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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[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-

[ikols]

[ Nico cedes control so easily and trusts Loki with such freedom that the godling smiles against rose-bitten skin on a neck, laving over a pulse again and again. His own breathing quickens with the pace of his hand and his voice becomes a low undercurrent, rumbling against Nico's skin. ]

I want you to put a hand on me, place it on my chest which you've been coveting all night. Right where you want to come, Nico, where you want me to jerk you off and mess me up, touch me and don't stop.

[deathkid]

[ if the hand on his cock wasn't enough to get him whining, the way loki speaks to him does. his hand at the back of loki's neck drags down, trailing callused fingers across smooth, hairless skin, and he keens when he feels loki's heartbeat under his palm. there, he thinks. he wants to have that heart, covets it as much as he covets loki's firm, toned chest. as much as he covets the rest of the godling. ]

I'm- I'm so close. [ whimpered as his hips jerk a little. ]

[ikols]

That's it, of course you are, because you're such a good boy ...

[ His heartbeat trips twice as fast as a mortal's like a hummingbird under Nico's palm, proof that Nico isn't the only one affected even if Loki's stamina allows him to hold out significantly longer. With his strokes only pausing so the pad of his thumb can rub at taut frenulum and roll over a sticky slit, Loki's kisses find a home in the hinge of a sharp jaw. ]

Just a little longer, hold on for me. Mere moments, Nico, I promise, I want to memorise the way you feel when you're about to spill your load. Almost there ... [ When Loki is satisfied, he tilts their cocks toward where Nico's hand lies and whispers, ] Now.

[deathkid]

[ loki's encouragement has a way with nico that he can't describe. heat flares through him, making his cock throb against loki's, and when his sensitive tip is toyed with, he croons, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. it's when loki beckons him to come that he finally allows the pressure that had been building in his balls to release, and he comes in long white strips against loki's chest, shuddering heavily all the while with loki's name on his tongue. ]

[ikols]

All better.

[ What a sweet boy to milk dry, and Nico comes on command so prettily too. Loki murmurs a spell to cleanse the mess right before a teenager goes splat all over it with his weight and then coaxes Nico to relax, to slump wherever he needs to. He runs his hands up the boy's back and through his hair, hushing him with praise. ]

How do you feel?

[deathkid]

[ it takes a few seconds for nico to come down from the high, for the stars sparking behind his eyelids to fade, but when he does, there's something he notices. loki is still hard against him, and though nico tends to think he's selfish, this is something he doesn't want to be selfish about.

or rather, he does, wanting to see loki come undone too, wanting to see the godling in the same throes of ecstasy that he'd just experienced. ]

Good- [ he's still breathless as his surprisingly clean fingers traipse down to loki's cock. ] But... You haven't come yet? I want to see you come.

[ikols]

[ Now that Nico's need is attended and all there is to do is see to his own, it becomes (ironically) harder for Loki to feel aroused without anything to focus on outside his own body; hardly any of him yearns for release without Tony, the futurist having perhaps foolishly engraved himself on the heart of a god, long-lived and enduring each time it is touched by devotion that strong. He brushes aside Nico's hand and shakes his head, quieter than before. His voice sounds more tired than strained. ]

Not tonight. I ... can't. You did so well, let's leave it there.

[ It's more that his heart is vastly hollow without the man he fell for, that it doesn't seek satisfaction this way, and instead of burning up with desire his body drops in temperature almost instinctively. ]

I'm sorry.

[deathkid]

[ there's something wrong, nico realizes, and he wonders if it's just too soon for him to pursue anything with loki. he inwardly berates himself, thinking about how hard loki had taken it when tony left. he should've known better. so he pulls his hand away, but only to wrap both of his around loki's neck, simply hugging the godling close enough so their heartbeats can be felt. ]

It's okay. It's okay, Loki. I get it. Thank you, for everything. [ he pulls back a fraction, enough to press their foreheads together. ] You mean a lot to me. I want you to be happy. But I don't want you to force anything either. If this... is too much, then I can wait however long it takes.

[ikols]

[ The understanding isn't surprising coming from Nico, per se, but it is odd to experience and leaves him feeling unpleasantly transparent. A little bad for instilling in anyone the notion that he is worth waiting for when he's like this, sentence served with a whispered I love you to Tony in the dead of night, bound to the sentiment as surely as the King's chains bound him to that damned chair of fire.

A wave of green magic exchanges his dirtied jeans for a clean pair and a new tshirt where he was otherwise bare. ]

You're sweet and I appreciate you.

[ With as close as Nico is, it's all Loki can do to ruffle his hair and chin a crown. ]

[deathkid]

[ that's an impressive bit of magic and it gives nico the time to tuck himself back in. his clothes are all rumpled now, but he's experienced worse, so he doesn't mind it so much. besides, he's still focused on loki. he heaves a sigh as his hair is ruffled. ]

And you can talk to me, you know that right? About anything.

[ikols]

I know. I will, if I ever need to.

[ He rolls onto his side, nudging Nico to go with him, and from the back of the couch is dragged a blanket. Nico may be thankful for it with how cool Loki's skin becomes, brushing through his curls. ]

It's not that you didn't satisfy me, you know that, yes? The physical stuff is less important to me, at times.

[ At others it's overwhelming and he has to cling for hours. Usually to Jason, and lately Billy as they work through their issues. ]

[deathkid]

I know now.

[ because he had been wondering. but knowing helps, and he easily goes back into the couch, arms still wrapped around loki as the blanket is used to cover them. he squirms only enough to get comfortable and releases a sigh. talking, it seems, makes it easier. ]

The physical stuff is just... a nice bonus, I guess I should say. I just want to be with you, get to know you. I want to be someone you want to be with.

[ikols]

You already are. I'm ... just weird.

[ It's an apologetic huff on the tail-end of a cuddle, lips moving along Nico's hair-line. ]

Thanks for putting up with me.

[deathkid]

[ humming softly, he shakes his head. ]

There's nothing wrong with being weird. I'm weird too, you know.