[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. ]
[With a sharp breath of relief at the permission, Loki's left hand reaches up to grab desperately at Paul's arm like it was an anchor to reality. Pretty wasn't something Loki ascribed to himself but that didn't stop the flush of heat at the praise or the way Loki watched from under his lashes as Paul removes the glove.
His free hand drifts down Paul's shirt covered stomach, fingertips dreaming of the gentle washboard underneath and dares to reach further down so he could wrap his fingers around Paul's cock, more than pleased with what he found. He knew he was going to have to shift - arching a back doesn't do great things for access to his ass, but he had no doubts Paul would correct that too.]
All yours baby, [He murmurs, lips pulling in a passing little smirk.] All yours.
[Maybe he always had been. Maybe he was okay with that as long as Paul was around to remind him.]
[ Loki grabs his arm and touches his cock and Paul's breath hitches, the rise and fall of his chest picking up rapidly as Loki touches his cock. He's always been eerily quiet but it's almost impossible not to murmur his approval, stoic features softening in spite of himself. It's been too long, and it's Loki that's doing the touching, and fuck.
He can't quite feel the hand on his arm, just like he's purposefully keeping his shirt on, partially because he gets a personal thrill out of this sort of control and partly because it means Loki cant see his steel healing injuries. But Loki is grabbing at him and Loki is smirking at him and Paul can't help but match his facial expression.
He lets go of Loki entirely to grab at his hips and shove, roughly positioning him by the waist. There's just enough room for Loki to shift, as cramped as it is, and Paul has no problems lifting his non gloved hand to Loki's lips, pressing them open and forcing Loki to take them obediently. He knows how to suck. He's always been good at it, In Paul's experience. ]
[Paul was fucking stunning. Loki felt like his breath was hooked on those eases in his friend's face, the cave to pleasure, the murmur of approval that sent a whole new thrill through him, the submission to the fact that fuck this feels fantastic, that they feel better than good together. There was some part of him that would always be 16 years old and desperately in love with Paul without really knowing what that meant.
Paul shoves and pulls and Loki shifts with him, even if means begrudgingly pulling his hands from Paul's cock, and he's feeling breathless and whore-y and just as needy as he's been accused of being. His hands scramble out to help support the shift in his weight, legs spreading and also lightly hooking around the back of Paul's thighs as he prepares himself for what's coming.
Which didn't exactly include the fingers, but there was no hesitation in the way Loki opened his mouth and sucked on those fingers like it was Paul's cock, almost drunk on the taste of salt and skin sinking into his mouth. Whatever Paul wanted; let Loki show him what he wanted to do.]
[ Probably he shouldn't be so fascinated with this, with the way Loki's driven to pure supplication, the way the other turns Paul on more than is probably healthy. There's a temptation to remove his fingers immediately and kiss him that he manages to holds in check, instead murmuring his approval as Loki knows exactly what to do.
Paul waits until the other finds his balance--it doesn't take long, but it gives Paul the chance to nuzzle the other's shoulder, graze his teeth along the other's ink--before he removes that hand from the other's mouth and lowers it.
Loki looks incredible as Paul slides a finger into him, working him only long enough to make sure he won't tear anything. He pulls out and hastily spits at an attempt at lube, making a mental note to purchase some for the next time, if there will be a next time, because fuck, as he guides and slides himself into Loki for the first time in over a decade feels spiritually divine and he doesn't want to let this go.
He finally kisses Loki, moaning softly into the kiss as he buries himself inside the other and gives them both enough time to adjust. ]
[Loki loved the way Paul was invading his space, humming around the fingers he was dedicatedly sucking and wetting at the scrape of teeth against him, hips shifting a little for what he hoped knew was coming. Loki gasps a little as the fingers are removed, letting the breath out with a soft growl, head rolling back as Paul starts stretching him out.
How long had it been? How long had it been since Loki let anyone touch him, much less felt Paul between his legs? It was hard to say. Years at the very least, years of Loki masturbating in the shower, chasing the physical release with none of the mental stimulation that drove those needs so well.]
Fuck- [He groans out the word as Paul replaces his finger with his cock, body shifting a little more to align them, eyes a stormy blue as they lock on Paul's face long enough to see the kiss coming and lean into it. Loki kisses Paul like he needs it to breath, the thought of it all having taken over his brain since breakfast, one hand coming up to grab and fist into his shirt as he hooks a leg around Paul's waist.
It hurt a little but Loki had always been a masochist, so it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Paul was touching him. That Paul was kissing him. That Paul was back where he belonged, for a moment.]
[ they're both lonely people at their core but Paul is finding that Loki's equal desperation, lips crushing against lips, is something euphoric to him.
It's never been just Paul when Loki's around. There's a sense of belonging, a sense of mutual understanding brought on by isolation and abuse and God knows what else, because with Loki he's not lonely, and kissing Loki like this makes him feel wanted and loved in a way he can't verbally describe. From how Loki's clinging to his shirt, needy and insistent and how that leg hooks around him, Paul knows Loki feels the same way.
Paul shifts, angling his hips a little better, breaking the kiss only out if nessecity. He keeps the gloved hand on the side of Loki's face, soft despite how he begins to move in a hard, needy rhythm, biting back a moan. He needs to see Loki, needs to see every micro expression as Paul begins to slip out of that practiced control. Loki is tight, hot, perfect, and Paul's silent and stoic demeanor is already starting to slip. It's what Loki does to him, what he's always done. Paul can't just take a little of his partner. He has to take all of Loki. ]
[This was the one thing that would have gotten them killed when they were kids. The one thing that no part of any of Loki's religion and belief condoned, and it was the only defiance against it that Loki wouldn't let go. Paul had been the only person, the only reason that Loki hadn't gone down a different path.
