundlessly, and his eyelids fluttered as Steve gave his wrist a little twist.
yes, he said, Yes, I can- His hands twitched, and then his body.
Steve started to work his hand a little faster. Loki moved in waves underneath him, breathing loud
and open-mouthed. Every response seemed exaggerated, every reaction amplified, and Steve
could feel it in his body, could feel every little sound going straight to his own cock.
"Is this good?" Steve asked, lowly, even if he could guess the answer. "You like - you like it
when I push. You like it when I take control." He felt Loki tense, and deliberately tightened his
hand just slightly so the tension slid sideways into something slightly different. It didnt come
easily, but- "Thats what Im going to do. Now. Im going to see how many times I can get you to
come." He took a deep breath. "Im going to take care of you. And youre going to let me."
Loki made a faint sound, not quite intelligible, and Steve felt his cock twitch in his hand. He
jacked his hand in another stroke, lining his thumb slide up to push along the biggest vein on the
underside.
Unh-" Lokis lips pressed together and his hips pulsed in short thrusts against his hand still
pumping, Steve could just see his hands, fingers dug into the mattress. He locked his mouth over
the other nipple, this time, and sucked.
Loki cried out, sharply, and Steve felt a pulse of liquid slide down to his hand, wet slick making
the motion of his hand easier. The taste of Lokis skin was almost electric, flavored just slightly
with sweat, and the frantic motions of his hips rutting against Steves hand were fast becoming
uneven, irregular. He didnt answer Steves pronouncement, breathing in short little gasps.
Something rose up in Steves chest, heavy and full and ferocious, and he raised his head and
moved his mouth to Lokis neck where he locked his lips and sucked until he was sure there
would be a mark. His hand pumped Lokis length and he moved his body enough to say into his
ear, Youre mine. All right?
The sound Loki made was almost a shattered one, somewhere between a gasp and a shout, and
his hips jerked violently into Steves hand, his whole body bending as he came.
Steve exhaled as he worked Loki through it, even as his own body throbbed for attention. It
surprised him a little, that hed said that. Youre mine. But it didnt feelwrong.
Deep inside, where it had come from, it felt good.
fingering
I want to touch every inch of you, Loki had said, his voice low and near enough to a purr to make
Steve shiver, and it seemed he was intent on making it a promise. His mouth followed every brush
of his hands, his fingers tracing a muscle only for his tongue to follow the same path, his palm
smoothing a broad stroke over his arm followed by sucking, wet kisses. Steves body felt strung
tight and exquisitely sensitive, his skin pebbling with goosebumps even before Lokis fingers met
his skin.
Long fingers skated over Steves sides as his head bent, tongue dipping briefly into his navel.
Steve arched helplessly toward Loki, and didnt bother to try to swallow the little gasp that
deepened quickly to a moan as Lokis hands spread over his thighs, thumbs digging into the
muscle.
Lokis eyes darted to his face, and there was a glint to his eyes that made Steves body heat up.
His hands kneaded Steves thighs. Steve reached to touch his face and Loki turned his head and
caught Steves fingers between his teeth, nipped lightly and then sucked on his fingertips. Oh,
Steve said, a little breathlessly, almost feeling that suction all the way down in his cock.
Loki lifted his head, and then slid his hands inward and pressed his thumbs at the inside of Steves
thighs, nudging his legs apart. Steve let them fall open without thinking about it, and Loki shifted
between and continued his slow exploration, his hands skimming back up to Steves hips, over his
belly, down and tantalizingly near but not quite touching until Steve wanted to growl.
"Youre being a tease," Steve accused. Loki smiled in a way that made Steves blood heat.
"You dont seem to mind."
"I just-"
Loki leaned down then and kissed him, long and deeply so their bodies rubbed together, not quite
lined up, the line of Lokis arousal against him almost as good as the taut muscle of Lokis
stomach against his.
He pulled back, though, and a faint whine escaped Steve as his hips arched into suddenly empty
space. A moment later, though, Lokis hand slid down under his cock and rolled his balls in the
palm of his hand.
Steve almost yelped, pleasure surging and his cock twitching eagerly. I like touching you, Loki
murmured. I like feeling you feel, watching your face twitch and flush, feeling your body buck
with needy lust-
The sound Steve made was a helpless moan, and hearing it from himself made him want to blush.
He squirmed. Youre planning - what are you planning? He demanded, and Loki smirked and
tugged lightly downward. Steves eyes slammed closed and he panted a few breaths.
"I want to slide my fingers inside you," Loki said, his voice smooth and rich. "I want to ease you
open until I find the spot inside you that makes you writhe, and then I want to stroke you to
orgasm with just the lightest of touches."
Steves mouth went dry, and any response flew out of his head. The look on Lokis face as hed
rocked on his own hand, three fingers thrust in to the knuckle, popped vividly into his head,
followed by the idea of those long, slender fingers inside him, and Steve felt his body quiver and
his cock twitch and suddenly wanted that very much.
"Oh," he said, a little breathlessly. Lokis fingers slid back a little from his balls, thumb stroking
the sensitive skin behind, and Steve inhaled sharply at the rush of sensation. "Iyes."
"Mmm?" The question was sincere. Steve took a deep breath, tight though his chest might feel,
and let it out.
"Yes," he said, slowly. "I want - I want to try-"
Lokis thumb glided back along his perineum, and his knees nudged under Steves hips, lifting
them up at a slight angle. His other hand ran down along Steves thigh, and he twitched, shivered,
in mingled anxiety and excitement.
Lokis fingers pulled back, after a moment, and he opened the little jar of oil Steve was becoming
familiar with, coating his fingers liberally with the stuff. His clean hand wrapped around Steves
cock and gave it a few tugs that sufficed to chase away the nervousness and just leave him
straining for more again, though it came back when he felt Lokis wet fingertip circle his hole.
"Relax," Loki said, gently. His forefinger drew another circle, this a little tighter, and Steve felt his
body spasm. He took a deep breath, though, and tried to relax, imagined his bodys muscles all
easing
He still gasped sharply when he felt the first breach, the sudden push in of what felt wider than a
finger. A moment later he felt more cool liquid squeezed onto his skin, worked into his flesh,
sliding in and easing the burning feeling inside. Lokis thumb stroked along the sensitive skin
behind his balls again, and Steve felt the digit inside him slip a little deeper as he relaxed. His body
felt stretched already, and it seemed impossible, how did Loki fit three of his own fingers-
More lube, and a little bit deeper, and the rest of the slide seemed easier to where Steve could feel
Lokis knuckles pressed against his ass. He shifted, feeling unsure, uncomfortable if not in pain,
his toes curling as he tried to breathe deeply.
"Um," he summoned the voice to say, eventually. "Im not sure"
He felt Lokis finger probe forward, shift slightly and probe against, and it felt very, very-
Steves whole body jumped and he let out a sound like a yelp, a bolt of pleasure suddenly
shooting straight to his cock and up through his whole body like an electric current. The second
time he felt Loki nudge against something deep inside him and felt it again, intense and almost
overwhelming.
"Ah - is that," he managed, and could almost hear Loki smirk.
"If you learned how to do this," Loki murmured, "you could probably make me come from this
alone." The image flashed into Steves head, Loki split open on his fingers, legs sprawled wide
and face flushed, coming without so much as a single stroke of his cock-
Steves whole body pulsed warm, as Loki began to move his finger slowly, shallowly in and out
until the burn had faded, and Steve could feel the slick of the lube easing the way, and then the
first finger withdrew, only to be joined by a second, both coated and slick, and this time Steve
braced himself for the initial feeling of stretch.
He bit down hard on his lip when it came, though, his eyes widening. Loki pushed into him
slowly, and Steve panted, but it seemed to come faster, this time, the press of Lokis knuckles and
then the crooking of his fingers that set Steves blood on fire, made him squirm and arch, a thin
whine escaping his throat as Lokis fingertips pushed over that spot again and again and again-
"Your whole body is flushed," Loki murmured, as his fingers worked in and out, and the stretch
became a sense of pleasant fullness interrupted by the almost violent spikes in feeling. "Theres a
sheen of sweat on your skin. After you come, I think Ill lick it off, and then you can do this to me,
leave your fingerprints on the deepest parts of me-
Steve groaned, lowly, the pressure of Lokis fingers not quite enough, needing just a little bit
more, just a little- that image appealed, though, more than Steve wanted to admit. He wanted to
find that place inside Loki. Wanted to press his fingers over it and watch Loki come undone with
pleasure, wanted-
Lokis hand wrapped loosely around his cock. His fingers crooked, pressed down, and his thumb
rubbed up against Steves cockhead.
Steve came hard, trapped between Lokis two hands, rocking between them with little motion. His
body went slack even as his hands drifted down Lokis back to the curves of his buttocks and dug
into the muscle and flesh there.
"Well?" Loki murmured, quietly. Steve felt a surprising little pang of loss as his fingers pulled
away, but he gathered Loki into his arms and pulled him down for an open-mouthed kiss, and
hoped that was answer enough.
rimming
Loki took one look at him, stitched his eyebrows together, and stepped back. Go take a shower,
he said, imperiously. A hot shower, and then lie down on your stomach on the bed.
Steve blinked, a little taken aback. What?
"I can almost see you radiating tension from here. Its making my shoulders ache." Loki gave him
a critical look. "So Im going to see to mending that."
He was as good as his word.
Loki lapped at the top of his spine, his thumbs digging into the muscle of Steves shoulders. Steve
felt a little shiver run down his back, an involuntary noise escaping him as Lokis fingers found an
obstinate knot and began working at it.
"Youre far too tense," Loki murmured. "I ought to do this more often." His hands were strong
and sure, and Steve wondered, suddenly, if once upon a time Loki had done this - or something
like - for Thor. The thought made him faintly uncomfortable, though, so he pushed it away.
"I wouldnt mind that," Steve murmured into the pillow, and Loki chuckled quietly.
"I thought you might not." Loki massaged the knot again, and Steve felt it all the way to the bone,
muscle warming and loosening, portions of his shoulders already feeling almost liquid.
"Youre good at this," Steve said, his voice sounding a little thick to his own ears.
"Mm." Seeming satisfied with his progress, Loki shifted his hands a little further down Steves
shoulders, his tongue licking up his spine, drawing a narrow wet line in between his shoulder
blades. Steve twitched, but only a little, feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed. He was vaguely
aroused, but just enough to make him more closely attuned to the flutter of Lokis breath and the
coolness of his hands, sensations deliciously heightened. "Ive hardly started."
There was a tone to Lokis voice that made Steves toes curl and his stomach do a flip, at once
nervous and anticipatory. that so? he said, hearing a little note of breathlessness to his own
voice, and Loki chuckled.
"Mm," he said again, breathing on Steves skin for a moment before fastening his lips to skin and
sucking hard, his fingers digging into the muscle of his back anew. Steve felt his body warm,
muscles going slack, as Loki pushed his thumbs down along either side of Steves spine. He
trailed gentle kisses down until his hands began to work at Steves lower back, thumbs rubbing
slowly expanding circles. His mouth moved steadily lower, to the dip of his spine, and the tension
oozed out of Steve, leaving him feeling almost limp on the bed.
At least until Loki nipped lightly at his ass and Steve almost jumped, his eyes that had been
drifting closed snapping open with a startled little yelp. He could almost hear Lokis grin. Just
making sure you wont fall asleep. He licked the same spot as the bite, his hands sliding slowly
down from Steves waist. He twitched at the feeling of Lokis breath on his skin and the tone in
his voice, feeling a sudden awareness of his cock trapped underneath his body.
"What are you planning," Steve asked, not quite in accusation. Lokis hands eased down over his
ass and kneaded the muscle once. Steve didnt quite tense, a current starting in his body, centered
in his loins. A moment later he felt a soft exhalation, and then the probe of Lokis tongue between
his buttocks.
his buttocks.
Steve started violently and with a strangled sound of surprise, but even at the same time he felt
blood rush to his groin, nerves lighting up eagerly. Loki-! burst out of him, and his tongue
withdrew.
"Too much?" Loki asked, and Steve squeezed his eyes closed.
"No," he said, finally, "but I just" his voice trailed off, a little pointlessly, not sure what to say.
He wanted to turn over and look at Loki, but he still felt so loose, so comfortableSteve started to
twist his head back to see if he could catch Lokis eye, but then Lokis tongue was back again,
licking another stripe until it pressed flat over his asshole with sudden wet warmth and Steves
hips pushed eagerly up before he could try to hold still. Lokis hands on his buttocks shifted and
his tongue retreated, the touch of his mouth becoming a sucking kiss that Steve felt like a bolt of
electricity all up his spine. A noise a little like a whine slipped out of his mouth into a pillow, and
this was so - strange, but
Loki hummed into him, the vibration traveling down so he could almost feel it in his balls, and
into his body as well. His hips arched helplessly up, and he could feel his cock responding,
exquisitely aware of everything Lokis mouth was doing, all his freshly relaxed muscles still limp
but trying to tense. Loki hummed again, and then his tongue slipped out and probed against his
hole, drew a little circle and then stiffened and - dipped inside.
The sharp, startled moan-gasp pushed out of Steves chest startled him. Lokis tongue pushed just
a little bit into him and he could feel every little twitch and twist and flicker, another sound
escaping when he moved his tongue swiftly to thrust out and then in, just a fraction deeper.
Steves cock swelled and his heart thudded hard, body swinging wildly between the growing ache
of need and peaceful languor.
"Loki," he said again, but the tone was audibly different even to him this time, almost plaintive.
His tongue withdrew and it was back to kisses, light breaths, centered over his asshole. Steve
panted, a little raggedly.
"Good?" Loki murmured, quietly, the word barely audible and breathed over Steves flushed
skin.
"Yes," Steve exhaled, because it was, strange or not, and he wanted - wanted-
Loki kissed down a little further, ran his tongue up and down and back up again. Touch
yourself, he murmured, and tapped the tip of his tongue lightly against Steves hole, making his
body clench and then relax again as he traced a wet circle around. I want you to come with my
tongue in you. I want to feel your muscles clench and then go slack as everything comes spilling
out of you, as you slide through bliss into languor and can only lie there and sleep, dreamlessly
and quiet-
Steve took a sharp breath in and worked his hand under his body, lifting his hips to wrap his hand
around his cock. Lokis hands moved to support him, and his teeth caught the other buttock this
time, just sharp enough that he knew there would be a bit of a mark. Steves cock twitched in his
hand and he started to stroke himself, his hand stuttering as Lokis mouth pressed to his asshole
again, sucking hard enough that Steves whole body went rigid. And then it was his tongue again,
probing, pushing in in little thrusts, a little further every time and Steve felt his body open and
loosen even as the rest of him seemed to wind tighter.
Lokis tongue pushed in and curled, slightly, and then he hummed again, and this time Steve felt it
all the way up inside him, vibrating through his insides and making his eyes slam closed with the
rush of feeling and pleasure. His hand squeezed, unconsciously, and he didnt manage to swallow
the yell as he came, trying to arch back into Loki and thrust forward into his own hand at the same
time, spilling in long pulses, each one seeming to drain energy with it.
Loki kept up his attentions until Steve slumped limply, and then his supporting hands eased
Steves hips back to the bed and moved up to stroke his back.
"Hnnh," Steve said, coherently. Loki laughed, quietly, but it sounded strikingly fond. He felt
utterly slack, languid, unable to even think about getting up and doing anything productive.
"Im"
Lokis hand brushed across Steves shoulder. Sleep, he murmured. Ill wake you in a couple
hours. You need the rest.
"But you"
"Hush," Loki said, firm but strangely gentle as well. "I shall hardly be going anywhere." He
leaned down and pressed a kiss on one of Steves shoulder-blades, and he let his eyes drift closed.
That was true. Loki would still be here. He believed that now.
"All right," he mumbled. "Just a couple hours." He felt good. Relaxed. At ease. The words just
slipped out of him. "I love you."
The world was rapidly receding, and he didnt hear Lokis reply.
69
The first time Steve awkwardly commented on the possibly apropos double entendre of the
moniker Silvertongue, Loki laughed himself breathless. Just as Steve was moving from
embarrassed to irritated, though, Loki had pushed him back and - upped his game, as it were, to
new heights.
He seemed determined to continue that trend now.
Steve groaned, feeling impossibly aroused. Loki had been teasing him closer and closer to orgasm
for what felt like forever, letting him get painfully close only to draw back to little laps of his
tongue and too light kisses. Steves whole body was pounding to his heartbeat, and he was well
past needy and into desperate. He reached for Loki and expelled a sharp breath.
"Its not fair," he pushed out, voice almost a whine as Loki drew back again, the tip of his tongue
darting out to circle his slit. "I cant - I cant touch you like this-
Loki lifted his head, just fractionally. Why, Captain, he murmured, voice purrlike, even if his
eyes were slightly lust-glazed. Youre not getting frustrated, are you? Steve made a sound that
was incoherent even to him, and Loki grinned, his eyes getting that look in them that either boded
very well or very badly, and Steve could never decide which it was. So thats your complaint?
Steve took the few moments respite to try to catch his breath, though his body was already aching
for Loki to continue. Yes, he said, deciding that whatever Loki was intendinghe wanted to
know what it was. Thats my compaaah." Loki lifted his head from where hed just rasped his
tongue along the ridge of Steves cockhead, and smirked. He lowered his voice to something
almost inaudible.
"Do you want to see if your mouth can do to me what I can do to you?"
Steve felt a pleasurable shiver slide down his spine. He knew he didnt have the experience, but
he still felt - still liked feeling the way Loki responded. Nnh, slipped out, before he managed,
yes, and Loki pulled back.
"Well then," Loki said, and then swung around, his head still hovering over Steves groin, his
body reversed over Steves so his hips - and his cock, hard and glistening slightly with pre-come,
was just-
Steves hands jumped up to grab Lokis hips and pull him down, head bending so he could press a
(somewhat awkward) kiss to the base of his cock. He heard Lokis sharp inhale and felt the
muscles in his ass tense under his grip, and did it again, a little more lingeringly, letting his tongue
tickle down towards Lokis balls. He felt Lokis body quiver before his head bent and he breathed
lightly over Steve, waking up his body all over again and reminding him how much he needed
more. He squirmed helplessly, just managing to swallow a yelp. Steve pushed his fingers a little
harder into muscle and ran his tongue along Lokis shaft, tasting the slight musky flavor of his skin
with that faint tingle of electricity underneath.
Lokis mouth enveloped him like a challenge, warm and wet. He sucked, just lightly, and Steves
body jerked up, thrusting into Lokis mouth before he could hold himself still, but Loki just
hummed and Steve felt it vibrate all down his cock and up into his belly, making his body clench
and a new surge of heat rising inside him-
Steve pulled Lokis hips to be in better line with his body, and moved his own mouth to run his
tongue experimentally under the crown of Lokis cock. The slightly strangled noise Loki made
into his flesh was like a circuit completing, his nerves all alive at once and humming with
awareness. Steve took a quick breath through his nose and set to, thinking of things Loki had done
that he liked, or things he thought Loki might like, licking, kissing, tracing the increasingly
prominent veins and finally moving Lokis hips to guide his cock just a little into his mouth.
"Ah," Loki said, just audible as he withdrew only enough to lavish kisses around the base of
Steves cock. "Steve-"
Hearing his name like that, in Lokis voice, was - almost intoxicating, Steve decided. Made him
feel giddy and pleased and hungry. He let his mouth slide down a little further, trying to move his
tongue at the same time, sucking until he could almost feel the weight of Lokis cock twitch inside
his mouth, the way Lokis body tensed and strained, his hips pushing against Steves hands for all
he held them steady. Steve sucked again, a little harder, making the seal of his mouth tight as far
down as he dared go.
Loki gasped, his body over Steves almost convulsing, and then his mouth was on Steve again
with new fervor, licking up his cock and then enveloping him again, his tongue pushing against
the head in little pulses, and Steve could feel his body building toward orgasm again, his thoughts
starting to fragment. He focused on Lokis body over his, on dragging him over with him, on the
taste of his cock and the smell of sex and sweat slick on both their bodies-
He could hear Loki making muffled little unh-unh-unh noises as his lips and tongue worked
almost frantically, stuttering at certain strokes of Steves tongue. Hardly thinking, Steve shifted
one of his hands, moving his fingers to slide between Lokis buttocks, his little finger tracing
down and then pressing at Lokis asshole, teasing.
