[ loki's the sole reason Paul's even remotely alright. The truth of it is that long before they both endured hell together there was something wrong with Paul. Normal children don't finish their toast while their mother leaps across the table with a knife and then stare at their dead dad for a whole day. Normal children don't live in squalor until child services peel their semi catatonic mom from the living room chair.
Loki's the reason Paul speaks at all, nearly completely mute by the time the half feral kid with the eye twitch got unceremoniously dumped into the boys home, ordered to share a bunk with him. Loki's the reason Paul isn't in jail. Loki's the reason Paul helped Irene as much as he could--hell, Loki's why Paul kissed that beautiful woman in the elevator in the first place. Loki is why Paul tries, period. ]
No.
[ nothing personal. It's not even a matter if trust, though Paul trusts Loki implicitly even if he absolutely shouldn't, not when they're in the wrong side of things.
He wonders if Loki would mind being kissed, he thinks, and gets out of the car. There's a dog barking loudly, some sort of rap music playing loudly across the block, heard over the half rain. Paul locks the car door and doesn't wait for Loki to follow, nor does he say anything else: he's leading the other into a shabby but decent series of apartments, three floors and dim lighting. Paul's apartment is on the top floor and tucked in the corner, right next to someone blasting a telenovella as loudly as possible at what's close to 4 in the morning. Paul pulls the keys out of his white souvenir jacket, unlocks it and leaves the door open for the other.
There's not much to it: the kitchen table appears to have some sort of car part on it and a series of smaller tools, a ring light above it. The rest is sparse furniture that no doubt came with the tiny, cramped space. Maps and maps of the city are neatly stacked on the coffee table, bed neatly made, kitchen about as small as a shower but still immaculately clean. Paul doesn't care about how cramped it is, he's already filling a coffee pot with water.
Loki's the first person he's ever brought into one of his apartments. Just like everything else, Loki's the exception to the rule. ]
It's bad coffee.
[ That's not going to stop them from drinking it and probably staying awake the whole night. Paul looks up, can't help himself once he catches sight of the one person he's ever cared about in his apartment like its nothing, like this happens all the time, like they picked up where they left off. Paul smiles, wide and boyish and bashful. ]
[It had felt wrong to stand by and watch kids give his new bunkmate shit when he was so obviously not okay. Loki hadn't understood why and he'd never asked, not until they were both much older, the trading of stories. Loki had grown up in the orphanage with no answer as to who his parents were. Why he didn't have any was always out of reach and the ugliness of Catholicism when there was no oversight and not a shit to give about the children in their care had beaten hope out of him.
Paul had given him something to live for. He couldn't do a goddamned thing about anything, except make sure that the older boys knew that Loki would raise hell and take the beatings that followed the Priest's attention on their number. He never regretted a single one, even if they turned him a little more towards Paul's direction of quiet and reserved.
Loki follows Paul upstairs, taking in all the little details of the building and stairs as they went, unbothered by the sketchiness of the neighbourhood. Anyone dumb enough to break into Paul's apartment while he was home was asking for it.]
Can't be worse than the station, [The remark comes back easy as he shrugs off his coat and looks around, searching for a place to drop it. Once he had, he was looking back over at Paul, catching that wide boyish grin.
No, he wouldn't mind being kissed at all. But that thought was shoved back down. They weren't exactly the same as they were before. It had been a long time.]
I've missed having you around, you know that? I know we didn't part great and that it's been forever but.. [It didn't matter. It felt like he was 17 and Paul was 19 all over again.]
[ they're not normal. They'll never be normal--that sort of stuff isn't in the cards for either of them. The stuntdriver and the cop, chasing after rushes of adrenaline in different ways, forever climbing through the mud just to feel a little more whole.
And Loki wants to talk about feelings. In not so many words, but he does, and the truth is Paul missed him, too. Almost every night, driving, trying to escape the inevitable loneliness that hits around the 2 o'clock mark. The kind that seeps into your bones and never quite leaves.
Paul's certain of two things: one, that he's going to ditch tomorrow and two, that Loki deserves someone far better. And yet: ]
Lock the door.
[ Paul's voice is it's usual soft tone, picking up where his old friend trails off, gaze unwavering as he looks at Loki calmly. The smell of coffee being brewed begins permeates the cramped quarters. ]
[They were never going to be normal. It was something that Loki had come to grips with while they were apart and something he'd come to peace with somewhere along the way.
Paul's ask of locking the door makes his stomach clench pleasantly. It was stupid; they were both paranoid and the door should be locked - the area was decent but even Decent had burglars. That was totally the reason he was locking the door.
Not for the passing wet dream of Paul daring to kiss him, secure in private behind a locked door. The lock clicks.]
You get a lotta trouble out here? [ He makes his way back into the barely there kitchen, leaning against the nearest wall, hands shoved into his front pockets.]
