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batsutousaiTitle: Sin With a Grin
Fandom: Marvel (movie 'verse) & Real Person Fiction
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Loki/Tom Hiddleston
Challenge: 30 Day NSFW OTP Challenge
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding, Not Safe For Work edition.
Chapter Warnings: Public sex, Loki is a little shit, rimming, voyeuristic recording
A/N: I had thoughts about doing this in a public park or something, but I'd like to think that Tom would be able to draw the line with Loki somewhere. (I may be fooling myself.) XD
Tom was pretty sure he remembered swearing to himself, after the janitor closet incident, that he wouldn't let Loki talk him into sex outside their flat or hotel room again. And he knew he'd refused Loki at least three times since.
Which begged the question: What in fuck's name was he doing in the middle of the empty set in nothing but a t-shirt, bowed over the back of a chair that Loki had dragged over for him, legs spread for the god whose tongue was currently licking up his perineum from his scrotum to the twitching muscle of his anus.
Tom whimpered, fists clenching against the seat of the chair, and once again wished Loki had brought over a chair with a hole in the back, so he might actually have a chance of knowing what the god was intending to do next.
The god's tongue moved back down, and Tom had to widen his stance even further to make room for Loki's head so the god could mouth at his scrotum.
"Loki," Tom gasped, flexing his fingers against the seat beneath him, "Loki, please."
Loki's cool mouth moved away and he asked, "Are you still concerned that someone will come, Thomas?"
Tom shuddered, just such an event playing out in his mind. "Yes," he breathed.
Loki's mouth returned to his scrotum and Tom whined at the brief chill. And then something – a finger, Tom guessed through the pleasure – pressed hard against his perineum, stimulating his prostate in a most delicious way.
"Still concerned?" Loki wondered, amusement in his tone.
Tom shook his head hard enough that his whole body shook, cock hitting against the back of the chair in a manner that was edging closer to pain than pleasure. It almost woke him enough from his haze to remind him what he had to be concerned about, but then a hand damp with spit or magic – it was hard to tell, sometimes – wrapped around his cock and pumped it once, twice, then let go as Loki's tongue pressed past Tom's sphincter.
Cool, wet pressure, undulating against the muscles of his anus; Tom didn't think he'd ever quite get used to the sensation, but it wasn't unpleasant, and he knew Loki loved preparing him this way, when they both weren't too desperate for it.
The icy sensation of whatever magic Loki used to provide lube and properly stretch Tom spread through him, cooling the warm burn of arousal enough that Tom once again remembered his fears about the director or a fellow actor walking on to set and–
"Jævla flaks," Loki muttered, his native language always so musical, the way it dropped from his tongue. A hand wrapped around Tom's cock again, gentle as Loki brought him back under the haze of pleasure which kept him from worrying. The hand vanished and Loki moved behind him, air shifting against Tom's bare arse.
And then Loki was there again, one hand steady against Tom's hip as his cock rubbed between his arse cheeks, purposefully bumping over his opened hole, but not quite going in.
"Loki," Tom whined, failing miserably at sounding demanding. He often did when Loki started teasing him.
Loki breathed out a laugh against the middle of Tom's back – the god had leaned over? When? Why? – then easily slid in. The magic that had been holding Tom open ceased, and they both groaned at the completed connection.
One of Loki's arms slipped around Tom's chest and drew him up so they were both standing, Tom's back flush against Loki's chest. "You feel glorious," Loki murmured against Tom's ear, tongue flicking out against the shell. "So tight and warm." His hand slid up Tom's chest and throat to his chin, which he used to turn Tom's head so they could lock lips.
Tom whimpered into Loki's mouth as the god slowly drew out of him, drawing it out because he knew Tom wanted it fast, and Loki had long ago proven that he would never do what Tom wanted, unless he was apologising for something else.
Slow push back in, brushing over Tom's prostate almost too carefully to stimulate it. Tom reached back with both hands to grab at Loki's hips, digging his nails into the skin he found and pulling hard. Not that he was strong enough to make the god move.
Loki chuckled and licked over Tom's lips before using the hand on his chin to tilt the actor's head away again so he could nibble along Tom's jaw. "Impatient," he murmured against Tom's skin.
"Impatient for you," Tom agreed, voice stronger than he'd expected. "I need you to fuck me so hard, every step reminds me of you. And I'll walk through here tomorrow, blushing like a fucking virgi–"
"You manipulative little bastard," Loki snarled, but there was approval in his tone as he braced both hands on Tom's hips, grip tight enough that there would be bruises for days.
Tom took a moment to grin at his victory, glancing up towards the unmanned camera directly in front of them.
The camera that was on.
"Oh my fucking–" Tom cut himself off with a shout as Loki slammed into him, hard and fast and so strong, no human could ever match him. Tom felt rather like he was about to split into two, but it was a sensation that he'd become plenty used to over the course of their relationship, and he revelled in it now, completely forgetting what he'd been about to yell at Loki for.
He didn't remember again until he had sagged back against the god, hoping Loki wasn't too tired from his own orgasm to hold them both up. The god held steady under the added weight, and Tom smiled for a moment before his eyes caught, again, on the active camera.
The smile froze on his face and he carefully wrapped his hands around the wrists that were curled over his abdomen. "Loki," he said.
Loki tensed behind him. "Thomas," he said, voice too casual.
"Why is that camera recording us?"
Loki was silent.
"Loki."
"It is, perhaps, best for all involved if you–"
" 'All'," Tom repeated, deadpan, and tightened his fingers around Loki's wrists. "Loki, darling, there's not someone else involved in this little daydream of yours to have me on the set of one of my films, is there?"
"Of course not, Thomas," Loki lied.
"Who?"
"As I just said–"
"Lied."
Loki was silent for a moment, then he admitted, "Robert."
"I'll kill him," Tom snarled, and it was Loki holding him, now.
The god licked the shell of his ear and breathed, "Why not simply return the favour?"
Tom stilled, mind racing for ideas for how to get his fellow actor back for the minor embarrassment. "And you?" he wondered, voice turned sweet in a way that Loki knew meant he was in trouble.
The god tensed behind him. "Me?"
"You."
Loki nose against Tom's hair. "If you can," he allowed.
Tom would have to get some help to get his lover back, but that had been the promise for a lack of retaliation that he'd been looking for, so he dropped the subject. "And how do you suggest getting him back?"
"I might have a couple ideas," Loki murmured, voice heavy with mischief, and Tom smirked at the camera in a way that mirrored his lover's most terrifying smiles.
All he had to do, now, was decide if Loki could hand the tape over.
01 - Mutual Masturbation ||| 02 - Oral ||| 03 - First Time ||| 04 - Grinding ||| 05 - Toys
06 - Clothed - Getting Off ||| 07 - Handjob ||| 08 - Breathplay ||| 09 - Against the Wall ||| 10 - Striptease
11 - Dom-Sub ||| 12 - 69 ||| 13 - Rimming ||| 14 - Whipping ||| 15 - Dress Up
21 - Double Penetration ||| 22 - Foodplay ||| 23 - Trying a New Position ||| 24 - Gagged ||| 25 - Petplay
26 - Comfort ||| 27 - Rough ||| 28 - Temperature Play ||| 29 - Phone Sex ||| 30 - Author's Choice
Masterlist
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