Loki went rigid and his mouth was suddenly an impossibly tight seal around Steves cock, his
tongue fluttering until the tip probed hard in just the right place and finally, finally Steve tipped
over the edge and came, feeling Lokis lips and throat milking him dry.
Steves body was still pulsing with his orgasm as he took Loki in his mouth again and swiped his
tongue over the head, tasting the tang of pre-come, and then brought his thumb in and pressed at
the base of Lokis cock.
Lokis hips bucked and he made a ragged sound, his head coming up before Steve had finished so
come panted his chin as his body bent. Steve held his finger there and sucked, then again, until
Loki made a low keening noise, his hands clamping on Steves thighs.
"Aaaaaaah-
Steves whole body flushed at that sound. He released the pressure, and took the first pulse of
Lokis climax on his tongue. The taste was bitter and not altogether pleasant, but he couldnt care,
not when he was already starting to slide toward post-coital exhaustion and he was feeling a little
glow of pride at having remembered that tactic.
Loki shifted around as his body began to go slack, stretching out next to Steve, his eyes half
closed and his expression - satiated.
Steve felt a warm coil of satisfaction settle in his belly, only to have it transform into a different
kind of heat as Loki wiped some of Steves spend off his chin only to lick it off his fingers, one at
a time.
And then leaned in and licked a stripe of his own off Steves jaw.
"Did I wear you out?" Loki asked, his voice only slightly slurred, and just the tone of voice
"Maybe not quite yet," Steve said, still feeling a little breathless, and pulled Loki up for a kiss,
delighting in the way Lokis body felt against his.
sweet and passionate
Loki was almost vibrating. He stood a few steps from Steve, tense and rigid, his eyes slightly too
wide, frozen as though he were rooted to the floor. It didnt look right, on him. Steve shifted.
"Im back," he said, finally, and Loki made the first sound he had since Steve had opened the
door. A quiet breath that wasnt quite a whimper.
"Youre alive," he said, and Steve felt the words like lead dropping into his stomach, and realized
- hed gone AWOL four days before, and spent yesterday in the infirmary. Five days.
"Did no one tell you," Steve started to say, and trailed off.
"No." Lokis voice was very quiet. "No one told me." The way he was looking at Steve -
hurt. Like he kept expecting something to happen, or perhaps like he thought this might not be
real.
Steve pictured Loki, up here, waiting for him to come. Wondered if the first day hed thought
Steve had forgotten, or maybe decided not to come anymore. His stomach churned, and he took a
deep breath.
"Im - Im all right." There was still something too still, immobile, about Loki, and Steve took a
cautious step nearer. "Im sorry"
Lokis head twitched to the side. You need not-
"Of course I need to apologize," Steve said, cutting him off. "I assumed that - but I should have
made sure. I can only imagine"
"For the past twenty-four hours I have been engaged in an internal debate regarding how best to
tear your realm apart to find your killer," Loki said, his voice perfectly flat. Steve felt a shiver
crawl down his spine.
"Thats not-"
"What you would want?" Loki made a harsh sound, little like a laugh. "You think I do not know
that? But what would you have me do? Sit and wring my hands?
Steve squeezed his eyes closed, guilt tangling with a bit of frustration. Thats not-
"Every day," Loki said, his voice rising sharply, "Or nearly every day, you stride out to challenge
fate, and I must sit here like a maiden in a tower, helpless, trapped, knowing how easily a single
blow could strike you down, imagining vividly all the ways a man can die-
"Loki," said Steve, and now it was worry itching at him at the tone in Lokis voice, drawing
nearer to panic.
"You could choke out your last breaths while I was here, reading inane mortal
literature, blissfully unaware-
Steve took another step forward and reached out, grabbed Lokis shoulders. They were rigid
under his hands, and Steve squeezed hard, dug his fingers in.
"Loki," he said again, lowly. "Please. Im fine. Can you just"
The instant Steve touched him, though, he twisted, trying to pull him away. Do not, he started to
say, and Steve gave his shoulders another squeeze.
"Im sorry," He said again, low and calm. "You were worried. Its okay."
What is, Loki snapped. You will forgive me if I find I cannot be so blas about your potential
demise- There was an air of wildness to his voice, of desperation. Steve moved one of his hands
into Lokis hair and met his eyes, keeping his expression calm.
"Im here now," he said, quietly. "Can you focus on that?"
Lokis body shuddered, and then something seemed to crack open and he moved for the first time,
almost lunging, his hands on either side of Steves face pulling him into a kiss that felt almost
frantic and was strangely graceless.
Hed scared Loki, Steve realized. Badly. That he was letting it show this much-
He released Lokis shoulders only to slide his arms around his waist and pull his body close,
trying to take the kiss and slow it down, ease them both back from the edge Loki was teetering on.
He slid his tongue along Lokis and then slipped it into his mouth, felt Lokis arms flex and relax,
his hands slipping down to Steves neck. Steve could still feel the vibration in his body, but the
longer he held Loki there, just kissing him, the more it became a different kind of shaking, less
tension holding him too tight and more the exhaustion of tension released.
Steve combed his fingers through Lokis hair as he pulled back, and found it slightly tangled.
Steve wondered if hed slept at all. Lokis hands moved to Steves shoulders, his fingers digging
in almost too hard. Steve didnt protest. Its all right, he said again, soothingly, and Loki made a
faint sound.
"No," he said, faintly, and Steve kissed him before he could continue whatever train of thought
held him still, suddenly feeling powerfully protective. This time when he pulled back it was just to
trail kisses along Lokis jawline. He could hear Lokis breathing, uneven and slightly harsh, and
kept up the gentle kisses until it steadied slightly, the sound shifting toward something other than
near-panic.
"Im here," Steve murmured into Lokis skin, and sucked lightly. This time the twitch was
unmistakable. "Im here."
Loki turned his head abruptly, twisting his body to catch some of the skin of Steves neck in his
teeth, the bite not gentle. Steve took in a hissing breath but didnt respond in kind, keeping his
arms snug around Lokis waist but not tight, his mouth gentle, and a moment later Loki released
him with a shudder.
"I need," he said, and then cut off. Steve rubbed at the small of his back with one hand and kissed
him again before drawing back.
"What do you need?"
Loki made a small sound in the back of his throat and then moved again, his hands tugging at
Steves shirt, slipping down to the hem and pushing it up his back. You, he said, after a
moment, and if it sounded like he was trying to a usual tone it slipped a little bit short. I need - I
want to feel you- His hips moved in a deliberate, provocative motion, and Steve almost jumped,
but he already knew
"Go get in bed," he said, and gave Loki another long kiss on the mouth. "Ill be right there." For a
moment, he thought Loki would argue, but then he drew back, if reluctantly, and turned to pad
down the hallway. Steve watched him go, then looked around the suite. It lookedin fairly good
condition, compared to some of the times Steve had come when Loki was - not doing well. He
wondered if that was a good sign or a bad one.
He needed to talk to Loki about what hed said, the almost threat hed made. That probably should
have been his priority.
Right now, though, he just wanted to take care of his - Loki. He took a deep breath and walked
down the hall after Loki, turning into the bedroom. Loki was already naked, stretched out on the
bed and watching Steve with a strange expression in his eyes. Despite sudden self-consciousness,
Steve peeled off his clothes, though he left his boxers on. There was still something about Lokis
bearing that made him uneasy; something brittle, and he was worried about pushing the wrong
way.
Steve stretched out next to Loki slowly, and drew him into a deep, long kiss, keeping it slow and
intimate. Lokis teeth caught at his lip once, his body surging toward Steves, but Steve braced a
hand on his hip and kept him steady, slowly shifting until he was lying over Loki, weight braced
on one hand. Loki inhaled sharply, his hands fluttering over Steves shoulders before sliding down
his back.
He released Lokis mouth only to trail wet, open mouthed kisses down his neck. The sound of
Lokis faintly ragged breathing was clearer, that way, the slight shivers still running through his
body, the tension he was still holding. Relax, Steve murmured. Just He tongued the skin
over Lokis collarbone, and let his hips move just a little, pushing against Lokis.
"Ah-!" Loki said, and his fingers dug in too hard again. Steve let them, focused on setting a
rhythm with his body, moving his hips in slow, small thrusts, lining up his body so he could feel
Lokis cock becoming erect, the friction of his body and Steves own underwear making him hard
as well. Lokis hips bucked up and Steve thrust down, pushing him back against the bed but
rubbing against him still, and Loki squirmed, his head going to the side. Steve took the
opportunity to kiss another part of his neck, fixing his mouth over taut skin and pulling blood to
the surface, slow and steady.
Loki gasped, panted. Steve, he said, More- His voice was almost hoarse.
Steve pulled back enough to shuck his boxers. Lokis body gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat,
spread out on the bed, that strange wildness still in his eyes. Steve stretched out over him again,
this time lining up their hips deliberately so that when his hips pressed to Lokis their two cocks
rubbed together, and Loki sucked in a sharp breath.
Steve started moving again, rubbing them together with each deliberate stroke. He could feel Loki
starting to twitch and squirm underneath him and slowed his thrusts, feeling heat build in his own
low belly, his balls tightening. He ran his hand down Lokis side and up again, letting the arm
bracing him on the bed relax slightly, a little more of his weight on Loki. He lowered his head and
caught Lokis open mouth, slid his tongue inside, felt him make a small sound that wasnt quite
plaintive, his hips moving in little jerks up against Steves. Lokis chest heaved under his in deep,
anxious breaths, his body straining.
"Its okay," Steve said, without being quite sure why, letting his free hand go up to Lokis
shoulder to rub it in a little circle. "You can let it go."
Lokis whole body shuddered, and Steves cock slid against Lokis with perfect friction. Loki
surged under him with a cry, and Steve felt him come, warm spatter on his chest and belly,
smearing between them. Steve followed barely a stroke later, and his supporting arm gave out, his
weight wholly on Loki. Loki didnt seem to care, his body still shuddering just a little.
"Loki?" Steve said, after a few moments of silence.
"Mmm," was his only response, muffled. Lokis face was pressed against his shoulder, and Steve
could feel him trying to take deep breaths. He tried to push himself up, and Loki grabbed his
shoulders and pulled him back down. "No. Stay."
His voice blurred audibly, and Steve exhaled in relief. I will, he said, soothingly. Ill be right
here.
"Good," Loki said, still sounding blurry, exhausted. "I cant - not now. Ive lost enough."
Steves heart hurt, but he shifted slightly so he could slide his arms around Loki. Even knowing it
wasnt a promise he could make, he still said it. Youre not going to lose me.
Loki was already quiet. Steve was feeling sleep dragging at his eyelids, too. He needed to
remember to talk to Loki about if the worst did happen. He needed to remember to tell his friends
that in the future someone was going to have to keep Loki apprised of things that concerned him.
He needed
As he slid toward sleep, though, it was nice just to be here, with Lokis soft breathing on his
shoulder.
in a public place
It felt inexpressibly good to be outside.
He would never have said it - it would only upset Steve, and there was little that he could do about
it - but it chafed, sometimes. He had wandered the stars, seen worlds beyond imagining, and now
he was locked into a space smaller than his suites in Asgard. Hed agreed to his cage, of course,
and locked himself into it.
Nonethelessfeeling the air on his skin, and the wind through his hair, was enough to make his
heart lift.
Steves hand was warm on his waist, and if something about that touch made him faintly uneasy,
he didnt pull away. It was Steve, after all, whod wheedled the others into agreement, whod
promised his good behavior. However he might chafeLoki still knew how much he owed
Steve. Whatever Steve thoughtmore than he could repay.
It was important that he remember that.
For now, though - he twisted around to lean in and catch the corner of Steves lips in a kiss,
unable to keep a smile off his face. Its a fine evening, he said, and won a look from Steve that
was unmistakably pleased. The upwell of affection made his chest feel uncomfortably tight, like
there wasnt quite room for it. He broadened his smile and added a, almost as fine as the
company, to make Steve flush and glance a little away.
"Flatterer," Steve said, but mildly. Loki turned fully to stop him, setting his hands on Steves
shoulders and adopting an astonished expression.
"When have I ever," he said, indignantly, and Steve made a face. "I am entirely sincere," Loki
pressed, widening his eyes. "I would never dream of trying to praise you unduly-
Steve threw a quick glance over Lokis shoulder and then pulled him forward, kissing him with
that curious repressed fierceness that drove Loki a little mad. He shifted his hands and dug his
fingers into his shoulders, hoping to goad him into more, but Steve just made a faint noise and
then pulled back.
"There are people-"
"And?" Loki pulled Steve back to him, pressed their bodies close together and nipped at his lips.
"Why should we care?" This time, he pushed the kiss to be deeper, a little more intense, letting his
tongue slide over the seam of Steves lips, leaving his own parted so Steves tongue chased his
into his mouth and his other hand came up to Lokis waist, started sliding up his ribs-
Steve drew back, looking just slightly flushed. We shouldnt, he said. Loki narrowed his eyes.
"Are you ashamed?" he asked, and heard his own voice slide a little too close to something too
revealing. Steve gave him a sharp look and shook his head.
"No," he said at once, vehemently, though Loki still felt a cautious twinge. I wouldnt blame you
if you were. "I just"
"Theres no one here," Loki urged, indicating the empty path, blocked from the street by trees. He
lowered his voice, slid a little bit of huskiness into it the way he knew Steve reacted to. "Whats
the harm?"
He could see Steve waver. For a moment, he felt that wavering like a quiver in his gut, both
tremor and frisson. Youll break him down. Tarnish all his gold and make a ruin out of
beauty. For one wild moment, he wanted to break away, to stop the inevitability of that process,
but then Steves arms flexed around him and he pressed an almost cautious kiss to Lokis jaw.
Iguess, he said. But if anyone
"Of course," Loki murmured, pushing doubts away and bending his head to nip at Steves neck,
then to bite a little harder. Steve inhaled sharply, and Loki ran his tongue over the little
indentations of his teeth to feel him shiver. Steves fingers flexed into the muscle of his back and
he made a small sound, his fingers sliding into Lokis hair.
He moved his body deliberately against Steves to feel him react, and Steves mouth was suddenly
hot on on his skin at the join of his neck and shoulders, a wet open-mouthed kiss that quickly
turned to suction, and it wasnt hard enough but the heat of his mouth and the way his hands
pulled Loki close were intoxicating in themselves.
"Harder," Loki murmured, nonetheless, and scraped his teeth against the thin skin of Steves neck.
Steve jerked and his teeth clamped down, suddenly. Loki felt a surge of heat between his legs at
the combined sharp pain and ache spreading down from his shoulder, and released Steves neck
only to draw little swirls with his tongue up to the hollow behind his ear, feeling Steve winding
tighter against him.
"All right," Steve said, sounding distinctly breathless. Loki could feel his own heart thudding
against his ribs, and the idea had slid into his mind, now, unwilling to be dislodged. "All right, we
should probably-"
Loki sucked Steves earlobe into his mouth, ran his tongue along the shell of his ear. Steves voice
fractured and he made an indistinct noise, not quite a moan, that Loki could almost feel and that
his body definitely answered. Should probably, Loki prompted, when he was sure that Steve
had lost track of the moment.
Steve shook his head. His eyes, Loki noted with satisfaction, were a little dazed. I need to- He
started to flush again, although it was hard to tell where it started with the color high in his face.
Loki wanted to run his fingers through that blond hair until he looked positively debauched, until
his control snapped and he wasnt holding back at all. I need to - if were going to keep going
He glanced around, and took a step back.
"Theres still no one here," Loki said, and perhaps something of his thoughts showed in his eyes,
because Steves widened fractionally. Loki took a step toward him, prowling and intent. "I dont
see why"
"Loki," Steve started to say, but then stopped. Loki paused, and gave him a little smile brimming
over with wickedness, and Steve blinked at him, looking a little bit wide-eyed. "Are you - thats
not decent," he said, sounding curiously appalled. Loki raised his eyebrows.
"When have I ever been decent, my dear Captain? he purred, and then took the last closing step
between them and kissed him, not bothering to hold back, unleashing the sensuality hed held
back, letting his arms slide around Steves neck and draw him in, his hips rolling to grind against
Steves deliberately, forcefully. Steve made a muffled sound into Lokis mouth, and he released
him, letting his thumbs rub along the sides of Steves neck. Well?
Steves eyes were wide, his pupils large. He took a few shallow breaths, and Loki could feel his
body straining, the palpable bulge of heat that rubbed against Lokis body with every movement
of his hips. Theres really no one, He said finally, slowly, like the words were dragged out of
him.
"Just us," Loki repeated, and let his hands release Steves neck to move to slide down his sides.
"Anyone could walk by-"
Loki nudged Steve further back, out of the circle of light the lamps threw out, pushing him back
against a tree. Could, he agreed, though on an entirely different tone, and Steve twitched. Loki
let his fingers play across Steves waistband. I guess well just have to be quiet, he murmured.
Steve hovered on the edge of indecision for another moment, and then he mouthed something
Loki thought might have been dammit and his hands fisted in Lokis hair and pulled his head in,
lips fastening over his. Loki heard his own ragged inhale and let his fingers slide into the front of
Steves trousers. He felt his stomach muscles quiver under his fingers and let his thumb play with
the button.
"If it were a little darker," he murmured, when Steve broke away to take a few deep breaths, "I
would have you strip me naked and take me like this-"
Steve moaned, his hands sliding down Lokis back, grabbing at his shirt and rucking it up without
seeming to realize he was doing so. His body felt tense, still, but Loki could feel his arousal too,
not just in the erection pressing into his thigh but in the sound of his breathing. Is anyone, Steve
said, and then took a deep breath. Is-
Loki moved one hand up to push Steves chin back to expose his throat, and planted a sucking
kiss over the apple of his throat. Steves body arched against his, and Loki moved his fingers,
deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper to slip his hand inside and let his fingers
glide over sensitive skin, light as a feather.
The sound Steve made was exquisite, the way his hands on Lokis hips clenched and dug in even
better. Loki sucked harder at Steves throat even as he kept the touch of his fingers soft, and Steve
squirmed. Aah- he started to say, and then clamped his mouth shut, breathing in sharp little
inhales. Loki smiled, and hummed into his throat, to make him squirm more.
Steve moved abruptly, swiftly, one of his hands flying up to clamp around the back of Lokis neck
and his lips fastening on skin, the pull of suction much harder this time than before.
Loki made a sharp sound, and released Steves neck only so that he could slide his hand into his
pants far enough to draw out his cock, letting his palm slide over heated flesh, his fingers curling
slowly around. The muffled sound from Steve made Lokis own cock throb violently, his hand
tightening unconsciously before he pulled it back, spit into his palm, and let that be sufficient slick
to begin stroking in long, lazy pulls. Steves hips thrust against his hand, and Loki was incredibly
aware of the breeze moving around them, every slight sound. If someone came by-
If someone saw this-
One of Steves hands wormed between their bodies and fumbled to undo Lokis clothes, and his
hips rocked into even the brush of his hand, thoughtlessly. His voice was building up his throat,
wanting to cry out, but suddenly Steves hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Quiet," he said, his voice a little fractured but still a command, and heat surged in Lokis veins,
the urge welling up to abase himself, to give in and beg for Steve to just-
His hand tightened unconsciously on Steves cock as his tongue flickered out to taste his hand,
and Steve made a strangled noise, his fingers fumbling and then his fingers enveloping him, and
Loki could feel the calluses on his fingers, his palms, slightly harsh against sensitive skin. He
arched into it with a sharp inhale, rocking forward so he could feel the heat radiating from Steves
body and drink it in, feel everything all at once. He probed Steves palm with the tip of his tongue
and felt Steves cock twitch in his hand.
"I think - I hear someone-" Steve said, his hand stopping, and Loki moved his, twisting slightly
and letting his thumb press in places he knew Steve liked. His voice broke off into a gasp and
Loki pressed closer to him, turned his head to take one of Steves fingers in his mouth, then two,
swirling his tongue suggestively around them. Steve made a muffled sound, not quite a groan. If
he dragged this out, Loki thought, if he could push Steve to the very edge of his patience and
past
Oh, that would be sweet.
Steves hand tightening and moving on his cock swept the thought out of his head, though, the
tight heat in his stomach building and intensifying and he could hold off but didnt particularly
want to. He worked his hand on Steves erection faster, changing pressure, keeping the pace
steady until Steves hips were thrusting towards him, his hand squeezing Loki in pulses that
seemed nearly unconscious, that could have been too hard but were all the sweeter for that.