[ It's a small act, a little ritual Paul does: he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his pair of soft, supple leather gloves. Aerated, the kind he uses to drive. The kind he uses when he wants some form of control over things, when he feels compelled to do something he knows isn't right. The brown gloves are by far the most expensive things he owns, even beyond the jacket, and there's something about the feel, the simple comfort of the act of puttinf them on that goes beyond just the practicality of driving. He takes his time.
Loki's making small talk. Wandering over to the tiny kitchen like any of this matters, like they matter. Like this isn't going to blow up in their faces eventually.
Paul stares at him. Openly, calmly, bright blue eyes unblinking. He tests the waters. ]
Come here.
[ loki has just settled against the wall but Paul demands it anyway. The Driver stays exactly where he is in the cramped space by the counter, watching Loki, nearly emotionless save for the slightest ripple of his jaw. ]
[Loki hadn't seen these gloves before. He knew Paul had a penchant for them, had seen a set or two back in the day but the ones that he slides on now are more.. Elegant somehow. But it was the tone, same as it ever was, now with that commanding steel that Paul uses when he's not messing around.
Loki swallows thickly, mind glancing back at his soft rebellion, and a tingle of electricity rolls through him. He pushes off the wall and walks over, stopping a handful of inches away, well within arms reach. His eyes dart over Paul's face, his jawline, those lips before coming up to settle on blues. A little defiance, a little adoration - god he was happy to be up here on eye level with him now. Gave them something of a level playing field.
[ He knows that Loki knows--despite holding his gaze Paul can see the way he swallows, how he's more than happy to obey and sidle closer. It gives Paul a thrill the way Loki looks at him, and he doesn't hesitate.
He slides a leather glove up the other's face, brushing against that neck tattoo before fingers curl along that strong, admirable jaw, forcing Loki to look at him even though he's already doing a beautiful job of doing just that. It's not a hard enough grip to hurt but there's pressure there, a reminder wrapped in soft, supple leather. He doesn't break eye contact. ]
You going to be a good boy for me?
[ The word choice is purposeful, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushes against the darker hair man's smooth, stubble free chin before gripping just a little tighter. ]
[It had been so long. So long since Loki had felt this kind of jolt of energy, of want. Of need. He wasn't a virgin, he'd had sex before, but not for years upon years. Not after Paul. Fuck. His heartrate jumps at the first touch of that leather on his skin, breath already going a little shaky at the way Paul grabs his chin.
Something in his eyes softened away from the soft rebellion he always carried in them.]
Yes sir. Tell me what to do.
[He'd do it. He'd do whatever Paul wanted. He'd go chase down the fucking moon if Paul wanted. Right now, nothing else mattered.]
[ loki softens in the way the Paul likes best, those tired eyes sinking into something else, and Paul allows his thumb to move up and to Loki's lips, swiping over them.
Loki's called him sir. Loki knows exactly what to do already, and the blonde has to wonder if the other wasn't anticipating this since their breakfast. Paul knows he's thought about it--even before they reunited, he'd think about moments like this. How Loki, the one person who never takes anyone's shit turns so, so supple the moment Paul and him get like this. Paul takes his time, thumb pressing down on the other's lower lip to get him to open his mouth before stopping entirely and letting go. He places both gloved hands beside him, gripping the counter in the cramped, barely walkable kitchen. ]
Take off your shirt.
[ he wants to see the other tattoos Loki has etched onto his skin. He wants to see that fascinating half red eye look at him with lust, like he's the only man in the world. But he's going to take his time. ]
[ The sharp sting of Primal hope had been smothered under eggs and coffee, doubt and fear like salt and creamer with their breakfast. Loki knew better than to try to anticipate Paul when he knew so little, but they'd come a bit cleaner since breakfast, and that hope had begun to struggle to the surface when Paul had told him to lock the door.
Loki's lips part and he finds himself almost hungry to lick and suck the leather finger, to worship the touch while it was there. He's disappointed when Paul pulls back and unashamed by the growing hard on in his pants.
Take off your shirt.
He hesitates for only a few heartbeats before taking half a step back (necessary for a smooth pull of any kind) and turning around. Paul hadn't asked for that, no, but if he was going to see what was on Loki's skin, he might as well see it in all it's full glory. There was a reason that Loki didn't wear short sleeve shirts or tank tops outside of undershirts for work. No one saw him topless anymore. No one got a hint as to how extensive his inkwork was. The black knit Henley is tugged out of his waistband and slowly tugged up so he can cross his arms, grab the hem, and start the smoother motion of pulling it off in one go.
Loki's back told a story that very few would be able to read or understand - twists of script (from the Bible, Paul would recognize,) lifting the robes of a small someone holding something to the large and intricate Freemason symbol. There wasn't much of his skin that wasn't covered in something, save the very low small of his back, and the ink crawled around and over his shoulders. The only thing that marred the images were the scars of whipping that cut lashes of pale scar tissue across the dark ink.
