ηʹ → ( 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 ) un; ghostking

[deathkid]

[ 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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[deathkid]

[ 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. ]

[ikols]

[ 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 ... ?

[deathkid]

[ 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. ]

[ikols]

[ 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.

[deathkid]

[ 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.

[ikols]

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.

[deathkid]

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. ]

[ikols]

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.

[deathkid]

[ 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. ]

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[deathkid]

[ 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. ]

[ikols]

... 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.

[deathkid]

[ 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. ]

[ikols]

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 ...

[deathkid]

[ 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. ]

[ikols]

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.

[deathkid]

[ the sheer idea of being naked for loki, of being pressed against him, skin on skin, sends a spark through nico that prompts another whine. at that moment, he wants nothing more. ]

Gods, yes. Will you- Would you- Gods, I want everything.

[ikols]

Nico. [ The hand in curly black hair slides down to cup Nico's cheek and urge him to look at Loki, who is intent and firm. ] I need specifics.

[ He hurts people easily in most areas, one way or another. This shouldn't be an area that harbours blame at a later date. ]

I need you to support me too, be my reassurance. Tell me what you want.

[deathkid]

[ that hand on his cheek stills him and he meets loki's eyes. what does he want? this is his first time doing anything like this and he's not entirely sure. but he knows one thing: he's hard, incredibly aroused, and willing for more, if loki will provide it. he still wonders how much loki wants out of this, how loki feels, but he tries to push that from his mind as he runs a hand down loki's firm chest. after a few seconds, he comes to a decision. ]

I want to know what it's like. I want to feel you. Would you... Would you take me?

[ikols]

[ ... Well, then. That sure is an answer that leaves a lot of options, which he's thankful for because he doubts Nico is actually ready for a down-and-dirty fast fuck on Stephen Strange's couch.

He also doesn't think Nico will last that long. ]

I can work with that.

[ Deft fingers skate around the front of Nico's pants to slip past the fastenings and any underwear, palming the trapped cock beneath. Loki's hand is soft-skinned from spellwork but his grip is that of a swordmaster, never letting Nico's length slip free or escape for a moment with each stroke. ]

[deathkid]

[ loki's probably right about him not lasting long. for one thing, nico rarely jerks off, and when he does, it's fast and quick. an almost shameful, messy enterprise. for another, loki's hand is just the right kind of stimulation that has nico crying out as soon as those skillful fingers wrap around him. he trembles, biting down on his lip to try and keep from being too noisy and with each upward stroke, he whines, breathless and eager.

eager enough to reach for loki's clothed cock again. nico doesn't want to be the only one getting pleasure out of this, so he makes quick work of whatever fastens there are on loki's pants and slips his own hand inside. he marvels at the length and thickness of loki ( of course, he's a god, he thinks ) and shyly runs his thumb over the tip, thinking about what gets him off. ]

Styx! [ his head tosses back when loki's fingers drag at his sensitive foreskin. ] Oh- Oh, that's... mmm...

[ikols]

[ A laboured, even exhale is what Nico earns when he touches Loki, the godling longer by a couple of inches and definitely thicker, even though he will never be as, ah, impressive as some Norse siblings. Loki keeps Nico as his focus, quick to tease that soft foreskin by stretching it up and down, trying to get Nico hard enough to fill out all the way.

A whispered spell slicks his palm just enough. ]

[deathkid]

[ the sudden slickness does the trick, pulling another noise from him as he jerks his hips up into loki's hand. his own fingers tighten around loki, hoping not to chafe without the magical lube that loki's using on him and he only pauses long enough to bring his hand to his mouth and lick along stripe on his palm to make jerking loki off a little more slippery. ]

[ikols]

Very good, you're a quick learner. [ Loki tilts his chin down and licks the same path he did as when a fox, sucking his way down to Nico's collar while his pretty lover dances on his lap. ] Although, there's an easier way ...

[ Such as when Loki arches up and drags Nico's erection against his own, grinding into his own fist as it surrounds the pair of them in tight wet heat, huffing his approval as some of the slick transfers over. He bites his lip, lashes fluttering as he ruts along the solid weight of arousal. ]

Ahhh ...

[deathkid]

[ a full bodied tremble passes through nico as their cocks meet, rubbing against each other. loki's hand is large enough to wrap around them both and the feel of the godling's erection throbbing against his does strange things to nico's head. coupled with the nips and licks to his sensitive collarbone, nico is soon a whining mess atop loki's lap. and now, with his hands free, he settles his fingers in loki's hair, one at the back of his neck as he rides the sensations. ]

Oh gods, oh... gods. Loki-