Steves fingers moved in his mouth, pressed on his tongue, and Loki could hear him breathing
raggedly and swallowing little sounds before they could escape.
Loki slid his hand up and found the nerve cluster under the crown, ran his thumb over it. Steve
went rigid, and he did it again, a little harder, and then relaxed his throat and slid his mouth down
Steves fingers, letting his tongue flutter in very deliberate imitation, casting his gaze sidelong at
Steve and letting lust shine through, undisguised.
Steve made a sound that wasnt quite a yelp, his body stiffening as he came messily into Lokis
hand, his on Loki moving in uneven strokes, rougher pulls than was his wont, still sucking in
breaths like he couldnt get quite enough air. He nudged at Lokis chin with his thumb, withdrew
his fingers, and moved, leaving another sucking kiss at the base of Lokis throat. Loki felt it,
deeply, knew there would be an ache there that he would feel after, like a fingerprint pressed into
his skin that proclaimed him possessed, proclaimed him someones-
A shiver ran down his spine and his heart thudded, blood warming in his veins. He rocked
forward against Steve, mouth open without a sound as he could feel himself drawing near orgasm,
almost forgetting where they where.
A crunch on gravel, somewhere behind them, and then a voice, startlingly loud and sounding a bit
nervous. Hey, is everything okay-
Loki bit down on Steves shoulder so he didnt yell when Steves hand jerked and it was a spike
of mingled pain and pleasure, and someone there, right there, seeing them both like this tangled
together-
His orgasm washed through him like a wave, sweeping him up and tumbling head over heels into
something too intense to be quite called bliss.
"Fine," Steve said, his voice just a little too high even as his fingers worked Loki through his
climax into the other side. "Were - its fine," and surely they knew, whoever it was, but Loki kept
his body angled so Steves face was out of sight. Captain America with another man, fucking in
the dark, was a story. Anyone else, it need not matter.
"okay," said the strangers voice, and then their footsteps moved off along the path. Loki
released Steves shoulder and just breathed into his shirt. He smelled like sweat, but also like the
tree. It was good. He swiped his thumb through the mess of Steves come and lifted his head to
lick it off his fingers, the taste not pleasant but relishing nonetheless the way Steves eyes widened
and his breathing caught, unable to look away.
You dont deserve this, a little voice at the back of his mind reminded him. Pretend all you like.
But look at him. Hell see it eventually.
Loki pushed the thought away. Probably, yes. But until thenhe would take what he could have.
Steve shook his head, finally, and laughed, a little shakily. I cant believe we just
He didnt seem capable of finishing the sentence. Loki gave him a smirk, his body feeling languid.
His mind was still whirring, though. Steve looked a little flushed, a little dazed.
"If youre not sure you believe it," Loki said, arching his eyebrows. "We could always have
another go"
Steve shook his head, though, even as he reached for Lokis hand and took it in that strangely
gentle way that made something in Loki churn uneasily. I think - we need to get back, he said,
and then paused, and added, even if his face was bright red, and then we can dowhatever you
like.
"Thats quite an invitation," Loki murmured, mind already flicking through ideas. Steve gave him
a little smile, not quite rueful.
"I dont think Im going to regret it."
"You might," Loki said lightly, and Steve just shook his head and gave his hand a squeeze, and
Loki wished he had been jesting a little bit more than he was.
on the floor
"You look antsy."
"Is that surprising?" Loki paced back and forth, everything about him radiating tension and
displeasure. Steve stayed by the door, trying to gauge the best thing to do in this situation. "I have
not been permitted to leave this - gilded cage for a week. Restless is insufficient to describe how
I begin to chafe."
"You know why," Steve started to say, frowning a little. Loki let out a hissing breath.
"Yes, yes - one of them was sighted, it is for my own safety - sometimes I would rather take the
risk than be trapped like-
"Loki," Steve said, his own voice sounding sharp to his ears. It wasnt quite alarm, but his
stomach knotted, just hearing- "its only for a little while."
Lokis hands opened and closed at his sides. I am aware. He was silent a moment, and then
continued, almost reluctantly, You need not linger. I am not pleasant company.
Steve shook his head. I dont want you to be up here by yourself. He was trying to think of
something he could do, wishing he could come up with better ideas to be helpful.
"I shant do anything reckless," Loki said, with that sort of dryness that made Steve suspect that
whatever Loki got up to - it might not be recklessness, but it was unlikely to be a good idea either.
He tried to think of what he would do, if he were grounded and restless.
"Would it help to spar?" he asked, almost cautiously, and Loki stopped pacing and turned, looked
at him, eyes slightly narrowed. He seemed, Steve thought, startled by the offer. He took a slow
breath and pushed on. "I meanat least you could vent a little energy. And theres no rule saying
I cant take you to another room in the tower. I mean - if you wanted to."
Lokis eyebrows rose fractionally. Youre not concerned youd be outmatched?
Steve shrugged, and gave Loki a direct look. I know you dont want to hurt me. And I trust that
you have enough control that you wont.
Lokis face did something strange, a twitch somewhere between discomfort and something softer.
His head turned slightly so he was looking at Steve sidelong. It might, he said, at length. If you
are willing.
"I wouldnt have offered if I werent."
Loki paced over to him, still radiating tension. Lead on, then.
Steve had forgotten how fast Loki was, somehow. Quick and agile, his hand-to-hand a mixture of
martial arts and gymnastics. Steve grappled him to the floor and Loki swept his feet out from
under him; Steve threw a punch and Loki caught his wrist and flipped him to the mat. He moved
like it was natural for him, even for the harsh, rapid sound of his breathing. Steve found himself
thinking of Natasha, a few motions a curious choice for an opponent about equal to his size, and
probably (if he was fair) not as strong - at least until he remembered that next to Thor, Loki was
smaller. And probably next to most of Asgard.
Steve was beginning to pick up on his patterns, though, and blocked the next flurry of strikes
before lashing out himself. Loki jumped back and smiled, but there was something slightly wild in
his eyes that made Steves stomach do flips. He wasnt sure if they were a good thing or not.
"Youve got an interesting style," Steve dared to remark. Lokis smile was sharp as a razor.
"I developed it for myself."
Loki attacked again. This time Steve kept his weight low, planted in his feet, and tried executing
his own throw over his hip, using Lokis quick momentum against him. Loki hit the mat and
rolled up, his grin a little feral, and Steve was suddenly vaguely nervous.
"We should do this more often," Loki said, light and careless.
"Should we?" Steve said, with a bit of a frown, but then they were at it again. They went back
and forth on relatively even ground - though Steve could feel himself wearing out - until he
managed to hook one of his legs around Lokis ankles, and they both went down hard.
"Hold on a minute," Steve said, breathing hard, "I need to," and as he pushed himself up, glanced
down at Loki pinned on the floor, his hair disheveled in a dark corona around his head, that slight
flush high in his cheekbones, his eyes wide and dark, chest heaving, and felt a rush of heat
through his whole body.
"Need to?" Loki prompted. There was something in the back of his eyes that made Steve feel -
something, but he wasnt sure what it was. He could see the smirk starting at the corners of Lokis
mouth, and couldnt resist leaning down to kiss it.
The moment his lips touched Lokis, Lokis hands were buried in his hair, holding his head
tightly, one of his legs hooking over the back of Steves thighs, his body thrusting upwards. Steve
let out a muffled sound of surprise even as he felt a jolt spread from his groin into his stomach, up
his spine to the base of his neck. Ah-! Lokis teeth caught at his lip, nipped lightly, then soothed
the same spot with his tongue, his fingernails dragging across Steves scalp. Steve could feel the
heat of Lokis groin against his thigh, but something was - nagging at him.
At last, Lokis head dropped back, their mouths parting. Are you all right? Steve asked, at once,
fully expecting no answer.
"No," Loki said, his voice harsh, almost hoarse. Steve jerked, startled.
"No? What can I-"
"I need-" Loki made a harsh sound, and then shook his head. His eyes squeezed closed, and Steve
reached out to touch his face, but Loki grabbed his wrist, almost too hard. "Fuck me. Hold me
down and shove your cock into me so deeply that I feel it for hours-"
Steve jerked, his body responding to the tone of Lokis voice and the words even if he still felt that
- anxiety. I dont have any, he started to say, and the noise Loki made and the way his body
arched made Steves eyes widen and his heart pound.
"Dont-" Loki seemed about to say something else, then took a few ragged breaths and made a
feeble gesture, a little jar dropping onto the mat. His other hand clutched at Steves shoulder, dug
in. "Go on," he said, and his voice sounded a little clearer, more normal. His other leg hitched up
over Steves hip, his body rolling deliberately up against him. "I want it. Here. Now." Steves
blood seemed to almost sear in his veins, and his whole body was growing warm. "With your
body slick with sweat-"
Steve dropped his head down to kiss Loki again. You said, he said, slowly, still trying to hold
himself back, even if all he really wanted was to just go, thrust in and watch the way Lokis masks
broke away and he gave in to the pleasure that Steve could give him, both of them moving
together. Lokis nails dug into the back of his neck, and Steve hissed in a breath as his body
jerked, not in displeasure.
"Watching your body move has my cock aching," Loki said, his voice low and filthy and hot.
"Can you blame me?" And his tongue traced a line up Steves neck.
Steves blood and body surged, and he shifted his body, reached for his own pants to push them
down, then moved his hands to Lokis pants. Lokis hips arched, and he made an impatient noise
as he opened them and pulled them down. Faster, he urged, and Steves breathing picked up.
"I dont want to hurt you-"
"You wont," Loki said, almost fiercely. Steve grabbed for the lube and unscrewed the top,
covered his fingers liberally. Lokis hips pushed up but Steve still glided his fingers over the
sensitive skin between balls and asshole. Lokis body clenched and he made a sound like a whine,
and when Steve lined up his finger Lokis hips thrust toward him and pushed it in to the second
knuckle.
He felt Loki spasm, heard him suck in a sharp breath even as his cock flushed darker, and the haze
of desire faded a little. careful, he said, breathlessly. Loki twisted underneath him.
"No," he said, voice low and ferocious, and Steve almost pulled back, but Loki shook his head.
"I dont mean - just-" His voice sounded strained, and his body had already relaxed again,
loosening around his finger so he could slide it in all the way and work it in and out a few times
before setting another alongside it.
Lokis chest heaved twice and his hips twitched, but he waited, this time, a sound almost like a
whine squeezed from his chest as Steve eased his fingers in more slowly even if every reaction
and just looking at Loki made a fresh throb go through his body. Lokis body felt startlingly hot as
he spread his fingers slowly apart and the sound Loki made was almost a keen.
"Loki," Steve breathed, and turned his head to kiss the inside of Lokis wrist, lining up a third
finger. Loki took a ragged breath.
"I will never - tire of hearing you say my name," Loki almost gasped. "One of these - one of these
days I will make you scream it when you come- Steve curled his fingers inside Loki, seeking his
prostate, and felt his entire body seize, his voice breaking off in a cry.
"Enough," Loki said, "thats enough teasing - I want you to come inside me, I want to feel your
seed sliding down the inside of my thigh-"
Steve didnt have the thoughts to be embarrassed by the noise he made at that, his face flushing
hot, but he withdrew his fingers, and slicked his cock generously, his movements feeling clumsy,
uncoordinated. Lokis legs locked around his waist, then, his hips arching up to offer his ass so
Steves cock rubbed against his loosened entrance and for a moment he could hardly breathe.
Move," Loki said, his voice thick, and Steves hips bucked forward, just the head of his cock
pushing past the first ring of muscle, and Lokis body bent with a ragged moan, his eyes fluttering
closed. Steves body pulsed, and he sucked in air to a chest that felt far too tight, his heart
thundering in his chest. He slid a little deeper, trying to keep it slow, but between the motion of
Lokis body clenching around him and the angle of their bodies, it was hard to stop, and almost
too fast he was pressed against Lokis body, feeling him quiver, Thrust in deeper than he thought
hed ever been, and he could hear Loki gasping.
"Too much?" he pushed out, trying to draw back, but Lokis ass clenched around him.
"No," Loki said, his voice almost harsh. "Just - perfect. Can feel you - filling me. All the way. Hot
and - I almost imagine - I could feel your pulse inside-
Steves body did feel hot, all over, hot and almost frantic. He didnt think he was going to last
very long, and moved his hips, slowly, trying to start another thrust. Lokis legs around his waist
loosened, let him draw back, and then pulled them back together, the friction even with the
lubricant slicking the way making Steves eyes slam closed. Lokis body felt almost impossibly
tight around the head of his cock, but the little fragmented noises Loki was making were not of
pain, and the way his hips twisted were-
"I think - I think stoo deep," Steve pushed out, and Loki shook his head.
"I said that I - wanted to feel you - after, for days if I could - like the ache in your neck where my
mouth has been-" Lokis voice broke off, and his body clenched again, his hips rolling in a circle,
and Steve gave up.
His eyes squeezed closed, and it was white behind his eyes for a fraction of a moment, his
thoughts short-circuiting for just a moment. His hips moved in little pulses, and Steve heard Loki
make a faint sound, felt his body shudder.
He reached for his cock, his brain still foggy, and to his surprise hardly wrapped his fingers
around it when Loki followed him and came, mouth open in a soundless yell.
He softened slowly, as his mind cleared. Lokis eyes were closed, and his chest was still heaving,
but he was limp, now, body almost liquid. Some hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and
his lower lip had a deep indent in it from his own teeth. Steve reached out and moved the strand of
hair gently off his forehead, the feeling of uncertainty coming back. Lokis legs slid from his waist
down to the mat, still splayed wide. and Steve glanced down and flushed a little at the mess.
"Loki?" he said, carefully. Lokis eyes opened to slits, and he smiled lazily.
"I think your notion of sparring was a good one," he murmured. "I feelmuch better now."
Steve flushed, and if there was warm wave of relief that went through him at the absence of that
feral, frantic edge from Lokis eyes, it didnt quite wash away the feeling underneath that
something had happened and he didnt know what it was.
lazy morning sex
Chapter Notes
Takes place the morning after the events of "reflected in someone like me."
He woke up slowly, rising naturally from deep sleep, to the sound of quiet breathing in his ear and
with a warm weight draped over him. For a moment there was a touch of disorientation; he felt
good, quiet, rested. There were no dreams clawing at his mind, just an agreeable feeling of
languor, his body loose and relaxed. The body draped over his was like a warm, breathing
blanket. It was likesafety, Loki thought suddenly. He felt
His companion murmured something unintelligible in Lokis ear, and snuggled closer, naked skin
sliding smoothly against his, and Loki remembered.
Steve.
A slow smile began to bloom on his lips. Hed dreamed, or imagined, so many times, and
yesterday
He could still feel the ache in his shoulder where Steve had bitten him hard enough to mark.
Remembered, vividly, Steves hand on his cock, almost shy, the way hed twitched and shuddered
when Loki had taken him in his mouth, the way hed tasted coming, Steves hands lathering soap
into his hair, gripping his shoulders, stroking his back-
Hed coaxed Steve into coming three times before hed dragged Loki into bed and folded himself
around him to fall into sleep almost immediately. Loki had apparently done the same, shortly after,
and like an amulet, hed kept the dreams at bay. Let him sleep peacefully for the first time ina
long time.
His body felt warm, heavy, but he was aware too of still latent arousal in himself, and the more
insistent prod of Steves cock against the groove of his hip. Deep and even though his breath
might still be for now, he would wake soon.
For a moment, Loki hesitated to hurry that, savoring this simple closeness almost too much to
want to let it go, but that desire in itself decided him.
He glided his hands down Steves back and over his buttocks, keeping the touch light. Steve
groaned lowly, body shifting as he stirred toward wakefulness. Loki felt a sudden twinge of
anxiety, like lightning - what if there was regret, or anger, or disgust-
Any other lover he could destroy easily for such an insult, and had, once or twice, but here that
was closed to him. Anything he did would be but a knife in his own gut. A trap hed closed
himself in-
Steves eyelids fluttered, and one of his hands brushed against Lokis hip as his eyes blinked open,
still slightly foggy, and he held himself perfectly still.
Loki let his eyes half close. Good morning, he said casually, as though there was not even a
trace of tension humming in his bones.
For a moment Steve blinked at him, uncomprehending, and then he smiled sleepily, face cracking
open to show such warmth that Loki almost flinched from it.
"Morning," he said, voice slightly raspy, and Loki felt a hand in his chest, squeezing around his
heart. He wanted to shudder, terrified by the force of the feeling, and pushed both reactions down.
Steve kissed him, a little sloppily, his mouth warm and wet. Loki leaned into it shamelessly, drank
it in, filed this moment away in casein case. "This is nice," Steve mumbled, a little sleepily.
"Mmm," Loki said, letting his fingers glide down Steves sides. "How do you feel?"
Steve lowered his mouth and kissed his jawline. His eyes were closed again. Hmm-mm. Do you
mean
Loki lowered his voice into a slightly different register. I may have gottena touch carried
away. He felt Steve twitch, reacting to his voice, and if hed noticed that effect beforewell.
Assuredly something to remember.
"No," said Steve at once, and then turned a little pink. "I mean - I feel - I feel good. Not - Im
good."
"Good?" Loki echoed, and shifted his body just slightly to rub Steves erection against the groove
of his hip. Steve went bright red even as his hips pulsed downward.
"Sorry-"
Loki shifted his legs to wrap them around Steves waist, preventing him from pulling away.
Why? he asked, and the slight playful note that slipped into his voice surprised him. Why
should you be sorry?
"Well, I-" Steve shook his head a little, and Loki threw him a smile.
I dont mind. He could feel the predatory edges to it, and Steve seemed to see them too, his eyes
widening a fraction. Loki unfolded his legs and nudged Steves shoulders. Roll over.
Steve hesitated a moment, but then obediently shifted to his back, and Loki moved to stretch out
over him, and give him a long, slow kiss. He sat up just as Steves hands moved to his shoulders
to straddle his hips and he let his thumbs run down and circle Steves nipples, drinking in the still
slightly dazed, sleepy look on his face.
"Hnnh," Steve said, and then pulled in a breath, his hands moving to rest heavily on Lokis hips.
His pupils were wide and dark. "all right. I guess Im - not sorry. Loki let his thumbs draw
another little circle, watching his nipples harden under his cool fingertips. Steves fingers dug in,
just a little, as he inhaled. Loki let his eyes watch the play of muscles under skin, let his eyes trail
down and then brought them back up. Steve was watching him with a strange look on his face,
something that made Loki itch.
He looked away and shimmied his body down until he could mouth at the base of Steves throat,
then draw a line with his tongue down his sternum. That feelsmmm Steves voice still
sounded slightly blurry, though Loki suspected a shift toward a different cause now. Lokis body
still felt warm and loose, and the thought flickered in his mind briefly to open himself with his
fingers and slide over Steves cock, fuck himself slow and deeply until they were both writhing,
sweaty-
Wait, he told himself, and paused, letting his tongue dip into Steves navel, feeling him shudder,
his hands gentle and warm as they roamed aimlessly over his back, into his hair. Loki let out a
quiet purr and moved his mouth just below Steves navel, his cock nudging at his chin. Steves
breathing snagged.
"May I?" Loki murmured, his own arousal still a low but consistent throb in his belly.
"Youre insatiable," Steve said. Loki dipped down to lick Steves stomach just above the base of
his cock and felt him quiver.
"So are you," he murmured, and Steve let out a quiet groan.
"Its just - you-
"Is that a compliment?" Loki asked, with a sharp little smile, and Steve made a sound like a
breathless laugh.
"Loki"
He shifted so he could drag his tongue slowly up the sweet curve of Steves cock, taking his time
to explore as he hadnt in the first flush of physical desperation. The sound of Steves gasp, the
feeling of him swelling more under Lokis tonguehe let his tongue curl under and flick at the
ridge under the head. Steves body bucked under his with a strangled sound.
"Aah-!"
Loki almost purred, pleased with the reaction, and traced a delicate circle around the slit of Steves
cock, caught the tang of pre-spend and felt his body heat. He wrapped his mouth around the head
of Steves cock and sucked to taste him better, letting his forefinger and thumb circle the base. He
felt the muscles of Steves stomach flutter as he took several panting breaths.
"Almost-" Steves hands clutched at Lokis shoulders, his fingers dug in and then released.
"Loki-"
Loki let his hands drift down to Steves hips, thumbs rubbing along the line of his pelvis, and slid
his mouth down just a little further to hum softly.