He held a moment after dropping the shirt to turn back around to face Paul and whatever look of likely horror would rest there.
Loki's chest was only covered over his right breast, his left still bare, pure skin to match his stomach. There was script running around Loki's hips, down his arms - someone could spend years looking over every inch and find something new.
He wasn't ashamed of that either. ]
Don't ask about what they mean. I won't be able to tell you.
[ Loki's back is marked with stars, inky blackness swimming across pale skin from the constant rains of Washington, and as Paul watches he keeps both hands on the counter. It's control for him, too.
That Henley is peeled off, and Loki shares a secret he keeps from the world, baring scriptures, designs, beautiful work.
There's scars, too. Some recognizable, some absolutely not. Most faded but still there, rivulets and lines of silver scar tissue, beautiful in a way that makes Paul's stomach drop. Paul's grip on the counter tightens considerably. ]
Who did that to you?
[ there's scripture, too: Paul had taken to memorizing the stuff while they sat together on days they weren't allowed to talk. He'd make sure his foot nudged Loki at all times. Paul watches Loki's back intently. ]
[Loki, now turned to face Paul, shakes his head slightly.]
Don't. It's okay.
[It wasn't; there was a hundred stories packed onto his flesh, some laid there by Loki himself. It wasn't a weight that Paul needed to take on. He wanted to reach out, to touch Paul back, to distract him away from all the questions and the shadow of wounds.
Instead he takes that half step forward again, keeping his mismatched eyes locked on Paul's.]
[ Paul is quiet for a very, very long time. He knows it's far from okay. Knows it'll never be, not with them, but his knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the counter.
It's the fact that Loki has the balls to look back at him when he says it, not as a challenge but as a silent conversation that neither of them need to voice.
Paul listens to Loki. He always will, even if it takes him time to come around. The moment stretches, Paul doing nothing but staring right back at Loki for what feels like a solid minute. Eventually, he speaks. ]
[Loki hesitates again but ultimately complies, turning back around.
There was a subtle difference between letting Paul see and letting Paul look. Loki worried that 'resolving' some of his marks would drive Paul up a wall obsessing over them, but it was too late now. He would even keep his head facing forwards though he desperately wanted to turn it enough to give him warning if Paul was moving.]
[ there's a thrill with how obedient Loki is, something that pools in his stomach and settles pleasantly. Paul will listen to Loki and in instances like this, Loki will always listen to Paul.
He's glad Loki's back is turned when he smirks. It's gone as quickly as it surfaces, replaced by his normal calm gaze as he finally moves off of the counter. ]
That's good.
[ there's weight behind the two words, still soft and demanding but with an edge of encouragement and approval. Paul allows himself to reach out and run a hand from the base of Loki's skull, gloves slowly gliding down ink and scars and what he swears is some sort of laceration from a whip or an electrical cord. His jaw clenches, but he listens to Loki and leaves it alone.
For now.
When his hand gets to the other's jeans he hooks a hand on the waistband, pulling the younger man against his body with a sharp tug. Their hips are practically flush together, Paul's hard on already pressing through dark denim jeans and poking at his old friends' backside, a reminder of just what Loki does to him. His voice is right at the shell of Loki's ear, breath hot, snaking his hand around to the front of Loki's pants, cupping his cock through the fabric. ]
You're gonna do exactly what I say. Do you understand me?
[It was nice. Easy, giving that trust and control over to Paul. To one person in his life for a handful of minutes. To let the weight on his own shoulders fade away for a little bit.
Loki shivers despite himself at the brush of a hand down his back, wishing that Paul would grip his neck while the touch was there and gasps a little in surprise as he's pulled back. God, Paul felt good against his back and while he didn't roll his hips, he lead lean back into the embrace a bit, openly moaning at Paul grabbing him.
He shouldn't, but fuck, he just wanted to touch Paul back. One hand slips behind him to grab at Paul's hip, keeping them close for the moments Paul allowed.]
Yes sir, [He answers, voice a register lower with his lust.] Whatever you say.
[His heart was racing, mind flitting through a million lewd images. He wanted it all, all the roughness, all the sweet abuse, all the sweet, raw use that he hoped was coming to him. Now he did grind himself a bit, teasingly, enjoying the lenght pressed against him. Goddamn right. He did that.]
[ Loki's words cause Paul's heart rate to rise, that moan spiking all of that lust building up in him. Loki's calling him sir, getting into it just as much as he is, but the problem is that Loki's touching him. It's not a problem in the least, of course--those fingers feel nice on his hips, but Paul is just looking for an excuse. Loki presses up against him and Paul grinds his hips right back, the barest hint of a noise of approval in his throat.