Time would tell how bad their decisions were, but that didn't matter either.
Loki hitches a note of pleasure as the kiss breaks, leans his head into that palm with an open mouthed moan of a breath, brow furrowing as he wants - more of this, more of Paul, more of Paul out of that perfectly maintained control. He can't stop the shift of his shirt gripping hand, letting go only long enough to try and scramble and push up under the shirt so he could feel even a palmful of Paul's skin as his mind rolled through all the lewd and perverted things he wanted Paul to do to him.]
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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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Date: 2023-09-08 11:43 pm (UTC)His free hand drifts down Paul's shirt covered stomach, fingertips dreaming of the gentle washboard underneath and dares to reach further down so he could wrap his fingers around Paul's cock, more than pleased with what he found. He knew he was going to have to shift - arching a back doesn't do great things for access to his ass, but he had no doubts Paul would correct that too.]
All yours baby, [He murmurs, lips pulling in a passing little smirk.] All yours.
[Maybe he always had been. Maybe he was okay with that as long as Paul was around to remind him.]
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Date: 2023-09-09 02:48 pm (UTC)He can't quite feel the hand on his arm, just like he's purposefully keeping his shirt on, partially because he gets a personal thrill out of this sort of control and partly because it means Loki cant see his steel healing injuries. But Loki is grabbing at him and Loki is smirking at him and Paul can't help but match his facial expression.
He lets go of Loki entirely to grab at his hips and shove, roughly positioning him by the waist. There's just enough room for Loki to shift, as cramped as it is, and Paul has no problems lifting his non gloved hand to Loki's lips, pressing them open and forcing Loki to take them obediently. He knows how to suck. He's always been good at it, In Paul's experience. ]
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Date: 2023-09-10 01:49 am (UTC)Paul shoves and pulls and Loki shifts with him, even if means begrudgingly pulling his hands from Paul's cock, and he's feeling breathless and whore-y and just as needy as he's been accused of being. His hands scramble out to help support the shift in his weight, legs spreading and also lightly hooking around the back of Paul's thighs as he prepares himself for what's coming.
Which didn't exactly include the fingers, but there was no hesitation in the way Loki opened his mouth and sucked on those fingers like it was Paul's cock, almost drunk on the taste of salt and skin sinking into his mouth. Whatever Paul wanted; let Loki show him what he wanted to do.]
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Date: 2023-09-10 11:12 pm (UTC)Paul waits until the other finds his balance--it doesn't take long, but it gives Paul the chance to nuzzle the other's shoulder, graze his teeth along the other's ink--before he removes that hand from the other's mouth and lowers it.
Loki looks incredible as Paul slides a finger into him, working him only long enough to make sure he won't tear anything. He pulls out and hastily spits at an attempt at lube, making a mental note to purchase some for the next time, if there will be a next time, because fuck, as he guides and slides himself into Loki for the first time in over a decade feels spiritually divine and he doesn't want to let this go.
He finally kisses Loki, moaning softly into the kiss as he buries himself inside the other and gives them both enough time to adjust. ]
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Date: 2023-09-15 12:57 pm (UTC)knewwas coming. Loki gasps a little as the fingers are removed, letting the breath out with a soft growl, head rolling back as Paul starts stretching him out.How long had it been? How long had it been since Loki let anyone touch him, much less felt Paul between his legs? It was hard to say. Years at the very least, years of Loki masturbating in the shower, chasing the physical release with none of the mental stimulation that drove those needs so well.]
Fuck- [He groans out the word as Paul replaces his finger with his cock, body shifting a little more to align them, eyes a stormy blue as they lock on Paul's face long enough to see the kiss coming and lean into it. Loki kisses Paul like he needs it to breath, the thought of it all having taken over his brain since breakfast, one hand coming up to grab and fist into his shirt as he hooks a leg around Paul's waist.
It hurt a little but Loki had always been a masochist, so it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Paul was touching him. That Paul was kissing him. That Paul was back where he belonged, for a moment.]
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Date: 2023-09-15 02:17 pm (UTC)It's never been just Paul when Loki's around. There's a sense of belonging, a sense of mutual understanding brought on by isolation and abuse and God knows what else, because with Loki he's not lonely, and kissing Loki like this makes him feel wanted and loved in a way he can't verbally describe. From how Loki's clinging to his shirt, needy and insistent and how that leg hooks around him, Paul knows Loki feels the same way.
Paul shifts, angling his hips a little better, breaking the kiss only out if nessecity. He keeps the gloved hand on the side of Loki's face, soft despite how he begins to move in a hard, needy rhythm, biting back a moan. He needs to see Loki, needs to see every micro expression as Paul begins to slip out of that practiced control. Loki is tight, hot, perfect, and Paul's silent and stoic demeanor is already starting to slip. It's what Loki does to him, what he's always done. Paul can't just take a little of his partner. He has to take all of Loki. ]
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Date: 2023-09-19 08:44 pm (UTC)Time would tell how bad their decisions were, but that didn't matter either.
Loki hitches a note of pleasure as the kiss breaks, leans his head into that palm with an open mouthed moan of a breath, brow furrowing as he wants - more of this, more of Paul, more of Paul out of that perfectly maintained control. He can't stop the shift of his shirt gripping hand, letting go only long enough to try and scramble and push up under the shirt so he could feel even a palmful of Paul's skin as his mind rolled through all the lewd and perverted things he wanted Paul to do to him.]
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