Steve gasped, his whole body suddenly taut. Lokis own body felt full of liquid heat and he let his
mouth slide a little lower, his tongue fluttering, finding the little folds of skin, swirling around the
side and keeping a low, consistent tug of suction. Steves hands were in his hair now, blunt nails
dragging over his scalp. He could draw this out, Loki thought. Drive Steve wild with want until -
until what? What would he do then?
But just now, this morning was toosweetto break. Even for him. So he just tightened the seal
of his lips and let out another, slightly lower hum into the hard flesh in his mouth.
Steves body bucked violently, his hips thrusting up, and Loki relaxed his throat but he stopped,
quivering, even as he came, his spend filling Lokis mouth, bitter on his tongue but sweet in the
way Steves hands clenched and tugged on his hair.
He milked Steve dry with his mouth before lifting his body and stretching out over him, his body
still languid even for the pulse of want in his loins. Now Im awake, Steve said, though he
didnt really sound it. Or at least not alert. He was still breathing hard, eyes a little wide. Loki
searched them for regrets.
He found none.
Whatever else happened, Loki thought, however fragile everything might be, even if nothing did
(could) last - he would remember this.
outdoors
Chapter Notes
The one day that didn't end up being porn; I just kind of rolled with it. Everything I
write is actually a character exercise in disguise anyway, I begin to suspect.
They landed in thick forest and Steve slumped almost at once against a tree, slid down to sit on the
ground, breathing hard. Loki paced around him, alert for any sound, but other than a few distant
sounds of bird song there was nothing.
"You shouldnt have come," Steve said, when hed recovered his voice, and it stung like a slap in
the face. Loki didnt quite snarl as he jerked back, and Steve shook his head quickly. "I didnt
mean"
"It is a bit late for regrets now, is it not?" Loki said, hearing his own voice, cool and slightly
foreign. "I made my choice. You cannot unmake it." He took a step forward. "Let me see your
arm."
"Its fine."
"Im not that blind, Captain." His own voice sounded cold, but he felt it, too, tense and
uneasy. You shouldnt have come. "Let me see it. I can hear you breathing through pain from
here."
Steve was quiet a moment longer, but he sighed, and his chin dropped down a little. Loki padded
carefully over and knelt down. He could feel the wrongness the moment his fingers brushed his
arm. He felt his mouth tighten. That they would dare-
"Loki," Steve said, sounding strained, and he realized that his teeth were bared. "Im all right.
Dont"
"Let me mend it."
Steve started, a little. You said healing magic wasnt your-
"Forte, no. That hardly means I am simply going to sit by and watch you suffer for however long
it takes your friends to get here." Loki twitched his shoulders. "Or would you rather suffer?"
"No," said Steve. "But-"
Loki gathered the threads of power and let the flow down his arm into Steves, found the break in
the bone. It was ugly, but hed done this before, letting his power block the pain and then nudging
the bone gently back into place, urging it to knit. He could feel the strain in his chest and ignored it
until he was sure it would heal cleanly, and then drew his hands back and opened his eyes. Steve
was staring at him with a strange expression.
"There," Loki said, keeping his voice plain. "I daresay that should be better."
Steves fingers flexed and he tested the arm. It is, he said, slowly. Thank you. He took a deep
breath. EarlierI didnt mean thatyoure going to be in trouble for this.
"For removing an American icon from life-threatening peril? A strange thing to object to," Loki
said airily. Steve shook his head.
"You know thats not what Im talking about. Theyre going to see it asyou thinking you can
just ignore the rules when you feel like it."
Loki smiled, and it felt a little too wide. I can, cant I?
"Loki-" A faint note of exasperation slipped into Steves voice, but a moment later he just shook
his head. "How did you even know that something was wrong?"
"I just knew." A lie, if a small one. A spell hed woven into Steves bones, after the last time,
triggered by significant physical damage.
"You just" Steve closed his eyes, and rubbed them with one hand. "And you took off without
so much as a word to anyone."
"I did not attempt to hide myself," Loki said, a sour feeling settling in his chest.
"Thats not the point."
"Would you rather I had left you?" Loki burst out, and wished he had not the moment the words
left his mouth, but then Steve said, "Yes!" and he jerked as though the air had been knocked from
his chest.
"How do you think Ill feel if you get kicked out over this? Its not safe for you out there-
"Im not a bird you can keep in a glass cage," Loki almost snarled, and Steve shook his head,
shoving himself to his feet though his face was still pale.
"Thats not what I - if the others throw you out, where will you go? Do you think Id - do you
think Id be okay with being the reason you ended up in danger, the reason you ended
up hurt, again?
Loki blinked. Steve looked like he was almost shaking, which of course was leftover pain, or
shock, but it still Sit down, he said, absently, before, more quietly, What do you mean,
again?
Steve shook his head and looked down, his mouth a stubborn line. Youd just argue with it. And
Im not - Im not going to change my mind.
Loki shifted, feeling suddenly uncertain. You are not responsible for protecting me from the
consequences of my choices, he said, at length.
Steve looked up, and Loki almost took a step back at the obstinacy suddenly present in his stare.
Then why are you responsible for mine?
I am far less vulnerable than you are, Loki thought, almost vehemently, and quieter, I am far
more expendable, but he did not want to linger on that thought or examine the truth he could feel
in it, that when it came down to the line, his own life weighed fairly light on the scales.
"Sit down," he said again, instead of replying, after a few moments of heavy silence broken only
by the warning call of a squirrel. "You may be healed, but youre still tired."
After a moment, Steve sank down, but his face fell. Cmere? he said, after a moment, looking at
Loki sidelong, the question almost shy. JustIm sorry. Its not thatIm grateful. I am. I just
Ive been in worse situations, and I dont want you to lose your chance because of me.
I only have one because of you. Loki couldnt make the words come out of his throat, and chose
instead to pad over silently and fold himself down next to Steve with just a little distance between
them. Steve reached out, though, and pulled him closer, his head turning up to catch Lokis mouth
in a brief, almost chaste kiss.
"Theyll be grateful enough to see you that Im sure I will be forgotten," Loki said easily. Steve
made a face like he was slightly displeased by something, but he didnt say what, just shifted to
give Loki a more proper kiss. Loki shifted to straddle his legs to make the angle easier, and
savored it, parting his lips to invite Steves tongue into his mouth. Both Steves hands clasped
around his neck.
"I just want you to be safe," he murmured on Lokis mouth, and Loki felt a shudder down his
spine, made himself answer, "I am never safe, Captain, dont you know who I am? with all the
cockiness in him. Steve just kissed him again, long and slowly.
His hands slid down Lokis sides to his hips, rubbed circles above his hipbones. He bit Steves
lower lip, felt him shudder and his hips jerk forward. Loki wanted Steves hands on his cock,
wanted him to push him up against this tree and fuck him dry with deep, long strokes, wanted
Steve to understand what he was, wanted Steve to carve out his rotten heart like bad wood and
replace it with something whole. Steve wanted to keep him safe, and he needed to be broken
open.
His body surged, wanton, toward Steves, ground them together and kissed him with near
savagery, but he could already hear the whine of approaching aircraft. There wasnt time.
"Itll be all right," Steve said, when he pulled away. If Loki could feel his heart starting to race, he
seemed calmer by contrast. "Ill make sure its clear what happened." He kissed Loki one more
time, softly. "Ill make sure nothing happens."
It was an ache at the base of his spine, the no, locked in his throat. No. Let it happen.
voice kink
"Ive never asked," Loki said conversationally, sipping a glass of ice water, "if theres anything
you desire that Ive neglected."
Steve almost coughed as he inhaled a little of his own water. He looked at Loki, carefully, but
Lokis expression was genuinely curious. That Inah, he managed, feeling his face heat up.
Im good. I mean - youre so He trailed off, and finally settled on saying with determined
fairness, You seem to know what I like already.
Lokis smile was quick and faint, but like a burst of sunlight even so - one of those rare
expressions of genuine pleasure. I try, he murmured, with entirely false modesty, and Steve hid
his affectionate smile in a sip of water. But - is there anything else?
Id hardly know what to ask for, was Steves first thought, but then he remembered one thing Loki
had said, oncehe shifted, suddenly self conscious. There isone thing.
"Oh?" Steve could hear the undertone, even in that one word, and it warmed his body a little.
You sometimesyou have this way oftalking, he said, and studied the table, worried that the
look on Lokis face would rob him of the ability to speak. It doesnt - it doesnt so much matter
what it is you say, its just a particular - tone, I guess, that I Steve hunted for the phrase. Turns
me on sounded sobanal, to his ear. Not quite right. I like what it does to me, he said,
finally, and if he felt hot and embarrassed one glance up at Lokis face, his eyes half closed with
that look that made Steves pants tighten.
"Is that so," Loki murmured, and Steve was embarrassed by the way even just the hint of that
voice ran down his spine and squeezed warmly in his groin.
"You said once," Steve went on in a rush, "that you wondered howhow far you could take me.
Just by talking like that."
The idea had stuck in his head, lodged somewhere where even brushing against it made his blood
feel hot, the idea of Loki murmuring in his ear, velvet voice caressing every word no matter how
filthy, enough to make him feel like taking a cold shower. Loki took a slow sip of his water, and
then set it down.
"Do you want to find out?" He asked, and oh. That wasSteves breathing quickened.
"Yes," he said, his voice coming out a little breathless, and Loki smiled. A dangerous, wicked sort
of expression that made Steves stomach swoop. He leaned back, lounging, and Steve hesitated.
"What"
"When you wear those buttoned shirts," Loki said, "Sometimes I imagine opening them a button
at a time using only my teeth while you quiver, every muscle strung taut with your fingers in my
hair."
The breath whooshed out of Steve in a rush, something about the calm, almost casual expression
on Lokis face coupled with that voice going straight to his cock. His hand wobbled and he set
down his water glass quickly so he didnt spill it on himself. Loki leaned back in an elegant
sprawl, his hands resting on his thighs, and Steve swallowed hard.
"Id lick a line up your naked chest and feel the way youd shudder when I wrapped my tongue
around your nipple. Listen to your breathing change pace. Hear your heart start to pound. I savor
around your nipple. Listen to your breathing change pace. Hear your heart start to pound. I savor
that sound as much as the warmth of your skin and the way it almost burns"
Steve took a breath through his nose and closed his eyes for a moment, one hand clenching in a
couch cushion. His khakis were beginning to feel uncomfortably snug, and he squirmed a little in
his seat. Lokis eyes narrowed, slightly predatory.
"Open your pants," he murmured, his voice rich and smooth and Steve wanted to just reach
forward and drag him across the table, already. "Push them over your hips, but dont touch."
Steve groped his hands down and did as Loki said, pushing pants and boxers down together. "I
want to see your cock swell and harden from my voice alone, curving so sweetly upwards so I can
almost feel its weight on my tongue, the faint flavor of your skin.
Steves mouth went dry, and his whole body clenched tight. He heard the sound he made, not
quite a whimper, and his cheeks flushed warmly. Are you just going to - sit there? He managed
to push out. Loki smiled wider.
"I guess well have to see," he purred, and Steve swallowed hard. Loki leaned forward, eyes
gleaming. "I wish you could see yourself right now. Your pupils blown wide, a flush spread
across your faceits positively sinful. I dont doubt there are women - and men - who come on
their own hands trying to imagine you like this. And here you are, mine." There was a low thrum
in his voice on that last word, and Steve almost felt it vibrate through his body, the possessive
undercurrent there making Steve twitch and his cock pulse. His mouth fell a little open and he
inhaled, felt his hips rock forward and made himself keep his hands at his sides even if his lower
belly was starting to ache.
"Loki," he said, his voice coming out sounding a little thin. Loki hummed, his head tilting back to
show off his long white throat.
"Id suck you dry," he said, and Steve caught a slight roughening of his voice. "Lick you clean
and then take you again, let your cock ease into my throat and swallow until it aches and you
come again, your muscles turning liquid-"
Steve groaned, a low throb pulsing through his body and he needed a touch, or something. Lokis
voice felt like it was rolling through him in waves, pushing him closer but never quite far enough.
Unnh- this is, how do you- He panted a few breaths, and Loki leaned forward further, his gaze
burningly intense.
"But then - I think about teasing you, too, the beautiful way you get frustrated, the way it feels
when I push you and you keep trying to hold it in until it explodes out of you. When you
command, demand, when your mouth is hot and hungry and I can feel your fingers digging in."
Loki hummed, a low, delighted sound of pleasure that made Steve jump. "Oh, thats sweet.
Steve inhaled enough to say, Id really - like to be touching you right now.
"Im not done," Loki said, voice full of promise, and Steve shivered almost violently. "Sometimes
when youre buried to the hilt gasping inside me, all I want is for you to fuck me until I can hardly
breathe, and then further until all I can think of is your cock rubbing against my insides." His
voice was like silk and the words were harsh and Steves chest felt tight, hardly even paying
attention to what Loki was saying anymore, just letting it wash through him, his whole body hot
and sensitive and on fire and he couldnt believe that he hadnt just-
Loki was there, suddenly, close, his fingers light on Steves face. When I am alone, he said, his
voice soft, almost inaudible, an indistinct murmur. It still echoed all the way through Steves body
to make his nerves hum, even as he hardly understood the words. I think of all the things I want
to do to you. Everything I want you to do to me. All the perverse things I can imagine. I want to
be undone. I want you to leave your mark on my neck, my body, my entrails, carved deep enough
that it never washes away, never heals-
Steves breath snagged in his throat, and distantly, he thought he caught something that made a
quiet alarm bell ring in the back of his head, but he was too full of that voice to hear the words, too
excruciatingly aware of his body and the need that was almost a cramp between his legs, his cock
painfully hard and yet still not
Lokis breath whispered across the shell of his ear, and his fingers hovered, tantalizingly near, but
they pulled away at the thrust of his hips. Youre beautiful, he murmured, and Steve shuddered.
Glorious. A saint would sin to see you now. And I am no saint.
Lokis teeth closed on the shell of his ear, very lightly, and his tongue flicked out to brush the
skin.
Steve let go with a sound that surprised him in both volume and harshness, his whole body
bending, his eyes slamming closed. All he could do was feel and ride it out, panting for air, Lokis
fingers finally closing around his untouched cock to stroke him through it.
He felt like jelly when it began to subside, and blinked a little stupidly, trying to regather scattered
thoughts. He looked at Lokis face first, though, just in time to catch him wiping a small smear of
come off his cheek and licking it from his finger, his expression - smug. Pleased with himself.
Steve reached over and hooked his fingers into Lokis pants to pull him down to the couch with a
groan. Its not fair, he said, his voice sounding a little bit slurred. I cant - I cant do that to
you.
Lokis smile was a little strange. Ah, Captain, he murmured, as Steve pulled him into an open-
mouthed kiss, you have no idea what you do to me.
shower sex
He had just started the shower running and ducked his head under the water when he heard the
soft sound of bare feet on the tiles. He turned around, an apology on his lips, and stopped when he
saw Loki leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a white sheet and looking Steve over with an
appreciative expression. Steve felt himself flush.
"I didnt mean to wake you up," he said. Lokis slow gaze paused around Steves crotch and his
tongue slipped out to swipe across his lower lip. Steves body felt suddenly very warm.
"Thats quite all right," Loki murmured, still sounding a little sleepy. His hair was slightly mussed,
Steve noticed, his face - relaxed, much like the expression he got just after coming. "I am a light
sleeper." His eyes trailed back up Steves body to his face, and he raised his eyebrows. "Were you
going to wash?"
"I - was thinking I would," Steve said.
"May I join you?"
"Sure," said Steve, trying to keep his tone from changing too much. By the slight smirk that
tugged up the corner of Lokis mouth, it wasnt entirely successful. Loki dropped the sheet and
stepped out of it, padding over, and Steve took a moment to just admire the easy way he moved,
almost liquid, and the subtle shift of muscles under pale skin.
One of Lokis hands brushed his waist as he leaned in to mouth at Steves shoulder. Remember
the first time we were here? he murmured. The taste of water mingled with your sweat, soap
slick as your body rubbed against mine
Steve made a small sound without really meaning to, and Loki laughed quietly on his shoulder
and stepped around him, turning on the shower and stepping into it, tilting his head back with his
eyes closed to wet his hair. Steve followed him after a moment, suddenly aware of the heavy
feeling of his cock between his legs. Loki shifted slightly to make room for him under the spray,
and as Steve stepped under it, he ducked his head quickly to suck at the offered skin of Lokis
extended neck.
Loki made a small, pleased, hmm, his body rocking forward to press briefly against Steves, and
even under the hot water he still felt cool. His hands spread out over Steves shoulder blades,
fingers splayed wide.
Steve pulled back reluctantly, but only to reach for the shampoo. Turn around, he said, and Loki
turned, throwing a smile over his shoulder. Steve poured some of the shampoo into his palms, set
it aside, lathered his hands together, and then began to work his hands through Lokis hair,
rubbing his fingers over his scalp, running them through tangles until silky black hair was covered
in foamy white lather and Loki was almost slumping back against him and Steve didnt bother to
hold back a slightly smug smile. Feels good?
"I can hear you smirking," Loki said, a little blurrily, but he tipped his head back into Steves
hands just the same. "Just for that - you are sleeping on the couch." He didnt sound even
remotely sincere, and Steve just shook his head and combed his fingers through one more time
before pulling them away. "All right. Rinse."
Loki tipped his head obediently back, the lather running out of his hair and down his back, a few
stray suds sliding down his front to catch on the slight ridge of his hipbones and the thought
popped into his head of chasing a drop of water down Lokis body, tracing the path it would take
through dips of muscle with Loki braced against the shower wall and making those unquiet noises
of pleasure-
If he hadnt been hard before, he was now, and Steve tried to bite his lip to control himself.
He opened his eyes and found Loki looking at him. More pointedly, looking at his cock, head
slightly tilted, and he was half about to apologize when he noticed Lokis hand on his own half-
hard cock, his eyes slightly dark.
The way Loki stepped over to him, just two sliding steps with a slight motion of his hips, made
Steves knees feel a little wobbly. How did he do that? With that look on his face, his hair slicked
back and his body wet and gleaming-
Steve almost lunged forward, pulling Loki into a kiss. His skin was warm now, his body sliding in
to fit against Steves, hips slotting together and the electric jolt of feeling of his cock trapped
between the two of them pressed closed together. He rutted helplessly against Loki, the mix of
friction and slide through water making him gasp.
Loki pulled back and bent his head to nip Steves shoulder. Did you - plan this? Steve said, a
little breathless.
"I was just going to watch," Loki said, "But how can I not indulge, when youre right there,
looking so thoroughlydelicious? Steve sucked in a breath.
"Youre-" Steve gave up on trying to articulate it, and worked his hand between them, gathered
his cock and Lokis together and wrapped his fingers around them both. He took a sharp breath in,
feeling suddenly every inch of silky skin pressed hard against him, the head of Lokis cock
bumping against his and sending a jolt down his cock and up his spine-
Lokis back arched and his teeth dug into Steves shoulder almost too hard, pushing against his
hand. Steve flexed his fingers carefully, almost gingerly, and Lokis hands flew up and clamped
on Steves biceps.
"Ah - more of that-"
Steve loosened his hand and tried experimentally moving his own hips to push his cock along
Lokis and was rewarded by a low, throaty noise as Loki released his shoulder and tossed his head
back, eyes closed, water streaming over his neck and collarbones, chest rising and falling in sharp
little breaths. Steves own body felt tight, arousal a heavy weight low in his belly, but he was not
going to- not going to come before he could coax Loki to-
He moved aggressively, determined, and pushed Loki up against the tiled wall, pinned him there
and pulled his hand away so they were body to body, Lokis cock hot against his hip. He shifted
to rub his thigh forward, and Lokis body snapped taut, grinding against him with a ragged
sound.
"Steeeve," Loki said, the vowel in his name stretched out in a way that made Steve shiver with
delight, a warm bubble swelling in his chest that he could get Loki to sound like that. He moved
his whole body against Lokis again, the slick sound of water between their bodies and the water
pounding on tile not nearly enough to muffle the sounds Loki was making, half desperate little
gasping breaths, his head dropped back against the wall, eyelids fluttering, and just looking at him
Steves whole body gave a throb.
"I like - I like looking at you like this," Steve said, his own voice sounding thick and heavy.