One hand darts to grab at the wrist belonging to the hand on his thigh, and he twists. It's not enough to hurt but it's enough to roughly guide Loki wherever he needs, similar to a police move but no where near as honed. Loki's the one that first used it in front of him, on him, for necessary reasons. This is something different. ]
No.
[ 'Don't touch' in so many words, a gentle admonishment, Paul's voice softer than the coffee maker. He keeps Loki's hand pinned behind him, moves his own gloved hand up to his friend's throat, that same grip from before: thumb and fore finger across his throat, not applying lot of pressure, just enough to be demanding. He moves his lips against Loki's ear a second time. ]
When I let go you're going to be a good boy and take your pants off for me. Do you understand?
[ Maybe it was wrong that the rough touch only made him harder, but it did, none the less. He knew something like that was going to happen, touching Paul without permission only went one way, but he relished the contact he got just as much as the hand twisting his own. He didn't fight the twist, though he could have.
It was the fingers against his throat that really did something to him, a little breathless half whimper slipping from him as Paul breathes more words into his ear. Fuck. He wanted Paul to destroy him.
Loki swallows thickly and nods.]
Yes sir. [ It came at a fraction of the volume of the rest of his answers and with a little tremble of needy supplication that he couldn't quite control.
As soon as Paul's hands released him, Loki was working on his task, handling his belt and button and zipper in record speed, toeing off his shoes and stripping down to nothing. His cock bobs as he moves unencumbered, a respectable 7 inches, uncircumcised. The tattoos came back around his legs at the knee, having gone down his thigh, to cover his right leg. The tattoos on the left stop just shy of his knee. Everything meant something, even the blank spots.]
[ Loki's transformed himself into something beautiful, and it's not just the height he'd put on since he'd last seen him. It goes beyond the tattoo on his neck, the ink circles him and as Loki's clothes wind up on the too cramped kitchen floor--he fully plans on moving to a different area if the apartment eventually--Paul is struck by just how beautiful the other is. Meticulous and purposeful in all of his chaos. ]
Just like that. [ Praise for a job well done, still faint but the most Paul's talked without his usual few beats of silence. His hands move to Loki's hips, pressing psessively, trailing down Loki's bare ass to grab a handful. ] Good job.
[ Paul exhales, letting go of Loki all together. ]
[The praise made him ache for more, more of Paul's attention, more of any of his words, of the cool leather tone the Driver took. That's exactly what it was, the tone to match those gloves moving over him.
Loki clenches his hands into fists to keep them where they are when Paul grabs him, a grin breaking over his features at the grabbing of his ass. He knew he was going to be aching to touch Paul before this was over - hell, he was there already.
He turns as commanded, letting Paul get a good look at his front, the chest tattoos, the script down his arm and the way two strips of script follow the curve of his cut shape across and down the hollows of his hips.]
There's a lot to see, depending on how much time you wanna spend on that. [Though, honestly, if Paul fucked him senseless and wanted to stay up the rest of the night seeing what he recognized, Loki wouldn't stop him. Paul was the only one he didn't worry about being judged by for his choices.]
[ The ink is beautiful but the scars that bother him: that means Loki's suffered but there's another part of him that's absurdly possessive over Loki's body even when he has no right to be. That while Loki is his own person Loki's also his, and his alone, and it doesn't matter that they haven't seen each other in more than a decade. Someone's touched what belongs to him. Paul doesn't have much, but what he does he's fierce about maintaining well, and Loki is turning out to be the same.
Loki's smile, he decides, is reserved for Paul, real and authentic: pleased, the blonde's swiftly grabbing Loki's hips and lifting--the detective's a far cry from the scrawny runt he grew up with but it's better now, the other's more filled out, stronger, although Paul's also got a fair amount of muscle from his jobs. It's easy for him to hoist the other onto the tiny, empty counter to sit on and it's even easier to push the other's legs apart and close the gap, pushing himself closer and swiftly unzipping his own pants. His slim fit jeans are far too constraining when he's seeing Loki like this, legs apart for him already, cock hard. Paul's belt, his fly, his underwear all get nudged down only as much as necessary as he begins to kiss down Loki's tattooed leg. ]
[The last think Loki expected was to be picked up, and he gave an ungraceful laugh of surprise as he grabs at Paul's shoulders, laughing again as he's sat down. Most people who might pick him up would be asking for an asswhooping, but- But for all the game they're playing, Loki likes it. Likes being moved, liked being told what to do by his old friend. The grin he wears tempers down back into unbridled lust as his hands fall back to the side, propped on the counter top where they belonged, eyes watching Paul's hands.
He lets a sigh, a little moan at the first touch of Paul's lips on his skin and there's no helping the slight widening of his legs like that could guide Paul towards his dick and it's everything in his power to not put a hand on Paul's head.]
Let me touch you. Please? [he murmurs, somehow feeling loud in such an otherwise silent apartment. ]
[ loki is asking permission and Paul has to reward that, reward the only person who fully understands him. He loves it, the way Loki knows not to touch. It's the little things. It's feeling like he's in control, for once. Loki allows him that without question, just like when they were younger.
