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ηʹ → ( 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 ) un; ghostking

[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]

Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.

[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]

This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.

[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]

Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?

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More than, it was lovely. Did you want to watch another movie?

[ Hocus Pocus is done, it seems. Loki isn't entirely sure what to do with Nico when they are alone like this, acquiescing to whatever the young man pleases. ]

[ nico considers the question for a few seconds, eyes on loki, searching verdant green. eventually, he comes to a decision, lurching forward to kiss loki again, if he'll allow it. ]

[ Allowed and encouraged with a nibble to those hesitant lips, he wraps an arm around Nico's waist and draws him closer on his lap. Loki brushes along a jawline and peppers it with kisses, soft and light as he laughs under his breath. ]

[ still a beetroot, nico encourages the hold on his waist and the spot in loki's lap by wiggling a little. and as loki kisses along his jaw, nico sucks in small gasps of air. his fingers find the edges of loki's shirt and tug lightly, wanting to see that toned chest again. ]

[ Those scant touches around his midriff have him giggling against Nico's skin, nosing his way to a chin which he pecks next. ]

Are you looking for something?

[ Those desperate little inhales don't go unnoticed. Sinking his fingers into Nico's hair to tug at those curls, he peers at him with a quirked brow. ]

[ a tiny bit breathless, nico looks up at loki, nervous. ]

I want to see you. I want to... to...

[ Luckily for Nico, Silvertongue knows the value of the absence of words, too, and he pets Nico's hair to calm him. ]

Alright, go on then.

[ His hand finds Nico's and guides it to lift his tshirt, a fond look bent on the Greek throughout. ]

[ as the shirt is pulled off, nico sucks in another breath, flattening his palms against loki's chest. the godling is smooth, smoother than anyone nico's ever met ( granted, he's not been in this kind of position before ), and it takes his breath away. smoothing his hands down, he leans forward to kiss loki again. ]

[ Without the fur the sensation is dulled but still pleasant, knowing he's a little oddly put together; apparently hair wasn't a thing Billy added to the mix when they were revamping the body and Loki is smoother than most, pale with pink nipples that match his kissed lips. He lets Nico explore, catching the kiss and licking his way into heat, sucking on a hot tongue to see how familiar Nico is with making out.

Loki would guess not very, but it's more fun to find out this way. He's certainly lean and buff enough to make the needy Necromancer happy, so at least there's that. ]

[ the way loki sucks on his tongue prompts a low, quiet moan out of nico, the noise startling him a little, but he doesn't pull away. instead, he presses closer, drinking in the godling as he lets his fingers drag over smooth skin. nico's inexperienced, yes, but he has a vague idea of how this goes having tested his own needs out and knowing that nipples can be sensitive, he tentatively trails his sword-callused fingertips across both of loki's, wondering what reaction he'll get. ]

[ Loki squirms reflexively, hips pushing back into the couch where he lies trapped beneath Nico's weight and intrepid hands. The messy kiss breaks on a low groan of his own, one arm around Nico and a hand squeezing a thigh. ]

What do you want here? Second base, third base ... ?

[ breathless, nico pulls away. there's color in his high, italian cheeks and a question in his eyes. ]

Base? [ he's not sure what loki means, but can guess. ] I don't care, I just... really like kissing you. Do you- Is this okay? I don't even know if you, you know. [ like him in that regard. ]

[ That's plenty adorable. Drawing Nico in with the hand in his hair, Loki murmurs over those pretty lips with his voice lower than usual, a purr better suited to the fox. ]

I wouldn't mind your mouth painting me with more kisses.

[ that just pulls a shiver from nico, making him swallow hard as he shifts again in loki's lap. a purr like that is dangerous and nico is well aware of the situation he's put himself in, but part of him doesn't care. he really likes loki. has since they met. so he looks at loki through his lashes, licking his lips. ]

Please do.

Oh, no. You do the lion's share, intrepid as you are.

[ The hand in Nico's hair exerts enough pressure to guide him to Loki's chest where he wants that worship. ]

Go ahead, Nico. I'm waiting.

Oh-!.

[ nico catches on quickly, mouth descending to a pretty, pink nipple and latching on there with lips and tongue bathing the nub in saliva. he sucks too, not entirely sure what loki likes, but figures he'll give it a try anyway. ]

Ah-hhh ...

[ That's nice, it's kittenish and cute and everything so far already has him semi-hard, the look of Nico lavishing him with affection has Loki stretching to widen his knees, Nico bumped on his lap. Fair turnabout is only right, so he runs a cool, soft sorcerer's palm under Nico's shirt to seek out his skin and the indents of his ribs, lured by the heat of his body.

Pleasure has Loki tensing, abs hard between moments. ]

Lower, now.

[ looking back up at loki for a second, he decides to go with the order. loki must be more experienced with this than he is, and nico is the type that wants to please, so he scoots a little in loki's lap, mouthing his way down along hard abs and smooth skin. every once in a while, he stops to suck a bruise into the skin that immediately fades. each time he does, he makes a thoughtful hum.

loki has no treasure trail like he does, but nico is clever enough to let his fingers find the path downward anyway. ]

[ Loki pets Nico's hair as he goes, half-watching and half-napping in a zen state of subdued arousal. He scratches at Nico's side when those wandering hands drift south, trying to get his attention. ]

Nico, really, what do you want?

[ Before he gives Loki bluer balls than his Jotun form. ]

[ looking up at loki again, nico weighs his options. his mouth is still close enough to loki's skin that when he speaks, warm air gusts. ]

You?

[ he asks it tentatively because he's not sure if loki wants him. ]

... Keep on, then.

[ He swallows as that warm breath touches his skin, more than willing to be a tutor in the ways of making-out if Nico is so eager. ]

Try whatever you want.

[ grinning, nico shifts up to kiss loki again, this time with a bit more desire and passion as his fingers find the seat of loki's pants and carefully squeeze the bulge he finds there. he feels a thrill knowing he got loki like this and grinds himself down on loki's leg, revealing his own want. ]

Mmm ...

[ He laps up every inch of Nico's kisses, stealing nips and licks that go harder and deeper than before, a groan pouring into the necromancer's mouth when Nico paws at Loki's trapped, growing cock. Which Nico helps with, certainly. Loki isn't a 'not to be outdone' type of person and he goes along with whatever Nico wants, as promised, revelling in being manhandled with arching hips. ]

You're cute, Neeks ...

[ as loki arches up, nico presses down, his own hips still grinding against loki's leg in hopes of relieving some of the need he feels as his own cock begins leaking in his pants. heat flares through him and he wants more. so much more. his fingers continue working loki through the cloth of his pants, squeezing now and then and he gasps openly into loki's mouth, tongue lapping at the godling's. ]

Gods... [ a little whine. nico feels hot all over and it's good. ]

Present.

[ Warm chuckles between their lips interrupt the lazy kisses as Loki cracks open an eye. Slowly, with a lingering hunger, he runs a caress around Nico's waist and lower to drag him in by the ass, assisting him in turning that grinding into a firm rhythm. His own cock is a rigid line in his jeans but it concerns him far less than turning Nico into a living human whine. ]

More? Skin on skin? Talk to me, Nico.

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