"Youre just - beautiful, and that I can - that I can make you feel good-"
Loki squirmed, almost writhing between Steve and the wall, his fingers digging in to muscle. A-
aah, he said, sounding almost completely breathless, and Steve could feel his hips moving in little
jerks. He rocked his leg forward and then back. Need was an ache between Steves legs, his cock
sliding against Lokis hip just not quite enough, but he gritted his teeth and bit his lip before
kissing Loki not quite with desperation, letting his teeth catch Lokis lower lip and nip just lightly.
Lokis fingernails dug into skin and the sound dragged out of his throat wasnt quite a howl, his
body arching as his come spattered Steves stomach only to be washed away by the water still
coursing down his body. Steve took one look at Lokis face, flushed, his lips bright and his mouth
open as he took deep, gasping breaths, and gave up on holding back as well, his orgasm leaving
streaks of white up to Lokis chest.
Loki was almost boneless underneath him, and Steve kept his hands braced against the shower
wall, not quite trusting his legs.
"You ought to - do that more often," Loki murmured, when his breathing had slowed a little. "I
like you when you are - commanding." The water pounding on Steves back was starting to go
cold. "Are you sure you need tommmleave now?"
"Maybe not this instant," Steve allowed, after a moments wavering. It was nice to feel Loki like
this. Loose and relaxed, almostopen.
He didnt want to lose a moment of it.
on the desk
Steve jumped and just managed not to yelp when he turned around to sharpen one of his pencils
over the garbage and saw Loki perched on his bed, one knee folded up to his chest and chin
resting on it, watching him in a contemplative manner.
"When did you get here?" he blurted out, one hand going almost automatically to turn over the
sketches hed been doodling, a few of them featuring Loki himself in - various states of undress.
Or ecstasy. Then he shook himself and added, "Youre not supposed to be allowed"
"And there you have it," Loki said, cocking his head a little to the side. "I was never very good
with not supposed to, as I suspect you know. Besides I finished my books, and I was bored."
"Youve got almost a whole library up there," Steve objected. Loki shrugged.
"I read it. I shall require more when you have the time." He let go of his leg and leaned forward
on the bed. "Are you sketching?"
"I was," Steve said, not quite able to sound as displeased as he wanted to. "But its nothing
finished," but Loki had already moved fluidly off the bed and padded over, lifting Steves hand
off the sketches and turning one over.
Steves face got hot. It was one of Loki totally naked, a couch barely sketched in underneath his
body sprawled, loose-limbed, with his head thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed. His cock
was erect and drawn in the same careful detail as the rest. The entirety of his posture was pleasure,
release, abandon. Seeing it as Loki might - it looked childish, suddenly, or foolish, or seemed like
hed put down on paper something that was supposed to be private-
He didnt dare to look at Lokis face.
"Hmm," Loki said, at length, and set down the sketch again. "This is what youve been drawing?"
His tone was impossible to read. Steve wanted to wince.
"some of it. Lately."
"Youve been drawingme," Loki said, and Steve dared to look up, finally, and found a strange
look on Lokis face, almost
Then it bloomed into a smile. Youre going to make me blush, Loki said, almost drawled.
Perhaps I should model for you, no? Steve glanced at his eyes, trying to judge if he was being
made fun of. They were shining, though, bright and vivid and unmistakably pleased. Warmth
swelled in Steves chest, and relief, too.
"You dont mind?"
"Mind? No." Lokis lips turned up at the corners. "Though I think youve erred a little on the side
of flattery."
"I was just drawing from memory," Steve said, with a little smile, and Loki laughed softly and
leaned down to kiss him. He sucked Steves lower lip into his mouth, released him, and moved to
scrape his teeth against his jaw.
"I think you should clear off your desk of your lovely sketches," Loki murmured, into his ear, "so
you can fuck me on it with my legs wrapped around your waist. You might find some new
material, hmm?" and Steve almost felt blood rush downwards, his mouth opening in a soundless
gasp, pants suddenly snug.
He felt like a teenager sometimes, with Loki, like he didnt even have a semblance of control over
his libido, like Loki hardly had to do anything to get him going, and it would have been
embarrassing if it werent so - enjoyable.
"Is this what you do when youre bored?" he said, trying to keep his breathing even and not just
sweep everything off his desk and get to. Loki arched his eyebrows.
"Is that a problem?" Loki sidled a little forward so he was straddling one of Steves legs, and ran
his thumbnail down Steves neck. "I could always think of alternatives"
Steve made a small noise that was unintelligible even to him, and moved quickly, gathering his
papers and pencils and dropping them on the floor. He moved his hands to Lokis hips, but Loki
had already pushed himself up so he was sitting on the edge of Steves desk, his legs splayed
wide, his feet - his bare feet, Steve realized suddenly - running along the outside of Steves thighs.
Loki leaned back, the expression on his face almost a challenge; well?
"You," Steve started to say, and then took a shallow breath as one of Lokis feet moved over the
top of his thigh, his toes pressing lightly on Steves groin, kneading once, his eyes on Steves
calculating, wicked. Steve let out a groan and on impulse grabbed Lokis foot and pulled it away
only so that he could lean in and press his mouth against the inseam of Lokis pants - black slacks,
today - mouthing at his inner thigh through black fabric. He felt Loki jerk and make a breathy
sound, muscle flexing taut.
There, he thought with satisfaction, and when he pulled back it was only to stand and pull Loki
forward with hands in his hair to catch his mouth and give him a slow, deep kiss even as Lokis
hands slid up under his shirt. Take it off, Loki murmured, on his mouth, voice slightly thick. I
want to be able to look at you-
Steve pulled back and tugged his shirt off over his head, taking a moment to catch his breath. He
looked at Loki and felt a little thrill to realize that he was already flushed, his hair mussed from
Steves hands in it, one of his hands between his legs and kneading himself roughly through his
slacks-
Steve felt his mouth open a little, and then surged forward again, pushing his hand down between
them as they kissed again, replacing Lokis with his own, his heart pounding at the heat pressing
against his palm. Loki inhaled a ragged gasp.
"I wonder - I wonder if you could - make me come with - just your cock inside me," Loki said, his
voice sounding a little breathless as his hips ground into Steves hand. "Pin my hands down and
wring me dry without a single touch. I might scream your name. Would you - unh-
Steve sucked hard at the pulse point of Lokis neck and felt his heartbeat hammer under his lips.
He pulled his hand away and Lokis hips arched with a sound like a whine.
I want - that sounds- Steve took a deep breath through his nose. I want you to feel so much
that you cant even form words, that youre just making those - glorious, beautiful, sounds-
Loki moaned, low and loud, and one of his hands moved. Steve blinked and Loki was spread out
naked on his desk. Hands, Loki said, not quite plea or demand but somewhere in between. I
want your fingers - twisting in me, spreading me open until your cock slides in-
Steves penis gave an almighty throb in his pants and he sucked in a few breaths, his thoughts
flying apart a little. Left hand drawer, Loki exhaled, sounding almost frustrated. I may have put
it there-
Steve half wanted to ask when or maybe how, but he just yanked the drawer open, pulled out the
little jar similar to the one Loki had, and smeared lube over his fingers. Lokis hips tilted so Steve
could see his balls, flushed slightly darker than the rest of his body, the stretch of smooth skin
behind and-
He lined up his index finger and let it circle the pucker of Lokis hole, felt muscle flutter under his
fingertips and heard Lokis soft exhale. He looked up at Lokis face as he began to tease the tip of
his finger in, the first little way opening easily until he met the first ring of muscle. He brushed his
fingertip gently against the resistance, brought his free hand to grip Lokis thigh and squeeze. Loki
made a low sound and Steve felt his body relax and open. The rest was easier, his knuckle
catching briefly, but when he twisted his finger experimentally Lokis whole body jerked like it
had been an electric shock and Steve heard his teeth click together. He hesitated.
"Too much?" He pushed out. His entire body felt like it was thudding to his pulse, and he kept
thinking about the way Lokis long, slender legs would feel locked around his waist as Steve
thrust against him, making it hard to focus. Loki made a strangled sound and one of his fists
thudded on the desk, clenched tightly.
More," he said, and that was demand. Steve twisted his finger again, pulled it out and began
easing the second in while Loki was still writhing. Steves breathing sounded ragged and fast in
his own ears, unable to take his eyes off the way Loki moved, the flush spread down from his face
over his chest as Steve worked his fingers deeper. His eyes were squeezed shut, body almost
quivering, and Steve tried another little twist, but Loki was still tight enough that only one of his
fingers rotated around the other.
His body bucked and he cried out, a surge of clear precome spilling from the head of his cock.
Steve scissored his fingers slowly, trying to ease Loki open, curled his fingertips carefully, trying
to find-
Loki gasped, his eyes opening wide, his cock giving a violent twitch and smearing his stomach
with wet. Steve started the motion again, but it appeared Loki had reached the end of his patience.
Your cock, Steve, let me take it, push into me, deep and deeper, I want to taste your seed at the
back of my throat-
Steve had withdrawn his fingers and started stripping himself almost before he realized what he
was doing, his head full of Lokis words in that voice almost desperate, his body pounding and his
cock a violent ache between his legs. He swiped more lube from the jar and wrapped his hand
around his cock and felt like he could come just like that, but Loki was right there and almost
shuddering, his pupils blown wide and his hands opening and closing spasmodically.
He lined his cock up, but it seemed too tight, not enough preparation. He was about to draw back,
or ask, something, when Lokis legs wrapped around his waist like a snake, and he pulled Steve
forward and into his body in one swift motion.
Steve saw stars, for a moment, and thought he might explode at the sudden tight, hot, almost vice
grip of Lokis body around him. He panted, the feeling almost too much, and under him Loki was
gasping and quivering, his cock looking (impossibly) harder. Fuck me, Loki said, and Steve
braced his hands on Lokis hips and rocked his body carefully, not wanting to push too hard.
Lokis body bent like a bow and then his hands flashed forward, digging into Steves shoulders.
His heels pressed into the small of Steves back, urging him deeper, and Steve let out an awful
groan.
"Loki," he managed. "Its too - youre too-"
Lokis muscles clenched and Steve almost yelled, only managed not to by biting his lip. He could
almost feel the pounding of his own heartbeat, his cock held so tightly that there was hardly room
for- but then Loki was relaxing, a shudder running through his whole body, and Steve slid a little
deeper. He couldnt breathe, his chest was too tight, and Loki was making little gasping noises, his
legs flexing where his thighs pressed against Steves body.
Steve pushed back against those heels and moved in a shallow experimental thrust. Loki made a
faint and ragged sound, and Steve repeated the motion. The tightness was still almost too much,
but the lube slicked their bodies together, made motion easier, and this time when Lokis legs
flexed to urge him deeper Steve slid in fully, the angle pushing him deeper than he could
remember being. Loki rocked forward, leaning his weight a little more onto Steve and pushing
him just a little bit further in, and it was tight, slick heat around Steves entire cock. Loki was
twitching with almost every breath, his eyes flicking between wide open and squeezed shut, his
lips parted. He looked obscene, indecent.
Wonderful.
"Are you just - just going to - stay there," Loki said.
"No," he said, almost defiantly. Steve braced his hands on Lokis hips, wrapped his hands over
them, and rocked back. Lokis legs let him move, but not far; Steve still took what he was given
and then thrust back, starting a rhythm of slow thrusts, as long as he could make them. His head
and heart were pounding and he needed to let go, needed to come, but he held it back.
What started as gasps became keens, and Lokis legs fell wider open, his hips moving with the
motion of Steves. His cock was flushed almost violently, entirely untouched, twitching with
every thrust, almost dripping with clear fluid. Steve pulled Lokis hips a little higher,
experimentally, altered the angle, and slid in.
The keen turned into a whine, and Loki flung his head back, swallowing rapidly. Steve moved
again, letting his eyes slide down to watch Lokis cock twitch with every thrust, wondering if
he could get him to come like this-
He shifted angle again, just slightly, and Loki howled, his nails digging into Steves shoulders as
he came, still fucking himself even as Steve tried to hold still, streaks of come painting his chest in
white. His eyes were huge, his pupils blocking out almost all the green.
Steve couldnt hold on anymore through the clench of Lokis muscles in orgasm, the sudden
squeeze of his cock shoving him brutally over the edge.
Loki slumped back, draped over Steves desk, and oh god. The noise hed made - had anyone
heard that? If anyone came running now - Steve sank down into his chair again as his cock slid
out of Loki, followed by a dribble of come, his knees weak.
Loki made a low, very quiet purring noise. Steve could see his asshole, the way he was still
splayed open, red and slightly puffy, and felt - possessive, suddenly. In a warm, pleasant way. He
blinked, a little stupidly. Well, no one had banged down his door yet.
He stole another look at Loki, who looked like he was still dazed himself. His eyes were half
closed, his body still flushed warm pink. Steve closed his own eyes and locked that image away,
somewhere safe.
trying new position
When Steve drew back, Loki recognized the look on his face as the one that he got when he had a
question he wasnt quite sure how to ask. Loki didnt push for it, just bent his head to nibble
across Steves collarbones, tongue catching the light taste of salt-sweat. He was in no rush, happy
to be tangled together like this, limbs wound like ivy.
"Loki," said Steve, suddenly. "Would you ever - would you ever want to - penetrate me?"
Loki fell still. The question sounded sincere, and this was Steve. He wouldnt ask unless he meant
it. But
"Did I say something wrong?" Steve asked, sounding suddenly worried, his hands gripping
Lokis shoulders and pushing him back, bright eyes examining him with too-naked concern that
made his skin prickle.
"No," Loki said, though cautiously. "Of course not." He was trying to think quickly. Might Steve
be offering because he thought Loki wanted him to? Perhaps he was not aware of the -
implications. Perhaps-
(At the same time, though, there was a flicker of warmth low in his stomach, flavored slightly
with he trusts me and more with the sudden acute desire to watch Steve come undone on his cock,
to work him open slowly and bring him gasping, quivering to climax, to take it slow and easy and
maybe he could get Steve to ask for more.)
He closed his eyes and tried to get the image to subside.
"Youve got - a look," Steve said, and Loki could almost hear his eyebrows furrowing. "There is
something. What"
"Are you offering because you feel that otherwise you will not have reciprocated appropriately?"
Loki asked, bluntly, and he felt Steve start.
"what? No, thats not-" Steve sounded almost indignant. "you seem to like it," he said,
shifting toward stubborn, and Loki opened his eyes to see that look on his face. "Id like to try it."
Loki gave him a long, slow look. There was a slight flush in Steves cheeks, but his mouth was set
and his eyes were almost determined, and that expression made his blood warm. Youre not
ashamed? He almost wanted to ask, but he suspected that would open a door he didnt want
opened.
(It would be too difficult to explain - everything, from there.)
Loki reached up to curve his hand around the back of Steves neck and pull him down into a kiss.
Well then, he breathed, on his lips. I dont see why not. He let both his hands slide down
Steves back to knead his buttocks, pull them apart and slide one finger between to flutter against
his hole, feeling muscles clench under his touch. Steve made a small noise and Loki felt a little
thrill, could feel his body responding.
He pulled his hands back and tapped Steves shoulder. Lie back. I want to see your face.
Steves face flushed, but it wasnt embarrassment this time, and he pulled off and rolled over. If he
was at all apprehensive, it didnt show, his eyes registering to Lokis gaze only curiosity and -
eagerness.
Desire tightened into a fist in him as he reached for the bedside table and pulled out the jar of
lubricant, noting absently that it was nearly half empty. He would have to see to that. Ask Steve to
pick one, maybe. Hed probably blush to be asked.
He set that aside for the moment, however, in favor of stretching himself out over Steve and
kissing him, slow and deeply and with long thrusts of his tongue until Steve pushed back, hands
twining into Lokis hair and tongue sliding against his. He let his hips move, let their bodies slide
and rub together, listening to the way Steves breathing quickened, and then moved his body just
enough to slip his hand between them and stroke Steves hardening cock.
The sound he made was a gasp that made Lokis own semi-hard penis twitch, and his hands
clenched in Lokis hair and then loosened, hurriedly. Loki hummed into Steves lips and stroked
again before pulling back just enough to look down at his Captain. His lips were slightly reddened
and swollen, his eyes half-closed and his legs spread just wide enough for Loki to fit between
them. He looked beautiful. Debauched and already-
He slid down and pressed a kiss to the inside of Steves knee, then a little further up his inner
thigh. Pull your legs up, he murmured. Feet flat on the bed. Ill do the rest. He licked a stripe
upwards and felt Steves skin quiver and his quiet exhalation, bitten off at the end as Lokis
tongue neared his groin. For a moment, he was tempted to use his tongue for the rest, but he set
that thought aside for later as Steve obeyed.
(When had he begun to think in the long term? In later and someday and when rather
than if and now?
Be careful, Loki. When you begin to relax, thats when you lose everything.)
He pushed the thought away to kiss carefully around Steves loins, deliberately not touching
anything there, keeping his mouth on less sensitive skin. Loki, Steve said, almost a groan.
Thats - thats a little-
Loki traced Steves hipbone with his tongue, and let his two thumbs skim along the very apex of
Steves thighs, just barely not touching his balls. He felt Steve twitch and gasp and this time when
he eased his index finger back along the smooth perineum, the pucker of his asshole didnt clench
so much when he circled it experimentally.
Just a little more. He pulled his hand away and reached for the jar at the same time as he moved
his head down, fastened his lips to the hot, silky skin of Steves testicles, and sucked lightly.
"Aah-!" Steves body jerked, and Loki repeated the motion, his finger now slick with lube teasing
in little circles, putting just the slightest bit of pressure-
His finger slid a little ways in as Steve melted under his mouth, muscles going slack as Loki laved
him lovingly with his tongue. His breathing was coming in deep, almost desperate pulls of air and
his body opened easily before the urging press of a single slender finger. When he thought he had
the depth right, Loki crooked his finger just slightly to stroke downwards.
"There-!" Steves hips pushed into his hand, apparently without any real conscious movement,
and Loki shifted his fingers so his thumb could stroke along the skin full of nerves just behind
Steves balls. His own cock was beginning to feel too full between his legs, edging toward an
ache.
He wasnt going to rush.
Loki used one finger until Steve was gasping, his body feeling loose around the single digit. He let
up with his mouth when he felt him edging too close to completion, drew his hand back, and lined
up a second finger. You feel good, Loki murmured, and pressed another kiss to Steves inner
thigh, now damp with sweat. Is it?
"Nnh. Yes." Loki craned his neck to see Steves face and found him with his eyes squeezed tight,
blood bright under his fair skin. Loki slid the second finger in a circle and then began to work it in,
slow, sure, keeping up the strokes with his thumb and little kisses, flicking his tongue at the base
of Steves flushed and straining cock.
He took less time before adding the third finger, pulling all his fingers out to coat them afresh, and
this time Steve made a thin whining sound when Loki pushed his fingers in. He stopped, at once,
could hear Steve panting loudly. Just - just a minute, he said, and Loki felt a nervous little twist.
"I can stop if-"
"No," Steve said, at once, and the almost fractured note in his voice made Steve want to shudder.
"Dont, I just - need a-" He sucked in several harsh breaths, and Loki lowered his head and ran his
tongue along Steves cock. His body clenched and relaxed around Lokis fingers, his hips shifting
like he was trying to get comfortable. Carefully, carefully, Loki shifted his fingers and pressed,
seeking.
"Ah!" Steve jerked, clenched around Lokis hand and then relaxed. "Do that - do that again-"
He obeyed, running the tips of two fingers over the same spot while simultaneously moving his
fingers to stretch them apart, just a little bit, a little at a time, keeping up that stroking motion until
Steve was panting again. Okay, Steve said, sounding breathless. All right, thats - thats- I
think Im ready-
Loki crooked his fingers again. No. Not yet. Not until youre so full of need that theres no room
for pain and your body embraces me so I can slide into you like its meant. Steves body jumped
and Loki lowered his mouth to Steves testicles again, ran his tongue over them, nuzzled against
the base of Steves cock until he could feel him twitching on the point of coming, and then pulled
back. Every moan and gasp and twitch was a stroke along his nerves, every breathed rendition of
his name making his body hurt for need, but he was going to do this right. Steves muscles were
puddling under his mouth and his touch, his ass opening more with every stroke of Lokis fingers
until he could twist all three in up to the knuckle with ease.