He uses his teeth, scraping along the other's inner thigh in a decisive manner before he stands a little straighter. ]
You want to touch me?
[ It's getting harder to keep his voice still and quiet, but he manages even if it's strained with lust. Loki looks incredible, and Paul brings a gloved hand up and through Loki's undercut, carding through the long hair and then grabbing a fistful. He pulls, forcing Loki to arch his back and neck as best as he can in the cramped space, rough and uncaring and alive and full of nothing but carnal desire. ]
You want to do this to me?
[ his other hand is curling around Loki's cock, finally touching the other with that gloved hand, thumb swiping over Loki's head with each slow, deliberate pump. ]
[There's an involuntary shudder at the scrape of Paul's teeth and a faint exhale of disappointment as Paul pulls back. There was something in Paul's tone now that made Loki's gut twist delightfully as he stares almost adoringly with his faintly mismatched eyes. It felt like a rhetorical question, a feeling that was immediately questioned at the firm hand in his hair, earning a sharp inhale and a half let groan as Paul forces him to arch.
The touch around his cock makes him gasp again, half in surprise, half in pure relief and pleasure, hips struggling in their press forward under the arch of his back. Loki's hands scramble on the counter to help him feel like he's keeping his balance, though he knew that all of that was under Paul's control.]
Fuck-[he breathes out, twitching and writhing oh so softly.] - yeah. Yes, yes sir, that's what I want- [He almost swore again, biting his lip before he's forced to open his mouth again due to the angle he was put in.]
[ Loki's writhing, the begging--Paul can't contain himself. Loki just looks too good like that, all ink and the sensual exhale, the way he calls Paul sir doing unspeakable things to him. He's never cared about authority but Loki's words are like sheer absolution, a honeyed hymn from parted lips. ]
You can touch me, because you look so pretty like this. [ It's a small admission, a bit of praise as Paul leans forward. He keeps that hold on Loki's hair, mainly for him because Loki really does look incredible with his back arched and needy like this, and the hand on Loki's cock is moves so Paul can remove the glove on it with his teeth, sliding it off and spitting into his hand to get ready to prepare the other. ]
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Date: 2023-09-01 03:00 pm (UTC)Loki's the reason Paul speaks at all, nearly completely mute by the time the half feral kid with the eye twitch got unceremoniously dumped into the boys home, ordered to share a bunk with him. Loki's the reason Paul isn't in jail. Loki's the reason Paul helped Irene as much as he could--hell, Loki's why Paul kissed that beautiful woman in the elevator in the first place. Loki is why Paul tries, period. ]
No.
[ nothing personal. It's not even a matter if trust, though Paul trusts Loki implicitly even if he absolutely shouldn't, not when they're in the wrong side of things.
He wonders if Loki would mind being kissed, he thinks, and gets out of the car. There's a dog barking loudly, some sort of rap music playing loudly across the block, heard over the half rain. Paul locks the car door and doesn't wait for Loki to follow, nor does he say anything else: he's leading the other into a shabby but decent series of apartments, three floors and dim lighting. Paul's apartment is on the top floor and tucked in the corner, right next to someone blasting a telenovella as loudly as possible at what's close to 4 in the morning. Paul pulls the keys out of his white souvenir jacket, unlocks it and leaves the door open for the other.
There's not much to it: the kitchen table appears to have some sort of car part on it and a series of smaller tools, a ring light above it. The rest is sparse furniture that no doubt came with the tiny, cramped space. Maps and maps of the city are neatly stacked on the coffee table, bed neatly made, kitchen about as small as a shower but still immaculately clean. Paul doesn't care about how cramped it is, he's already filling a coffee pot with water.
Loki's the first person he's ever brought into one of his apartments. Just like everything else, Loki's the exception to the rule. ]
It's bad coffee.
[ That's not going to stop them from drinking it and probably staying awake the whole night. Paul looks up, can't help himself once he catches sight of the one person he's ever cared about in his apartment like its nothing, like this happens all the time, like they picked up where they left off. Paul smiles, wide and boyish and bashful. ]
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Date: 2023-09-01 10:30 pm (UTC)Paul had given him something to live for. He couldn't do a goddamned thing about anything, except make sure that the older boys knew that Loki would raise hell and take the beatings that followed the Priest's attention on their number. He never regretted a single one, even if they turned him a little more towards Paul's direction of quiet and reserved.
Loki follows Paul upstairs, taking in all the little details of the building and stairs as they went, unbothered by the sketchiness of the neighbourhood. Anyone dumb enough to break into Paul's apartment while he was home was asking for it.]
Can't be worse than the station, [The remark comes back easy as he shrugs off his coat and looks around, searching for a place to drop it. Once he had, he was looking back over at Paul, catching that wide boyish grin.
No, he wouldn't mind being kissed at all. But that thought was shoved back down. They weren't exactly the same as they were before. It had been a long time.]
I've missed having you around, you know that? I know we didn't part great and that it's been forever but.. [It didn't matter. It felt like he was 17 and Paul was 19 all over again.]
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Date: 2023-09-02 02:46 pm (UTC)And Loki wants to talk about feelings. In not so many words, but he does, and the truth is Paul missed him, too. Almost every night, driving, trying to escape the inevitable loneliness that hits around the 2 o'clock mark. The kind that seeps into your bones and never quite leaves.
Paul's certain of two things: one, that he's going to ditch tomorrow and two, that Loki deserves someone far better. And yet: ]
Lock the door.
[ Paul's voice is it's usual soft tone, picking up where his old friend trails off, gaze unwavering as he looks at Loki calmly. The smell of coffee being brewed begins permeates the cramped quarters. ]
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Date: 2023-09-03 02:00 am (UTC)Paul's ask of locking the door makes his stomach clench pleasantly. It was stupid; they were both paranoid and the door should be locked - the area was decent but even Decent had burglars. That was totally the reason he was locking the door.
Not for the passing wet dream of Paul daring to kiss him, secure in private behind a locked door. The lock clicks.]
You get a lotta trouble out here? [ He makes his way back into the barely there kitchen, leaning against the nearest wall, hands shoved into his front pockets.]
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Date: 2023-09-03 02:06 pm (UTC)Loki's making small talk. Wandering over to the tiny kitchen like any of this matters, like they matter. Like this isn't going to blow up in their faces eventually.
Paul stares at him. Openly, calmly, bright blue eyes unblinking. He tests the waters. ]
Come here.
[ loki has just settled against the wall but Paul demands it anyway. The Driver stays exactly where he is in the cramped space by the counter, watching Loki, nearly emotionless save for the slightest ripple of his jaw. ]
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Date: 2023-09-03 03:54 pm (UTC)Loki swallows thickly, mind glancing back at his soft rebellion, and a tingle of electricity rolls through him. He pushes off the wall and walks over, stopping a handful of inches away, well within arms reach. His eyes dart over Paul's face, his jawline, those lips before coming up to settle on blues. A little defiance, a little adoration - god he was happy to be up here on eye level with him now. Gave them something of a level playing field.
He didn't ask 'what'. Paul would tell him.]
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Date: 2023-09-03 07:18 pm (UTC)He slides a leather glove up the other's face, brushing against that neck tattoo before fingers curl along that strong, admirable jaw, forcing Loki to look at him even though he's already doing a beautiful job of doing just that. It's not a hard enough grip to hurt but there's pressure there, a reminder wrapped in soft, supple leather. He doesn't break eye contact. ]
You going to be a good boy for me?
[ The word choice is purposeful, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushes against the darker hair man's smooth, stubble free chin before gripping just a little tighter. ]
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Date: 2023-09-03 07:47 pm (UTC)Something in his eyes softened away from the soft rebellion he always carried in them.]
Yes sir. Tell me what to do.
[He'd do it. He'd do whatever Paul wanted. He'd go chase down the fucking moon if Paul wanted. Right now, nothing else mattered.]
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Date: 2023-09-04 02:15 pm (UTC)Loki's called him sir. Loki knows exactly what to do already, and the blonde has to wonder if the other wasn't anticipating this since their breakfast. Paul knows he's thought about it--even before they reunited, he'd think about moments like this. How Loki, the one person who never takes anyone's shit turns so, so supple the moment Paul and him get like this. Paul takes his time, thumb pressing down on the other's lower lip to get him to open his mouth before stopping entirely and letting go. He places both gloved hands beside him, gripping the counter in the cramped, barely walkable kitchen. ]
Take off your shirt.
[ he wants to see the other tattoos Loki has etched onto his skin. He wants to see that fascinating half red eye look at him with lust, like he's the only man in the world. But he's going to take his time. ]
Slowly. [ a warning. ]
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Date: 2023-09-04 02:51 pm (UTC)Loki's lips part and he finds himself almost hungry to lick and suck the leather finger, to worship the touch while it was there. He's disappointed when Paul pulls back and unashamed by the growing hard on in his pants.
Take off your shirt.
He hesitates for only a few heartbeats before taking half a step back (necessary for a smooth pull of any kind) and turning around. Paul hadn't asked for that, no, but if he was going to see what was on Loki's skin, he might as well see it in all it's full glory. There was a reason that Loki didn't wear short sleeve shirts or tank tops outside of undershirts for work. No one saw him topless anymore. No one got a hint as to how extensive his inkwork was. The black knit Henley is tugged out of his waistband and slowly tugged up so he can cross his arms, grab the hem, and start the smoother motion of pulling it off in one go.