God, Steve burst out, suddenly, voice desperate and fractured. Loki, just - just do it, and Loki
moved, finally, pulled out his fingers. He knelt between Steves trembling legs and slicked his
cock - almost wanting to howl when he touched himself. He lifted Steves hips so he could line
himself up and slid slowly
home.
He could hear Steve gasping, feel his body shaking, but Lokis mind seemed to have fled to the
still tight, slick heat that was Steves body around his, around his cock, the movement of his
muscles and the way Steve pushed back against him. He started to move, head almost spinning,
and then it was the way his body clenched when Loki hit his prostate at just the right angle and
how Steve quivered when he cried out. He made his eyes open and look at Steves face, and it
was as good as hed thought it would be, better, his eyes wide and his mouth open, undone with
pleasure, and it was like someone had reached into his gut and squeezed, a feeling overwhelming
and violent and too much-
He felt Steve come, heard the strangled sound he made, and let go. His orgasm roared through
him and he was gripped, for a moment, by the realization that he was coming inside Steve,
marking his entrails with his seed and that Steve had allowed - asked - him to do this.
He swayed, belly clenching almost in cramps as his cock pulsed a last few times. He tried to catch
himself on his arms but they gave out under him and he just managed not to fall too heavily over
Steves back, panting hard like hed been the one thoroughly fucked.
"Wow," Steve mumbled, after a few moments of silence, sounding a little dazed. "I think II
think I need a minute." Loki could feel his softening cock sliding in his own come and didnt want
to pull out, wanted to stay like this and just have a moment to think mine.
He kissed Steves shoulder, open-mouthed, and thought I love you as hard as he dared, but
couldnt say it, still. Not yet. Not just yet.
shy
Chapter Notes
Exhibit B of: I am real bad at following the prompts I am given, sometimes. This
chapter warnings for some implied/discussed self-harm, body dysphoria, internalized
racism...you know, all that fun stuff.
Steve knew something was wrong the moment he stepped inside.
Well - something had been wrong for the last couple days. It seemed, bizarrely, like Loki was
coming down with something, a general feeling of malaise and exhaustion making him snappish
and - well, almost clingy by turns. Hed been napping when Steve had slipped out, and hed
hoped that still to be the case when he got back. But that wasnt it.
Somewhere in the last hour, he had a sinking feeling, something had happened.
The living room was empty, as was the kitchen. He walked carefully down the hallway, unease
growing. Loki? he called. The light was on in the bathroom, and he nudged the door open.
The mirror over the sink had been smashed. There was blood on some of the shards. Steves heart
rate picked up and he stepped back, quickly. Loki? he called, a little more urgently, to no
answer. The bedroom door at the end of the hall was closed, and he stared at it, an awful feeling
of foreboding rising in his throat.
He walked over and tried the knob. It was locked.
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. Loki, he said, slowly. Are youin there? Silence,
and Steve felt the first flutter of panic. What had happened? "I need you to say something. Youre
worrying me." He shouldnt have left, Steve thought guiltily, he should have stayed and made
sure
"I am here. I am fine. Get out." Lokis voice sounded strained, and Steves stomach churned
uneasily.
"You dont sound fine," he said, slowly. "Can I come in? Just for a minute."
"No." Lokis voice quivered strangely, and Steve tensed, his worry only growing. He leaned his
forehead on the door.
"Loki," he said, and could hear the pleading in his own voice. "Please. Whatever it is, I can help.
Dont shut me out." He was trying, desperately, to think of what could have happened in an hour,
what could have gone wrong that Loki was reacting like this. "Whatever it is - whatevers going
on - it cant be that bad."
It took him a long moment to recognize the sound he could hear through the door as a laugh, and
his nervousness climbed another notch. You think so? Loki said, and his voice sounded -
different, somehow. You think-
He heard a flurry of movement and stepped back quickly at the sound of steps pacing toward the
door, bracing himself, but when Loki flung the door open he was still unable to keep his eyes
from widening.
He was blue. Not hypothermic-blue, but truly, his skin a deep, rich color, strange patterns of
ridges following the lines of his face. His eyes were crimson red all through other than the pupil
blown too large. The features still undeniably his, but different, too. Steve half opened his mouth
to exclaim, and then checked himself.
Loki was holding himself rigidly stiff, but his eyes were wild and he could hear the way he was
trying to stifle panicked breathing. His posture suggested temper but everything else said fear, and
Steve suddenly knew that whatever he said or did here could all too easily ruin everything. A few
things were clicking together in his brain, and he didnt like the way they were coming together.
He met those almost unnervingly red eyes and kept his posture steady and calm. Are you all
right?
"Am I-" Loki made a strange hissing sound. "Dont be a fool, look at me-
"Are you all right," Steve repeated implacably, refusing to be derailed. "I saw blood on the pieces
of the mirror. Your hands"
These hands? Loki said, his voice brutally harsh as he almost shoved his hands into Steves
view, blue and ridged there too, lines following tendons and after the initial shock its - beautiful,
in a way. An entirely alien way. But Lokis body was shaking and his tone was thick with -
loathing, more powerful than Steve had ever heard from him, even before.
He reached out to catch Lokis wrists but he tried to jerk away. Dont touch me- he started to
say, but his voice cut off the moment Steve caught him, his eyes widening a fraction.
Steve tightened his fingers. Lokis skin felt strange under his hands, cold and dry and slightly
rough where those ridges ran. Loki sucked in a breath. Loki, Steve said, keeping his voice quiet
and calm though his heart was still thudding too hard against his ribs. Can you tell me what
happened?
"It doesnt hurt you?" Loki said, instead of answering, and now Steve could hear the difference in
his voice, the slight resonance, a low thrum underneath. It could be - nice, Steve thought. If he - in
that voice-
Not now. "What doesnt?"
Lokis fingers curled and uncurled and his breathing had picked up, the near panic more obvious,
and then he moved again, yanked his wrists away and pulled back, taking several steps away from
Steve. This is what I look like, he said, voice harsh again, almost a hiss. Underneath. This flesh
is the truth of what youve been fucking-
"Youre not a what," Steve said, and let a touch of vehemence enter his voice. Loki wheeled on
him, teeth bared.
"Am I not? Look at me, Captain-
"I am," Steve said, still calm. "Its still you." Loki didnt seem calmed by that, though; if anything,
almost seemed to become wilder.
"And this is what I am! This aberrant, monstrous, creature, you dont understand- Loki had
started to shake, working himself into a frenzy, and Steves fear and worry were only climbing.
He needed to draw Loki back from the edge he was hurtling towards, and took a slow step
forward. Lokis lips peeled further back from his teeth. I said get out.
"I dont want to leave you alone right now," Steve said, quietly. Loki laughed, sharp and harsh.
"Scared of what I might do, Captain?"
"Do I seem scared to you?" Steve took another step forward. Loki twitched like he might bolt, but
didnt move. Im not. Im worried. Can youcome here?
Loki fell still, chest rising and falling rapidly. He didnt step toward Steve, though. His eyes were
wide, but after a moment he rearranged his features into a sneer. You neednt hide your disgust.
Are you not - repulsed?
Steve felt a pang, and shook his head, slow but firm. No, he said, and met Lokis eyes, was able
to say with honesty, Its a surprise, but I still think youre beautiful.
Loki shuddered, in his whole body, and Steve took a risk and moved slowly, lifting his hands to
Lokis rigid shoulders and drawing him into a kiss. He felt Loki shudder again as their lips met,
and it was a strange sensation, kissing lips that much cooler than his own. Experimentally, he let
his tongue just touch his lower lip, and found that Lokis skin tasted like clean snow. He could still
feel Loki shaking against him.
Steve pulled back slowly, and let his thumbs rub into Lokis shoulders. Sit with me, he said, at
the last moment making it command rather than question. Just He needed to figure out what
had happened, and exactly what this meant to Loki, but for the momentit seemed more
important to ensure that he knew Steve wasnt going to run away. Until youre a little calmer.
Then
"I hate this," Loki said, and when Steve looked at him in surprise his eyes were shut tightly.
"Ihate this flesh, if I could cut it out of me and make it bleed-
"Loki," Steve said, not quite sharply, and moved his hands down to catch his wrists, just in case,
because there was a vicious edge to those words that made them - not nearly rhetorical enough.
"Dont," but he didnt know the right things to say, so he just tugged Loki over to the edge of the
bed and gave him a little push. His hair was still the same, Steve noticed, and he ran his hands into
it, dragging his fingers over his scalp in the way he knew soothed him. He started, though, when
Loki made a faint sound and leaned into his hands like hed touched something else, and then
jerked back.
"What-"
"Easy," Steve said, almost automatically, but Loki shuddered.
"You dont understand," he said again, and Steve felt his lips press together.
"I understand just fine," he said, firmly. Lokis breathing was starting to pick up again, and Steve
hesitated, and then got on the bed and wrapped his arms around Loki to pull him down flat so he
could fold Lokis body into the curve of his. Loki went rigid, but Steve waited a moment and he
did relax. Steve moved his hair out of the way and kissed the back of his neck. One ridge
followed his spine, and Steve after a moment traced it with his tongue, feeling powerfully self
conscious. Loki made a small sound, almost like pain, strangely muffled.
"Listen," Steve said, keeping his voice calm and sure. "Whatevers happenedwell figure it
out." Loki was still shaking minutely, and Steve carefully moved his hands to edge under his shirt.
Everything felt sofragile, like one tiny wrong move could ruin everything and shatter Loki like
glass, and that would be it. He let his fingertips trace slowly up the flat plane of his stomach, over
his skin. "For nowlet me look after you?" He felt his fingers skate over another ridge, a few
inches above his navel, and Loki shuddered.
"Ah," he said, very softly, and then went tense. "That feels-"
Steve bit his lip, not sure what would be stepping too far, and felt his way forward. I think you
might be - more sensitive than usual, like this. Can I He took a deep breath and kissed the back
of Lokis neck again, mouth open so he could inhale that cold, clear smell-taste. you can
of course say no. But it might help ifI do think youre beautiful. I want to seeI want to make
you feel good. Help you relax.
Lokis breathing was shallow and quick. Steve could hear him say I am not a curiosity for your
pleasure harsh and furious, almost feel all the doors slam closed, and tried to stay calm.
"Make me forget," Loki said, suddenly, and his voice was tight, but Steve could hear that soft
thrum and was a little ashamed of his reaction. "Make it so I cant think of anything but the fire of
your touch, let this skin be good for s-"
Steve pressed his lips to the ridge on the back of Lokis neck and sucked lightly. Lokis voice
vanished in a gasp. It wasnt an answer, but at least it was something.
Hed trace every line on Lokis chest with his tongue, one at a time, if it earned Loki at least a
moments peace. He shifted to straddle Loki and nudge his shoulders flat back to the bed. He was
so tense, eyes closed and holding himself with so much-
Steve leaned down to mouth at Lokis jaw. He was getting used to the feeling, now, finding the
tingle of cold on his lips and tongue strangely pleasant, like ice cream on a hot day. Your shirt,
he said. Can you
Loki hesitated. Loki, always so thoroughly shameless, and he hesitated. Steve let his hand slide
under Lokis shirt again and up his side.
"I never wanted you to see me like this," Loki breathed, and his voice sounded like it fractured.
Steves heart squeezed in his chest. "I hate - I hate-
"Let me give you something other than hate," Steve said, the words bursting out of him, and Loki
was perfectly still for a moment, then made a soft sound and his clothing vanished, his eyes
remaining shut.
Steve couldnt help but stare, taking in the soft gradient of colors of blue, the deeper cobalt of his
nipples. The ridges twined down his arms like ivy, patterns more intricate over his torso,
everything about them graceful, deliberate - did they mean something? Did Loki know if they
did?
He could hear Lokis breathing fast and shallow and shook himself, leaning down to plant soft,
sucking kisses down the line of Lokis sternum. He shuddered with every touch of Steves lips
and by the third a small sound escaped him, poorly muffled, and Steve decided he would make
him make that sound, unashamed, however long it took. His hands slid up slowly and Steve let his
finger slide in a light circle over one of his nipples.
It was hardly any pressure, but Lokis whole body jerked, and he made a sharp and partially
swallowed sound like Steve had just tugged at his cock. Steve left his mouth where it was and
repeated the motion, pressing down a little more firmly, and felt the vibration of Lokis groan in
his chest. There was sudden heat between his legs, but that wasnt
Steve moved his mouth over and clasped his lips over that darker circle of flesh, probed with the
tip of his tongue.
He felt Lokis hips buck upwards under him, and shifted his mouth to swirl his tongue in little
spirals. Lokis rapid breathing edged toward gasps, and his low noises were becoming steadily
less muffled.
They could do this, Steve thought, as he fastened his lips in a seal and sucked until Lokis hips
ground against his thigh, the hard line of his cock a fraction warmer than the rest of him. (Were
there ridges running along that, too, Steve wondered? Markings that he could run his fingers
along, if Loki let him, and feel him react like this?)
They could do this, he thought again, as he moved their bodies together, setting a rhythm, and
hold it together. Just fine.
with toys
Chapter Notes
This chapter takes place after the as yet unfinished (and unposted) Fic To Come in
this verse.
Im not going to hurt you, Steve had said. I dont want to. Then a deep breath, and hed gone on,
slowly, even as Loki could feel himself trembling between anger and shame. But. But that doesnt
meanwe cant work something else out.
His hands opened and closed reflexively, but he left them by his sides, and opened his eyes into
the opaque dark of the blindfold, trying to quash his doubts, but the dark was making his skin
crawl in a way that was not entirely pleasant. He ought to have thought of that, have remembered-
Loki started at the sudden brush of Steves hand on his hip, a shiver crawling up his ribs, even so
slight a touch lighting up his nerves. Perhaps this did have potential. Youre tense, Steve said,
quietly, and Loki curled his fingers into the mattress.
"Im waiting.
This time Steves fingers brushed over his hipbone and remained there, the weight of his hand
settling. He almost thought he should feel shame at the way the fear diminished, just for that.
"So impatient," Steve murmured, sounding unmistakably fond, and Lokis chest ached for it. You
know me for what I am.You know the rotten core of me and you would still-
"As though youve never been impatient," Loki said, and let his body arch. "Go on, then, what is
it youre planning to - nnh." Feeling - not quite pain but dancing close to it - bloomed under his
sternum, and his muscles went taut in surprise. His hands half flicked up, but Steve pushed his
right arm back down, gentle but firm. The feeling ebbed quickly, the sudden pulse of heat cooling
quickly against his skin.
Steve shifted, his weight moving and the bed shifting until he was straddling Loki, hips holding
him down just enough. His breathing quickened slightly in anticipation, bracing himself-
Steves fingers skated over his chest and he started again, feather-light and leaving trails of
prickling sensation behind. He squirmed, just a little, and let out a breath. What are you doing?
He felt Steves breath on his jaw only a moment before he mouthed a wet kiss into the skin, and
this was - surprisingly interesting. If he hadnt been sure about the proposal he shivered a little
as Steve kissed down his neck, and didnt bite back a little sharp sound in time at a quick nip, his
fingers at the same time tracing a little spiral pattern down the side of his ribs. Youre being
impatient again.
Loki sucked in a breath. Not knowing where those little touches were going to come - his body
tensed and relaxed, skin prickling.
"Are you - mm - going to do something about it?" Loki said, and could hear the challenge in his
own voice, but Steve just hummed and shifted slightly, sitting up. Loki started to follow the warm
press of his mouth as he pulled away, only to fall back with a quiet gasp as a line of liquid heat
almost-pain dripped onto his sternum, his skin lighting up with sensation. "Ah-!" It wasnt pain,
but the way his nerves blazed up for a moment was making a different kind of warmth pool in his
belly that was starting to coalesce into a knot of more definite arousal.
"How does it feel?" Steve asked, quietly, and Loki could just hear the worry in his voice and
wanted to squirm away from it.
"I can take-"
Steve flicked his chest, lightly, but the surprise of it still made him start. I didnt ask what you can
take. I asked how it felt. One of his hands floated down Lokis side, not quite to his hip, and Loki
took a few sharp breaths in, his cock giving an interested twitch.
"Rather exquisite," he said, summoning a smile. "Though I have to wonder ifmmmm." Steves
tongue ran along the still cooling line over his sternum, and the new warmth made his body
quiver, very slightly. When had Steve learned how to tease effectively?
"Its just wax," Steve said mildly. His fingers ran over Lokis chest and then onto the little line of
wax cooled on his chest. He just felt the nail brush skin before he was peeling it away. Lokis eyes
flew open into darkness, the feeling like his skin itself was being peeled away but without the
pain, just a strange tugging sensation. His hips pulsed upward without thought and Steves pushed
him back down. Loki caught his lip in his teeth.
That is, he breathed, and then Steve was peeling off another piece of wax, slow and deliberate,
leaving his skin cold where it pulled away. He felt his cock harden between his legs and rutted
upwards only to meet the fabric of Steves boxers.
"Remind me to tell you about Cupid and Psyche," Steve murmured, suddenly, and his thumb slid
down to Lokis navel. The muscles of his stomach quivered under that light touch, and he
imagined hot wax pooling underneath, down the slope of his stomach to the base of his cock.
Imagined Steve peeling that thin coating off sensitive skin and wanted to whimper.
The next touch, though, was Steves thumb tracing over the top of his thigh. Lokis breathing
quickened and his heart thudded hard against his rib cage, his legs falling open in shameless
invitation, shifting his hips to rub against the hard line of Steves cock inside his boxers. You
could always take those off, he murmured, and Steve made a hungry noise that he failed to stifle.
Loki let himself smirk, picturing the flush rising in Steves cheeks. Even if I cant see you-
Steves fingers slid to the inside of his thigh, his touch light but his hand felt so warm. Loki could
feel every callus on his palm, every minute-
His body bucked at the sudden burst of feeling as wax hit the hollow above his hipbone and he
gasped, sharply, and felt his cock fill, want quickly becoming more and more insistent.
"Nnh - now youre just-"
His voice broke off as Steves fingers slid up the inside of his thigh and then down over his balls,
twitching violently. His head dropped back and he could hear the harsh sound of his own
breathing, loud in his ears.
"Just what," Steve said, and sounded a little like he was trying not to smile. Loki would have
bared his teeth, but then another dribble of wax hit his skin just under his navel even as Steve
shifted his hand to roll his testicles in his palm and he pushed into that, panting. He couldnt tell if
the feeling was closer to pain or not. His body seemed to grow ever more sensitive, every little
touch whether or fingers or wax or even just a slight breeze from the window-
"Nnnh- Steve-" He meant to say something after that, perhaps a promise or a threat, but that died
in the little rub of Steves fingers under the base of his cock. Loki yearned to tear off his blindfold
and move, to grab Steves head and drag him into a kiss, to shove his own hand into
those infuriating boxers and stroke until Steve was making those faint little desperate noises.
He left his hands on the bed and settled for squirming helplessly. His cock was throbbing, his
whole body alive with nerves, and Steve just kept massaging that one place until his body and
cock both jumped with every push, and only then did his hand shift and wrap around Lokis cock
and squeeze.
A bolt fired through his body, and he thrust thoughtlessly into Steves grip, his own pre-come
slicking his flesh. He was breathing in short, harsh bursts, pulsing with it, rocking between hot and
cold. Steve began stroking him in slow, rhythmic motions, each pull of his hand drawing Loki
closer, closer-
His eyes snapped open behind the blindfold, entire body arching as Steves hand twisted even as
his other peeled the entire sheet of dried wax off of his hip in one clean motion.
Loki was startled at the force of his own climax, left blinking and wide eyed, his body humming,
exquisitely aware of every part of himself. His blood felt warm, his body loose, and if it wasnt the
limp complete nothing of pain-
Steve gathered him close, though the hard press of his erection against Lokis hip wasnt entirely
soothing. Well?
Loki hummed, quietly. He feltgood. His mind seemed quiet. As an alternative
"It might work," he allowed, and shifted to pull Steve closer, moving his body deliberately to
make him gasp. "But I think it needs another trial."
genderswapped sex
Chapter Notes
I was going to wait to post the last five chapters until I was sure I could get the next
installment up right away, but fuck that. I'm finishing this out.
Some latent body dysphoria issues this chapter.
Steve started more than a little when a - well, very lovely woman opened Lokis door at his
knock, a smile that was almost startlingly bright blooming across her face. Well, hello, she said,
her voice low and pleasant. Steve blinked, somewhat baffled, and her smile widened. Are you
just going to stand there, or?