Loki's back told a story that very few would be able to read or understand - twists of script (from the Bible, Paul would recognize,) lifting the robes of a small someone holding something to the large and intricate Freemason symbol. There wasn't much of his skin that wasn't covered in something, save the very low small of his back, and the ink crawled around and over his shoulders. The only thing that marred the images were the scars of whipping that cut lashes of pale scar tissue across the dark ink.
He held a moment after dropping the shirt to turn back around to face Paul and whatever look of likely horror would rest there.
Loki's chest was only covered over his right breast, his left still bare, pure skin to match his stomach. There was script running around Loki's hips, down his arms - someone could spend years looking over every inch and find something new.
He wasn't ashamed of that either. ]
Don't ask about what they mean. I won't be able to tell you.
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Date: 2023-09-04 03:13 pm (UTC)That Henley is peeled off, and Loki shares a secret he keeps from the world, baring scriptures, designs, beautiful work.
There's scars, too. Some recognizable, some absolutely not. Most faded but still there, rivulets and lines of silver scar tissue, beautiful in a way that makes Paul's stomach drop. Paul's grip on the counter tightens considerably. ]
Who did that to you?
[ there's scripture, too: Paul had taken to memorizing the stuff while they sat together on days they weren't allowed to talk. He'd make sure his foot nudged Loki at all times. Paul watches Loki's back intently. ]
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Date: 2023-09-04 03:34 pm (UTC)Don't. It's okay.
[It wasn't; there was a hundred stories packed onto his flesh, some laid there by Loki himself. It wasn't a weight that Paul needed to take on. He wanted to reach out, to touch Paul back, to distract him away from all the questions and the shadow of wounds.
Instead he takes that half step forward again, keeping his mismatched eyes locked on Paul's.]
Nothing to handle here but me.
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Date: 2023-09-04 03:47 pm (UTC)It's the fact that Loki has the balls to look back at him when he says it, not as a challenge but as a silent conversation that neither of them need to voice.
Paul listens to Loki. He always will, even if it takes him time to come around. The moment stretches, Paul doing nothing but staring right back at Loki for what feels like a solid minute. Eventually, he speaks. ]
Did I say you could turn around?
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Date: 2023-09-04 04:27 pm (UTC)There was a subtle difference between letting Paul see and letting Paul look. Loki worried that 'resolving' some of his marks would drive Paul up a wall obsessing over them, but it was too late now. He would even keep his head facing forwards though he desperately wanted to turn it enough to give him warning if Paul was moving.]
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Date: 2023-09-04 04:59 pm (UTC)He's glad Loki's back is turned when he smirks. It's gone as quickly as it surfaces, replaced by his normal calm gaze as he finally moves off of the counter. ]
That's good.
[ there's weight behind the two words, still soft and demanding but with an edge of encouragement and approval. Paul allows himself to reach out and run a hand from the base of Loki's skull, gloves slowly gliding down ink and scars and what he swears is some sort of laceration from a whip or an electrical cord. His jaw clenches, but he listens to Loki and leaves it alone.
For now.
When his hand gets to the other's jeans he hooks a hand on the waistband, pulling the younger man against his body with a sharp tug. Their hips are practically flush together, Paul's hard on already pressing through dark denim jeans and poking at his old friends' backside, a reminder of just what Loki does to him. His voice is right at the shell of Loki's ear, breath hot, snaking his hand around to the front of Loki's pants, cupping his cock through the fabric. ]
You're gonna do exactly what I say. Do you understand me?
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Date: 2023-09-04 11:24 pm (UTC)Loki shivers despite himself at the brush of a hand down his back, wishing that Paul would grip his neck while the touch was there and gasps a little in surprise as he's pulled back. God, Paul felt good against his back and while he didn't roll his hips, he lead lean back into the embrace a bit, openly moaning at Paul grabbing him.
He shouldn't, but fuck, he just wanted to touch Paul back. One hand slips behind him to grab at Paul's hip, keeping them close for the moments Paul allowed.]
Yes sir, [He answers, voice a register lower with his lust.] Whatever you say.
[His heart was racing, mind flitting through a million lewd images. He wanted it all, all the roughness, all the sweet abuse, all the sweet, raw use that he hoped was coming to him. Now he did grind himself a bit, teasingly, enjoying the lenght pressed against him. Goddamn right. He did that.]
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Date: 2023-09-05 12:51 am (UTC)One hand darts to grab at the wrist belonging to the hand on his thigh, and he twists. It's not enough to hurt but it's enough to roughly guide Loki wherever he needs, similar to a police move but no where near as honed. Loki's the one that first used it in front of him, on him, for necessary reasons. This is something different. ]
No.
[ 'Don't touch' in so many words, a gentle admonishment, Paul's voice softer than the coffee maker. He keeps Loki's hand pinned behind him, moves his own gloved hand up to his friend's throat, that same grip from before: thumb and fore finger across his throat, not applying lot of pressure, just enough to be demanding. He moves his lips against Loki's ear a second time. ]
When I let go you're going to be a good boy and take your pants off for me. Do you understand?
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Date: 2023-09-05 01:36 am (UTC)It was the fingers against his throat that really did something to him, a little breathless half whimper slipping from him as Paul breathes more words into his ear. Fuck. He wanted Paul to destroy him.
Loki swallows thickly and nods.]
Yes sir. [ It came at a fraction of the volume of the rest of his answers and with a little tremble of needy supplication that he couldn't quite control.
As soon as Paul's hands released him, Loki was working on his task, handling his belt and button and zipper in record speed, toeing off his shoes and stripping down to nothing. His cock bobs as he moves unencumbered, a respectable 7 inches, uncircumcised. The tattoos came back around his legs at the knee, having gone down his thigh, to cover his right leg. The tattoos on the left stop just shy of his knee. Everything meant something, even the blank spots.]
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Date: 2023-09-05 01:54 am (UTC)Just like that. [ Praise for a job well done, still faint but the most Paul's talked without his usual few beats of silence. His hands move to Loki's hips, pressing psessively, trailing down Loki's bare ass to grab a handful. ] Good job.
[ Paul exhales, letting go of Loki all together. ]
Turn around. Let me see you, baby.
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Date: 2023-09-05 09:05 pm (UTC)Loki clenches his hands into fists to keep them where they are when Paul grabs him, a grin breaking over his features at the grabbing of his ass. He knew he was going to be aching to touch Paul before this was over - hell, he was there already.
He turns as commanded, letting Paul get a good look at his front, the chest tattoos, the script down his arm and the way two strips of script follow the curve of his cut shape across and down the hollows of his hips.]
There's a lot to see, depending on how much time you wanna spend on that. [Though, honestly, if Paul fucked him senseless and wanted to stay up the rest of the night seeing what he recognized, Loki wouldn't stop him. Paul was the only one he didn't worry about being judged by for his choices.]
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Date: 2023-09-05 09:47 pm (UTC)Loki's smile, he decides, is reserved for Paul, real and authentic: pleased, the blonde's swiftly grabbing Loki's hips and lifting--the detective's a far cry from the scrawny runt he grew up with but it's better now, the other's more filled out, stronger, although Paul's also got a fair amount of muscle from his jobs. It's easy for him to hoist the other onto the tiny, empty counter to sit on and it's even easier to push the other's legs apart and close the gap, pushing himself closer and swiftly unzipping his own pants. His slim fit jeans are far too constraining when he's seeing Loki like this, legs apart for him already, cock hard. Paul's belt, his fly, his underwear all get nudged down only as much as necessary as he begins to kiss down Loki's tattooed leg. ]
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Date: 2023-09-06 12:35 am (UTC)He lets a sigh, a little moan at the first touch of Paul's lips on his skin and there's no helping the slight widening of his legs like that could guide Paul towards his dick and it's everything in his power to not put a hand on Paul's head.]
Let me touch you. Please? [he murmurs, somehow feeling loud in such an otherwise silent apartment. ]
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Date: 2023-09-06 02:04 pm (UTC)He uses his teeth, scraping along the other's inner thigh in a decisive manner before he stands a little straighter. ]
You want to touch me?
[ It's getting harder to keep his voice still and quiet, but he manages even if it's strained with lust. Loki looks incredible, and Paul brings a gloved hand up and through Loki's undercut, carding through the long hair and then grabbing a fistful. He pulls, forcing Loki to arch his back and neck as best as he can in the cramped space, rough and uncaring and alive and full of nothing but carnal desire. ]
You want to do this to me?
[ his other hand is curling around Loki's cock, finally touching the other with that gloved hand, thumb swiping over Loki's head with each slow, deliberate pump. ]
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Date: 2023-09-06 05:53 pm (UTC)The touch around his cock makes him gasp again, half in surprise, half in pure relief and pleasure, hips struggling in their press forward under the arch of his back. Loki's hands scramble on the counter to help him feel like he's keeping his balance, though he knew that all of that was under Paul's control.]
Fuck-[he breathes out, twitching and writhing oh so softly.] - yeah. Yes, yes sir, that's what I want- [He almost swore again, biting his lip before he's forced to open his mouth again due to the angle he was put in.]
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Date: 2023-09-06 08:52 pm (UTC)You can touch me, because you look so pretty like this. [ It's a small admission, a bit of praise as Paul leans forward. He keeps that hold on Loki's hair, mainly for him because Loki really does look incredible with his back arched and needy like this, and the hand on Loki's cock is moves so Paul can remove the glove on it with his teeth, sliding it off and spitting into his hand to get ready to prepare the other. ]
My pretty little needy Loki.
[ His. No one else's. His. ]
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