How did you get up here, he was going to ask, or who are you, but when he met her eyes he
caught a slight glint there and started again in sudden recognition. Loki?
Lokis curtsy was as graceful as his bow. The one and only, Captain. Did you think Id invited
another here - perhaps to share our bed?
Steve half opened his mouth, then shook his head, feeling his face heat. I dont know what I
thought, he said, ruefully, and it was hard to keep from staring. Now that he knewhe could see
it in her eyes (who else had eyes quite that shade), in the sharp lines of her cheekbones and that
slightly too edged smile. She was - he was? - stunning, striking as he always was, just in a slightly
different way.
Loki stepped back and gestured - her hands elegant and slender, just a shade more than his would
have been. Well? Come in. Theres no need to wait out in the hallway.
Steve stepped inside, still feeling rather wrong-footed. Like he ought to be acting differently,
somehow. For some reason he hadntof course Loki was a shapeshifter, and in the myths once
or twice Steve supposed hed switched gender, and it was so clearly still Loki, but He cleared
his throat. Is there a reason why
"A reason?" Loki smiled at him, just a hint of danger in it. Her eyes were dancing, and Steves
stomach did a little flip, suddenly nervous all over again, like this was his first date and he was
going to start tripping over his feet. "Why, Captain. You forgot.
Steve shifted his weight to his other foot and cast his mind back, trying to think what could have
happened today that Loki was referring to. Forgot
"Why! On this date two years ago - perhaps near to this time, as well - I was spitting blood on the
floor of your very fine lobby, having narrowly escaped a fairly messy end in a dark corner of the
universe-"
Steve choked on that, a little. So this is an - an anniversary thing? Why? he wanted to ask,
followed perhaps more urgently by what kind of anniversary is that?
Loki turned and took a few steps toward Steve, gait somewhere between a prowl and something
else that made her hips roll in a very eyecatching way when she walked. He just stood there, a
little frozen, as she reached up and smoothed the collar of his shirt. Why not? She smiled, and
there was definitely a predatory edge to it that was entirely Loki even with softer, fuller lips. I
thought it might befun.
Steve took a breath and made himself focus. I like - I like the way you arenormally - just fine,
you know, he said, because something was making him faintly uncomfortable, even if he
couldnt pin it down. Loki frowned, though with those features it was slightly more of a pout.
"You dont like me like this?" Loki sidled a little closer, and Steves mouth felt a little dry. It was -
a different feeling, the way the curves of her body pushed into his space, smoothing some of the
edges of Lokis slender form.
"I do," Steve said quickly, "just" but he lost track of what he meant to say, Lokis hands sliding
up his chest. Her nails, he noticed, were painted. Dark green.
"Well then," she said, a low and - there was no other word for it, sultry murmur, and then her
fingers hooked into the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
It felt different, kissing Loki like this. His - her? - lips were fuller and softer, and her body pressed
against his wasnt the flat plane of muscle. He could still feel the latent strength under the skin, but
there was a thin layer of softer flesh in between. He was acutely aware of the way her breasts
pressed against his chest, and Steves hands fluttered, uncertain.
Loki moved quickly as ever, pulling back, hand tugging Steves head back by the hair, and leaned
down to suck hard at Steves throat. Are you going to get shy, Captain? she murmured, and that
low thrumming purr made his belly clench. Dont. Im not a lady.
Her teeth scraped over his throat and Steve heard himself make a faint nnh noise. His arms
slipped around Lokis waist and pulled her close, his hands sliding into thick, luscious black hair,
bringing her mouth back to his and drawing her into another kiss, this time far more sure. Loki
made a sharp, pleased noise and Steve felt a jolt in his groin. One of Lokis hands caught his wrist
and pulled it between them, guided his hand to the swell of one of her breasts. It fit comfortably
into the palm of his hand. He curled his fingers a little, not quite digging in.
"Ah-!"
Her body pulsed forward, pushing against his hand and her hips nudging against his, nudging
against his growing erection. One of her hands dropped and hooked into the waistband of his
pants, tugging him closer to grind her body harder against his.
Then she pulled back, and Steve felt his breathing hitch. The rich dark hair hed had his hands in
was disheveled, a flush high in sharp cheekbones, her lips kiss-reddened and full. It was her eyes,
though - the slightly wide, wild eyes that were all Loki - that Steve felt himself respond to, his
groin beginning to ache.
Then Loki reached behind her back and unzipped the fine black dress she was wearing - and
where had he found that? - and simply stepped out of it in one smooth motion, and Steve could
only stare. The graceful feminine curve of waist and hips, breasts only barely concealed by black
lace, and the triangle at the apex of her thighs-
She was stunning.
But it was just - even if his body was undoubtedly responding, it felt strange, something nagging
at him that he couldnt quite catch, and it flitted away all over again when Loki raised a hand and
crooked a finger.
He went without even thinking twice, and Lokis hands slid down to his hips and then around to
start undoing the catch of his pants, beginning to slide both them and his boxers off of his hips.
Im going to push you back on that couch, she said, and that voice just - did things. "And Im
going to ride you, my body full of your cock until you throw me back and just - uuunh Steve-"
Half on impulse, hed slipped his hand between them and between her legs, letting his fingers
tentatively explore unfamiliar territory of Lokis body, sliding in a sudden rush of wet heat as Loki
moaned. Encouraged, gratified, Steve probed further, stroking, feeling his way forward.
Loki moved fast and sudden, one hand yanking Steves shirt up so it was either let it be pulled off
or let it tear, and the other shoving him back with sudden, aggressive force. With his legs still
partially tangled in his pants, he half fell onto the couch with a startled sound and started to push
himself up, but Loki was already straddling him, fully naked now, hair loose and mussed around
her shoulders, hands braced on his stomach as she panted once, twice, mouth open.
"Like this," Loki said, "Im made to take you," and then she lifted her body, positioned herself
over Steves cock, and pushed down with a harsh gasp.
Steves eyes slammed closed, overwhelmed for a moment by the sudden snug, wet heat of Lokis
body like this, vastly different from otherwise, soft and slick and no resistance at all. Lokis back
arched and her fingernails dug into Steves stomach, but the thought popped into his head
suddenly that something about the way Loki moved seemed likea performance.
Except then Loki was moving, sliding up along his cock, and Steve forgot what hed been
thinking and made a sound a little like a whine. Loki laughed, breathlessly, and the sound was
sweet. How does that - nnnh - feel? he asked, and Steves hips bucked helplessly as Loki rolled
down against him, his body pulsing from warm to hot and back. Touch me-
Steves hand almost flew to between Lokis legs, seeking desperately for the right place to touch,
judging by the little gasps and moans.
Loki began to move in rhythm, slow, long thrusts, each one making Steves eyes slam closed and
then widen by terms, ears full of the sound of their bodies sliding together. His orgasm was
building but the pace was too slow and he just couldnt quite - couldnt quite-
"Loki," he gasped, "Just a little - just a little faster-"
"If you want it faster," Loki said, sounding like he was trying not to laugh, and the next thrust was
even slower. His whole body was shuddering and Steve bit the inside of his cheek, trying to push
himself over the edge even as his fingers worked frantically between Lokis legs, but it was no
use-
"Well?" Loki murmured, leaning down, forward, her hair draping like a curtain over Steves
chest. "Are you going to fuck me, or should I just keep"
Steve gave up and moved, grabbed Lokis legs and pushed, using the momentum of his body to
flip them over. Lokis legs locked around his waist and her teeth caught his shoulder in a
surprisingly hard bite, but he was already moving at his own pace, sliding his hands over the slight
curve of Lokis abdomen, up to her breasts, and at this angle suddenly Loki was gasping,
squirming with sudden need.
"Yes," Loki breathed into his shoulder, when she let up the bite, yes, ah- and then laved the
spot with his tongue as her body clenched around him.
Steve had meant to try to wait, but at the feeling of her pelvic muscles suddenly clamping down,
wet slick heat all around and grinding against him-
He came with a yell. Lokis legs locked harder around him, her hips still moving in little thrusts,
and Steve squeezed his eyes shut and focused on keeping breathing.
The haze ebbed away slowly, and he was left with Loki folded underneath him on the couch in a
way that hardly looked comfortable. Loki was still looking at him, though, but this time with a
strange expression.
It vanished the moment he noticed Steve looking, replaced by a lazy smile touched with more than
a little lust. Lokis eyes. But not quite his face.
Can you change back? Steve had the sudden urge to ask, but he didnt want to offend. Didnt
want Loki to thinkany one of the wrong ideas he might get.
So he just leaned in to kiss Loki. You didntcome, he said, after a moment.
Loki smiled. The smile was his, too, and sent a little thrill through Steve, melting away vague and
half formed worries. Well, she murmured, and ran her hands lightly up Steves back. Im sure
you can fix that.
rough, biting, scratch
Chapter Notes
This takes place somewhere in the middle of "Disarm."
In a dark crevice of the universe, Loki finally found a place to stop running. He curled up among
rocks and dust and closed his eyes, sliding quickly into exhausted sleep.
He opened his eyes what seemed like a blink later to find himself looking at Steve Rogers
crouched next to him on a barren planet between worlds. Well, he murmured, this is a
surprise. He pushed himself up, slowly, the protests of his body distant. Theyd nearly had him,
this time. Hed torn himself apart just getting away.
How much longer can you do this?
Steve Rogers just looked at him, expression impassive. His eyes registered, perhaps, slight
distaste. Loki fought the urge to smile and spread his hands.
"Id offer you better hospitality, but Im afraid"
"Be quiet," Rogers said suddenly, and his voice was strong and commanding. "Im done listening
to you talk when you never say anything."
He didnt mean to obey, but Lokis voice died in his throat. Why are you here, then, he wanted to
ask, even knowing that he wasnt, that none of this was real in the least. He made his mouth tip
toward a smile. What is it you want to hear, Captain?
"A surrender would be nice." The hard note in Rogers voice tickled along his nerves, and Loki
let his lazy smile spread further, shifted to reach one hand out to trail his fingers down one blue
sheathed thigh to feel the muscle tense underneath. Rogers caught his wrist, grip strong but not
painful. Loki felt his smile become a baring of teeth.
"Why did you come here?" Loki asked, the words sliding silkily off his tongue. He leaned in,
closer, half closed his eyes, hardly thinking about the note that slid into his voice. "Do you want
somethingfrom me?"
The blow to his face sent him sprawling, his head cracking against a rock hard enough to set off a
brief burst of stars behind his eyes. The point of a stone dug into his shoulder. What is this?
Rogers said, sounding almost incredulous. I help you once and you think - what? That
I like you? Rogers scoffed. And you said I disgust you.
Something clenched and twisted in his stomach, but Loki summoned back his smile, tilted his
head back. You could have let me die.
"I dont kill people," Rogers said flatly. "Not even you," and Loki had to laugh.
"It seems it wont matter," he said, almost breathlessly. "You were right, you know. I cant run
forever." He closed his eyes. Waited while the Captain drew close again.
And then struck. Reached up, knotted his fingers in that perfectly combed blond mop and dragged
his head down to kiss him, fierce and hard and reckless because it hardly mattered now, did it?
What he wasnt expecting was for that aggressive, almost attack of a kiss to be returned, to be
matched, and then it was Rogers pressing him back and claiming control, the grip on his wrist
tightening until he felt it in his bones. His teeth dug into Lokis lower lip and he went limp, his
body responding to the forceful, demanding
Rogers yanked away and Lokis hand slithered out of his hair. His eyes blazed when he was
angry, Loki noticed, his face flushed, and the heat in his body became more concentrated,
definite. What are you doing, some part of him thought vaguely. This isnt even
Then why not?
"Is that what you want?" Rogers said, his voice sharp, strident. He could command well. Loki had
observed as much, noted the way men jumped to obey his authority in a crisis. Loki wondered
what it would be like to command that kind of respect. Wondered what it would be like to kneel
under that firm hand and obey, if he could make himself obey. "Is that-
You didnt seem to mind, Loki said, almost breathless, full of shame, full of want. He let his
body arch, though, provocative and deliberate. Isnt it fun to let yourself be a little corrupted?
(That wasnt it, though. That wasnt-)
"Is that what you want?" Rogers sounded angry, now. He was beautiful in his anger, blazing and
righteous. "Is that," and Loki felt as though he were being pulled in by gravity, hooked his fingers
into Rogers ridiculous suit and tugged, tongue slipping out to brush over his lips.
Rogers moved in a surge of sheer raw power, his hands wrapped around both of Lokis wrists and
pinning them to the rocks, throwing him onto his back, and Loki couldnt hold back a gasp that
wasnt really surprise, his entire body going tense, heat flooding down to his groin. He arched
upward, half instinctive, and their bodies pressed together, for a split second. Long enough.
Rogers expression warped from disgust into surprise, and then his eyes narrowed. Loki tried to
control his features but could feel his eyes too wide and his heart pounding.
"You want me to hurt you? he said, his voice low, almost a growl. Is that what this is about?
Loki felt the urge to laugh welling up, hysterical and awful. Nothing that simple. I want you
to infect me. I want you to break me until I come out straight and clean and pure.
But this was his dream, and Rogers - Steve - leaned down and said, Youre lucky, because I
want to, and then bit down hard on the flesh of his neck.
It fired through his entire body in moments, like lightning, coursing through every nerve and down
to his loins where his cock was already half-hard. The Captain pushed him back against the rocks
until they dug painfully into his back, his neck, his wrists still pinned as well and he was laid out
like a sacrifice, blood pounding in his ears. A ragged sounding gasp escaped his throat, and his
pulse felt locked at the place where he was being bitten, centered in the pain.
When Rogers let up, the sound that escaped Lokis throat was very nearly a sob, and he wasnt
sure if it was relief or need. At some point his clothes had melted away, and he was sprawled
wholly naked underneath Captain America, bare, vulnerable, body throbbing.
"You disgust me," Rogers said, his eyes cold and implacable. Justice itself, unmoved but for the
arousal Loki could see within snug clothing. "Youre a hypocrite. A coward. Look at you out
here, running from everything." His hands squeezed on Lokis wrists, and Loki felt his cock give
an interested twitch. "And you want me to - what? Bring you in line?" He released Lokis wrists.
I should just leave you to rot.
"Should. You wont." Loki brought his hands up to the back of his suit, hooked his fingers, and
ripped down. The reinforced material came apart in his hands and he raked his nails down skin as
it went.
Rogers yelled at that, the sound echoing in the complete stillness, and then dropped his head and
bit Lokis shoulder hard enough that he felt skin break. He arched, grinding upwards as Rogers
body pressed down and their hips met.
Then Rogers had pulled away and was shoving him down, pulling off the remnants of his suit
until he was splendidly naked as well, the flush of anger spread down to his chest, his cock erect
and curving toward his stomach, and the thought flashed into Lokis mind that he wanted Steve to
grab a handful of his hair and shove his whole length into Lokis mouth, down his throat, to use
his face without thought or regard or care-
His chest heaved as he sucked in a breath. Please, he heard himself say, thin and almost
desperate.
"Turn over," Steve said, rough and firm but not cruel. He wouldnt be. Too righteous, too good to
be cruel even to someone like him, and Loki turned, canted his hips, closed his eyes, need
throbbing between his legs. This is why you keep coming back, he said, and this time it wasnt
a question. Because you want me to - fuck you into the straight and narrow? The word was
harsh in the Captains voice, and Lokis fingers clenched in rock and dust. Do you think I can
make you better?
Loki bared his teeth and breathed harshly through his nose. The hand on his back was warm and
sudden and - surprisingly light. If I can, Rogers said, quieter, then I guess its worth it.
He moved. Loki knew it was impossible, and it felt impossible, but Rogers cock still filled him in
one long and agonizing thrust, and it hurt like he was going to split open. The scream was pushed
out of him like the cock inside him left no room in his chest to hold it in, and his body clenched.
He gasped raggedly, tears filling his eyes, but his cock was almost aching and it was so
exquisitely, wonderfully good. His hands scrabbled for something to brace on and he found
something just in time for the second piston thrust of Steves hips, the drag of his cock in-out and
he could only make ah, ah, sorts of sounds. His palms scraped on rock, abrading the skin.
Behind him, Rogers was breathing hard. Lokis head was spinning. He needed it to stop. He
needed it to go on. He needed-
Rogers started to fuck him in earnest. Settling into a rhythm, each pulse out leaving his body
feeling empty and each thrust in filling him to the breaking point. He couldnt breathe, or else the
air wasnt reaching his lungs, and as his body slumped each rhythmic thrust dragged across his
prostate, growing ever more sensitive. He was going to come apart, here in the dark on a lifeless
moon being fucked by the star-spangled Avenger and that was exactly what he wanted.
He wanted Steve Rogers to hold him after while he shivered and assure him that it was going to
be just fine.
The pounding thrusts were becoming irregular, Loki realized, his body hardly registering the
change with the agony of nerves stretched thin between pain and pleasure. Rogers was making
faint sounds behind him, about to come. Loki could feel his body clenching tight where they met
even with the blazing fire that was his insides, abraded raw.
Steve Rogers came with a grunt, his fingers digging into Lokis hips, maybe hard enough to leave
bruises, and then one of those hot strong hands was groping down between his legs, wrapping
around his oversensitized cock-
His eyes snapped open and he was alone, squirming on empty ground, still throbbing with arousal
and panting desperately for breath.
Alone in the dark between worlds, and he stared up at the nothing-sky and wondered why he
hadnt realized it before.
You are a fool. A wretched, wretched fool.
But he wanted it, still. Knowing that Steve Rogers, Captain America, would never touch a thing
like him, would never sully his hands or his body with something like himself, he wanted it.
Wanted him. Wanted those hands on his skin, digging in, all that authority and assurance and
blazing rightness focused on him, so intense he might burn away.
Loki squeezed his eyes shut and loathed himself.
It was for that reason that he made himself reach down and open his breeches. That reason that he
took himself in hand, shame curdling low in his stomach to mingle with arousal. That reason that
he brought himself to completion, to spill his seed on dead ground with his eyes squeezed closed
and his mind full of the image of Steves hand guiding his.
You have nothing, he reminded himself, staring out into the dark. You will never have anything
else.
role playing
Steve woke up with Loki leaning over him and a glint in his eye that made butterflies flutter in his
stomach. The moment his eyes opened, a smile bloomed on Lokis face that was more than
slightly dangerous.
"Oh, good," he said, and there was something to his voice that made a shiver - not wholly
unpleasant - roll down Steves spine. "Youre awake."
"You know you couldve woken me any time," Steve said, rubbing his eyes. "Im not that deep
ais something going on? Youve got a look." Lokis smile widened, and Steve felt a little tingle
of uncertain nervousness.
"A look? Im sure I dont know what you mean." Loki bent his head and breathed lightly on
Steves lips. "Im just feeling a bitdangerous today.
It was hard to make himself tense and focus, and not to fixate on the way Lokis tongue flicked
out and brushed his lips. Dangerous? he asked, maybe a little nervously. What does that mea-
nnnh. Loki nipped sharply at the thin skin under his ear, and Steve squeezed his eyes shut.
Loki
"Im deliberately distracting you," Loki murmured, and drew a little swirl with his tongue on
Steves neck. "And I daresay I can tell you that and it wont matter, because I will still be able to
render you unable to focus on anything other than my mouth on your skin and my voice in your
ear."
Steve felt himself shiver and gave Lokis shoulders a little shove. Hey, whats going on? and
oh. That smile was - suddenly edged and a little bit frightening but the way it brought out Lokis
features was
"I told you," Loki said, eyes just a hair too bright. "Im feeling dangerous. Let me" he trailed
off, and his smile faded, slightly. "Its a game. Do you understand? You can stop it at any time.
Sometimes"
Steve frowned. Whats a game?
"I am. This is." There was that tone to Lokis voice again, sliding in subtly at first. "A tame wolf is
still a wolf, captain." He leaned down again, his teeth scraping along the side of Steves throat,
and he gasped, hands going to Lokis waist. "You hold a thin leash."
"I dont," Steve started to protest, and then with a jolt realized where he recognized that tone of
voice from, and stiffened. "wait. Loki" Loki fell still, and Steve felt an immense rush of
relief. Can youtell me whats going on?
Loki made a strange sound, and his body quivered, suddenly, under Steves hands. Not clearly,
he said, after a moment. I feelits too much. Sometimes Steve heard him take two quick,
shallow breaths, and Steve felt a spike of worry. Its a game, Loki had said. Just a game.
He exhaled, slowly. All right, he said, finally, and tension flowed out of Lokis body that he
hadnt realized was there.
"Dont worry," Loki said, a moment later, and Steve just managed to feel a little ashamed at the
way that tone that was very near to the same hed used standing over a crowd in Germany made
his skin prickle pleasantly. "I wont hurt you. I would never, and Steve shivered, just a little,
his skin prickle pleasantly. "I wont hurt you. I would never, and Steve shivered, just a little,
suddenly acutely aware of his position, on his back with Loki stretched out over him. It wasnt
a bad awareness, just-
He started with a little yelp when Loki bit down on his shoulder, just hard enough that it would
leave an ache behind. It would be a crime to damage something so beautiful. And I do appreciate
beauty. Lokis hands slid down his arms and took his wrists, pinned them over Steves head with
almost terrifying ease. Steve licked his lips and swallowed.
"Is that all?" he said, summoning his voice. It wobbled a little; the second try was better. "You
think you can just seduce me and I wont say anything about it?" He felt unbearably foolish, for a
moment, and Loki tensed, and then he made a sound like a breathless laugh.
"Oh, darling," he purred, just as Steve was about to apologize. "I think I already seduced you, and
you didnt say a thing." His body shifted, undulating against Steves. "Except maybe to ask me for
more," Loki added, almost as an afterthought, and Steve felt his face heat. Before he could think
of an appropriate reply, though, Lokis mouth fastened under his jaw and sucked with almost
vicious intensity.
"Nnnaaah-" Steves body arched almost helplessly, pushing up against Lokis, his whole body
answering the tug at his neck. It was going to bruise for certain, leave a livid mark and an ache
that would last and the thought made blood rush to his groin.
When Loki let up it was only to lick lines down Steves neck, a little at a time, until he was tracing
Steves collarbone with his tongue. I think you like a little wickedness, Loki murmured, and
Steve resisted the urge to squirm at the way his voice seemed to reach right down into him and
touch his very core. A little danger. Why else would you take up with me in the first place?
Steve felt a twinge and wanted suddenly to object, but then Loki hummed into his skin and he lost
the thought. Knowing all the risks
This was important, though, and Steve pushed the words out. Because I know you can be
better!
He felt Loki stiffen, but only for a moment, and then he laughed and his hands slid away from
Steves wrists. He couldnt move them, though, Steve realized, and felt a rush of mingled arousal
and just a touch of nerves. It was so easy to forget sometimes how powerful Loki was but he was
still
"Better than what?" Loki said, with that playful, dangerous amusement Steve remembered from
their earliest days, and then his fingers were sliding down over Steves chest, following the center
line of his body. "Ive been good enough for you, havent I?" He bent his head and slid down a
little, lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue against the bud of one of Steves nipples. "Perhaps
a little convincing?"
Steve sucked in a breath. Im not that corruptible, he said, sweating, still feeling self-conscious.
"Really? Because you look fairly corrupted to me." Lokis voice, that silky almost purr, was like a
hand reaching between his legs and stroking him, and Steve slammed his eyes shut as Lokis lips
fastened around his nipple, tongue swirling around sensitive skin, his hand resting tantalizingly
close to Steves erection. He tried to jerk his hands almost instinctively, wanting to twine his
fingers in Lokis hair, but his hands didnt budge despite the fact that he couldnt feel anything
holding them. Like putty, and all Steve could think was that it was a damn good thing he hadnt
had this kind of reaction to Lokis voice the first time around. He made his eyes open, wanting to
see Loki - and also trying to summon a look of (patently false) defiance.
"Nnh - just because you can wind me up doesnt mean-"
"Doesnt mean anything? Mmm. You might wait to say that. Ive heard I have a very
convincingtongue." Loki smirked, that dangerous and - god, beautiful, expression, and then he
slid fluidly down Steves body and slid his lips over just the head of Steves cock, tongue
stiffening to probe directly at his slit.
Steve almost felt his eyes roll back before they closed again. He heard himself make a sound like a
yelp and his whole body jumped like a shock had gone through him. Loki was already moving
on, though, his mouth sliding down, tongue lifting and licking over the underside of his cock
interspersed with gentle tugs of suction. Lokis hair brushed his stomach and one of his hands slid
back to play with his balls. Almost before Steve knew it he was panting and rocking up into
Lokis mouth, forgetting his uncertainty in waves of pleasure. Loki, he breathed. Thats - aah-
Whatever was holding his hands released, suddenly, and he moved his hands at once to Lokis
hair, ran his fingers into the silky strands and let Lokis lips and mouth and tongue guide him over
the edge.
Loki pulled off of him slowly, tongue swiping him clean, and Steve moved quickly, keeping one
hand in his hair but using his body and a hand on Lokis shoulder to flip them over and put Loki
on his back. Steve planted both hands on his shoulders and held him there, straddling his waist.
Lokis eyes had gone wide, and he caught a flash of anger that startled him and almost made him
pull away.
"Ha," Steve said, and tried to make his expression fierce. "Whos got the upper hand now?" He
felt foolish the moment the words were out, but then Lokis eyes narrowed, the gleam back in
them.
"You think you can win against me?
"I think," Steve said, "that I just might."
Just a game. He took a deep breath.
with food
Even though he was expecting it, Steve startled a little at the sudden cold on his stomach. That
tickles, he remarked, not in complaint, and Loki made a quiet little laugh.
"Hmm. Does it?" Lokis tongue felt startlingly warm in contrast as he lapped up the small dollop
of whipped cream, finishing with a little flick of his tongue, and then lifted his head, mouth curved
into a smile. Steve wondered if he was aware of the warmth in his eyes and the way it lit his
whole face.
"A little bit," Steve allowed.
"Not too much, I hope." Loki shook the canister in his left hand - there was still something
strangely incongruous about that - and squeezed a white line down his sternum. Steve shivered a
little, even though the whipped cream warmed quickly on his skin and a moment later Loki was
licking it away, tongue leaving successive warm, wet stripes on his skin that made his nerves
prickle. Steves hands came up and landed on Lokis shoulders, fingers flexing a little into muscle,
enjoying the way it rippled under his fingers.
"Not too much, no," he said, his voice sounding a little breathless. He could feel Loki smile on his
skin.
"I love," he murmured, his voice a quiet vibration, "the way you react to me. How your body
quivers under my mouth, your breathing catching in your chest"
Steve made a faint sound, almost helpless, and shifted. How do you do that, he asked, not quite
in protest, and Loki laughed softly and swiped the last bit of whipped cream off his chest with a
deft little swirl of his tongue.
"Its a gift," he murmured, and shook the canister again. "If we had a bit more of thisId be
tempted to cover you in it and lick your entire body clean."
Steve shivered delightedly and ran his hands over Lokis shoulders to slide down his back. It was
almost flawlessly smooth skin under his palms, slightly cool and silky to the touch.
"I dont know how you makeeverything sound so delightful," Loki smiled down at him.
"Thats likely a gift as well." Loki turned the canister and sprayed a little dollop on his fingers,
then lifted them to his mouth and sucked them in in a way that made Steves stomach tighten. He
hummed, a pleased sound that made Steves cock twitch with interest, vague arousal sharpening to
something more definite. Steve groaned.
"Its just not fair," he complained, without much sincerity at all. Loki gave him an arch look as he
drew his fingers out of his mouth, resting them lightly on his lips.
"I could always stop," he said. Steve could see the corners of his mouth twitching and made an
exasperated noise, pulling Loki down against him in one quick movement and fastening his lips to
his long, pale neck. Lokis head dropped back with a pleased sound. After only a few moments,
though, Loki laid a hand on the center of his chest and pushed down.
"Im not done yet," he said, almost chidingly. "Dont get impatient, love." Steve started a little at
how casually that word slipped off of Lokis tongue, even if he knew it was likely just an
endearment. He let his hands slide up and run into Lokis hair, though, the way Loki tipped his
head back and half closed his eyes in apparent bliss making his body warm.
head back and half closed his eyes in apparent bliss making his body warm.
He yelped as Lokis clever fingers caught one of his nipples and rolled the bud between thumb
and forefinger, his expression back to intent with an edge of playfulness that was a little
intoxicating to see. Steve let his eyes wander down over his body, over his lean chest to where he
was straddling Steves torso, gaze drawn to the length of Lokis cock half hard between his legs.
His hands twitched with the desire to touch.
Lokis eyes followed his gaze and he tipped his head back, smile blooming as he reached his own
free hand down and stroked himself, hand moving almost roughly, his breathing quickening just a
notch. It occurs to me, he murmured, that Ive never done this - never just had you watch.
Would you like that?
Steve expelled a sharp breath and bucked upwards sharply enough that Loki had to release his
cock to catch himself from falling, and Steve replaced Lokis hand with his own, delighting in the
way Loki jerked above him with a gasp as hot flesh filled his palm. Im more of a hands-on guy,
Steve said, ignoring the way his face tried to heat up. Loki let out a breathless laugh.
"So it would - nnh - seem." Loki reached for Steves other arm and pulled it up with one hand,
sprayed a line of whipped cream down the underside of his forearm into the palm of his hand with
the other, and twisted his head to start licking it off, his hips moving in little pulses against Steves
palm. He slid his hand up and swiped over the head of Lokis cock to gain a little moisture,
swirled his thumb in a circle over the tip to hear Loki gasp, his back arching. He knew Lokis
body now, the things he reacted to, and he was fairly sure he was never going to get tired of being
able to get him to react like that.
Lokis tongue laved wet and warm over a sensitive place on the underside of his wrist, drawing
little figure eights through the cold of the melting cream, and Steves body jumped. A moment
later he sucked at Steves wrist, his eyes closed and body arched.
"That feels - hnn, thats-" Steve groped for words, and then lost them as Loki licked up his palm
and sucked two of Steves fingers into his mouth, bit down lightly, tongue moving in little
fluttering swirls and Steve could almost imagine how that would feel on his cock and he squirmed,
arousal hardening into a low pulse of need in his loins. Loki hummed onto his fingers and Steves
whole body jerked, and then Loki pulled away entirely, sliding out of Steves slackened hand and
back to straddle his thighs. A sound of protest escaped him before he could stop it. He felt almost
too warm, volatile.
"You must forgive me for the cliche," Loki murmured, and Steve focused on his face with some
effort and almost regretted it. With his lips glistening and slightly reddened and his eyes full of
heavy-lidded lust, it just made the ache in his groin worse. "But you do lookdelicious." His
hands slid down to Steves thighs, his thumbs sliding between to urge his legs apart. Steve
obliged, closing his eyes for the moment of rearranging their bodies so Loki could fit between his
legs, trying to even out his breathing.
Loki gave him one last sly grin, and then slid down, one hand on Steves hips, the other-
Hed almost forgotten the whipped cream.
The sudden burst of light cold on his balls pulled a yell from him and his whole body jerked taut.
He jerked partially upright, heard the silvery sound of Lokis laugh and then his warm, wet mouth
in sharp contrast to the cold. The pad of Lokis thumb pressed little circles against the base of his
cock but Steve hardly felt it, his senses occupied by the feeling of Loki sucking at his balls, his
tongue slipping out to lave sensitive skin, his body straining to contain his need. He dropped
helplessly back to the bed, hands clenching in the sheets, his hips pushing up into Lokis roaming
mouth.
Aah- Loki had touched him like this before, wrapped his fingers around Steves testicles and
rolled them in his palm, but this kind of thorough exploration, and the difference between fingers
and mouth, and the eager way Lokis tongue roamed over skin-
He could feel his orgasm building, and then Loki sucked the last little spot of dwindling cold away
and made a low, delighted sound of pure satisfaction, and between that noise (almost obscene) and
the vibration it sent through his body-
His body seized up again, arching off the bed as he came, teeth catching on his own lip as his
teeth clicked together, sucking air through his nose that didnt quite seem to reach his lungs. Loki
slid up and wrapped his hand around Steves shaft, stroking him through each pulse.
When he dropped back to the bed, he was still breathing a little too hard, and he could only widen
his eyes as Loki lifted his come-spattered hand to his mouth and licked spend off with the same
meticulous care hed given the whipped cream.
Steve felt an empty, futile spasm of arousal clench in his stomach, already wanting again, before
his body had fully settled.
Loki lowered his hand, and Steve took a few more deep breaths and then rested his hands on his
thighs, let his thumbs move in a semi-circular stroking motion. Loki raised his eyebrows.
Hmm?
I was just thinking, Steve said, and smiled, just a little. He let one of his hands slide in to brush
his fingers around the base of Lokis erection. Is there more of that stuff?
Lokis eyes darkened, and his lips curved as Steve felt his cock give a twitch. You know, he
murmured, there just might be. Perhaps you should check.
Steve felt his smile broaden, the tightness in his stomach easing to a pleasant warmth. I think I
will.
whatever pleases you
Chapter Notes
This one takes place after the forthcoming installment, but as it was written before the
actual fic was completed, I feel okay about putting it up now. If you want strict
chronology, though, I suggest waiting on this chapter until the fic appears (which
should be soon-ish).
Steve had been all doubts when Loki had first proposed the idea - Im not sure, dubiously, it
doesnt sound, but the look in his eyes as he sat up suggested that he had, perhaps, changed his
mind. One of his hands rested lightly on Lokis hip as he surveyed his work.
"There," he said, the firm satisfaction making Loki want to smile. He held it in. Loki shifted and
pulled, but this time the restraints didnt give. His wrists were each bound to the opposite elbow,
arms tied to the bedframe, and if the bindings were soft on his skin his movement was limited
enough that it would be difficult to tear them. Loki flexed his hands, and caught Steve watching
the movement, his satisfaction shifting toward nervousness. "Its not too tight, is it?"
Loki let his head fall back and smiled, deliberately arching his body slightly and watching the way
Steves eyes slipped down to his neck. Im quite comfortable. Are you just going to look?
"I dont see anything wrong with taking a moment to admire," Steve said, his hand on Lokis hip
shifting so his thumb traced the diagonal slant of his pelvis. Lokis breath snagged and he let his
eyes drift closed, his hands twitching. Hed stripped bare before Steve had started binding him,
and he was suddenly acutely aware of the feeling of vulnerability, of exposure.
The last time hed been naked and restrained-
Loki pushed intruding memories away, but Steve had fallen still. Loki? His voice was low,
quiet. A faint thrum of worry underneath. None of this is real, a voice whispered at the back of his
mind, but he pushed that down as well.
"Kiss me," he said. Demanded. Steves hand slid up his side, over his ribs.
"Bossy," Steve said, maybe a little too deliberately light. "Youre always teasing me. Maybe now
I should Loki opened his eyes just a fraction of a second before he moved, kissing the side of
Lokis neck where it met his shoulder, open-mouthed and wet, one hand stroking up and down
Lokis side. His hands jerked to move into his hair, and stopped short. He didnt quite manage to
stifle a frustrated noise.
Steve lifted his head and smiled, the expression a little more sure. Oh, he said. I didnt think
aboutthis means I can justyou wont be able to distract me from making you feel everything I
want to make you feel.
Loki felt himself stiffen, his breath snagging. Something almost like panic fluttered wildly in his
chest, but then Steve dropped his mouth again, fastened his lips to Lokis bared throat and sucked
in slow, firm tugs, each drawing blood up to the surface of his skin, each pull answered down
between his legs. He tugged against the bonds again, but they didnt give. His heart was starting to
pound, and-
Steves hands slid up and wrapped around his biceps. Let it go, he said lowly, and Loki fell
perfectly still. Trust me. His body was close and warm over Lokis, not quite pressing down
against him. Let me - take care of you.
Let it go. His thoughts shifted, realigned. Youre helpless. Theres nothing you can do but ride it.
He felt suddenly, perfectly weightless. A gasp slipped from between his lips, and Steves hands
tightened on his arms as Lokis eyes opened wide. He looked up into Steves vivid stare.
Let it go. "Steve," he said, and his voice sounded strange to him, but whatever Steve heard in it
made Steve shift and stretch out over him, his mouth covering Lokis and kissing him with the
kind of fierce warmth that was so overwhelming. His body moved against Lokis and Loki
wrapped one leg over his hip, rubbed his hardening cock against the rasp of Steves clothing, his
breathing starting to hitch and turn ragged. He felt light, free, almost giddy, the only thing holding
him down the pressure of cloth ties on his arms. Keeping him grounded. Helpless. Free.
Steve pulled back, and his pupils were dilated wide, his cheeks flushed. You look beautiful, he
said, in a rush. The look in your eyes-
He moved again, slid down Lokis body and wrapped his lips around one of Lokis nipples
already hard with anticipation. The warmth of his mouth, the flick of his tongue felt amplified,
every sensation coursing through his body. Loki panted twice, twitching, his whole body a
throbbing pulse.
Steve drew back in a sudden movement and dragged off his shirt only to return a moment later, his
mouth roaming across Lokis chest, hands exploring what his mouth didnt touch, and it was too
much, intoxicating, but he couldnt stop, didnt want it to stop. Steve kissed a line down his
sternum and Lokis hips pushed up almost thoughtlessly, desire knotting in his stomach and he
was hardly certain what for. Steves hands ran up his sides and Loki felt his muscles quiver
underneath.
You dont need to be in control. Not right now.
He took a gasping breath. Steve, he exhaled. Take the rest of your clothes off and slide your
cock into me, I want- He spread his legs, pushed his hips upward. Fuck me.
"I will," Steve said, and he pulled back, moving to shuck his pants. "But not hard, or fast. Just -
slow. So you can feel every thrust at the pace I set. He blinked rapidly, stomach turning a flip,
eager and fearful, and he thought he might have let out a whimper. And you cant change that,
you just have to take it and know that its because I want you to feel good. He didnt hear Steve
shift to pull out the lube, or the sound of it opening, just felt the wet on Steves finger as it slid
back behind his balls and found his asshole. His hips arched, helplessly, and he heard Steves
breathing stagger. Because you deserve to be taken care of, Steve said, almost a whisper, and
pushed just the tip of his finger into Lokis body.
He arched off the bed with a sharp sound, his body opening around the single digit easily. Steves
other hand slipped under his ass and held him up off the bed as he eased the single finger in. His
shoulders strained as his arms flexed, his hands clenching and unclenching. He could feel himself
coming undone, his cock throbbing, and hed hardly been touched.
Steve worked the second finger in slowly, and Loki made a ragged and involuntary sound as the
pads of his fingers rubbed across his prostate, sending pleasure spiking higher. He swallowed
hard, his shoulders starting to ache and strain but the feeling was almost pleasant, a reminder. He
only just felt the added stretch and burn of the third finger sliding in against the other two,
occupied with the way Steves cock bumped against his own, the way his body throbbed with
sensation and something more intense-
Steve drew his fingers out and shifted, lined his cock up. Loki could just feel the nudge of the
head and splayed his body wider open, sucking in breaths.
The way Steve pushed into him was excruciatingly slow. A moan dragged across Lokis throat,
he could feel every inch sliding against his insides, the way his body gave way for the pressure of
Steves cock opening him up, leaving his body splayed open, tied down, immobile between the
hard, warm shaft pushed into his body and the bonds holding him to the bed frame. He panted,
helpless, eyes wide as he blinked at the ceiling, hips moving in little pulses.
Aaaah," he exhaled. Steve moved in a slow, shallow thrust and for a moment Loki thought he
would burst, feeling building up and cresting and ebbing.
"Thats it," Steve said, though his voice sounded shaky now, too. "Just" Loki wasnt going to
last long at all. His cock jutted out, steel-hard and thought rapidly being subsumed by need. Steve
moved again, as promised, this thrust longer but just as slow, and then again, need building and
building.
"Steve!" Loki cried, and he felt the quiver of Steves body over him.
"Just feel it," Steve said. "Just feel it and let go," and his body moved in one more long, slow,
thrust, deeper than before, his fingers curling gently around Lokis cock.
He was gone. His eyes slammed shut and orgasm shuddered through him, and he was
overwhelmed, almost swept away, but it truly felt like release.
He wrapped his legs around Steves hips to keep his cock inside him, his hips rocking to pull
Steve over the edge as well, until it was just the two of them, tangled together in the fading
afterglow.
Steve pressed his face to the crook of Lokis neck and took a deep breath. A single thought could
have unlaced his hands and left them free, but he left them as they were. His nerves hummed
quietly.
Loki closed his eyes, and let this be. Folded this moment in his memory and froze it in amber,
tucked it safely away among his lifelines.
Something to hold on to.
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