FIC: Sin With a Grin ~ Tom Hiddleston/Loki ~ 30 Day NSFW Challenge ~ Day 22

[batsutousai]

Title: 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: Popsicle/ice lolly sex, Loki does what he wants, intersex Jötunn!Loki, technically an AU, PWP

A/N: Originally, this was just going to be normal ice cream, in reminder of Days Thirteen and Twenty-One of Clouds in My Coffee, but then I happened to be playing with my mobile while thinking about this day, and what should my background be but this picture. *shoves all the blame for this foolery onto Sin*

-Foodplay-

"Ravish me," Loki ordered, just so he could watch Thomas freeze and slowly pivot on the stairs, an ice lolly in one hand and an open paperback in the other.

Loki had laid himself on the couch, clothes vanished and legs spread invitingly. He'd moved to do so as soon as he'd heard the freezer door, because there wasn't a whole lot the mortal would be getting in there when it was hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement and all the windows were wide open in hopes of catching a breeze.

Thomas gave his ice lolly a quick lick, catching a drip along the bottom edge, and absently folded down the corner of one page before closing his book. "What are you doing here?" he wondered, moving forward.

Loki cocked an eyebrow, but he knew it was a valid question; he'd sworn off Midgardian summers about three days into his first one. Still, Thomas should know better than to expect Loki would actually answer that question beyond the ever amusing (for him) and aggravating (for everyone else), "I do as I please."

Thomas' book hit the coffee table and bounced off, unnoticed, as its owner hummed and settled comfortably between Loki's spread legs. "One of these days," he murmured as he ran a finger up Loki's leg, "someone will hurt you for saying that."

"Maybe someone already has," Loki replied, just to make Thomas' eyes narrow with angry suspicion. (Though, for once, he wasn't lying about something just for the reaction it would elicit; Odin's brute of a son had actually backhanded him once for saying those very words. Thor had been drunk at the time, and ended up with two months of solitary confinement as punishment for striking Jötunheimr's ambassador, but that hardly excused his actions, for all that everyone played as though all had been forgiven.)

Thomas shook his head, expression smoothing out to one of amusement. "Unfortunately for them, you're more than capable of fighting your own battles."

And this was why Loki kept coming back; it was a balm to have someone who didn't look at him and immediately think he was weak. He wrapped a leg around Thomas' back and pulled him closer. "You must be warm, overdressed as you are," he murmured before vanishing the mortal's clothing.

Thomas' eyes flickered towards the nearest open window. "Tell me there's a spell on the windows to keep people from snapping photos," he ordered before licking to catch another drip of his ice lolly.

Loki rolled his eyes, but obediently stated, "There's a spell to keep morons from taking pictures of your home." There was, actually, a long-term spell keeping people unrelated to Thomas from seeing into the windows at all, not that Loki would ever admit to casting it.

Thomas seemed to decide that was sufficient assurance, for he turned his ice lolly upside down and pressed it against Loki's left nipple.

Cold bloomed at the touch, and Loki's Áss form – far more comfortable in this heat – wavered, blue rippling out from the point of contact. Loki arched into it, desperate for the relief.

Thomas idly dragged the tip of the ice lolly across Loki's chest to his other nipple and held it there for a moment before popping it into his mouth, eyes meeting Loki's. "Seriously. You swore off visiting in summer two years ago," he said, voice muffled by the cold treat.

Loki groaned, drawing the noise out just to show how displeased he was with the topic. "I was bored."

"You missed me," Thomas returned and his eyes gleamed.

Loki snarled and repositioned his foot so he could dig his heel into the mortal's back, making him wince. "Fuck me," he ordered.

Thomas leaned forward, looming over Loki. "Admit you missed me and I will," he bargained.

Loki buried a hand in Thomas' curls and tugged hard. "If you ever," he hissed, "spend another five months at your planet's equator, I will cause an ice age."

Thomas' chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind next time I'm agreeing to a film," he agreed before cold shot up Loki's spine, radiating from where something had started pushing into his anus.

He couldn't help but gasp at the unexpected change in his body's temperature, his false skin vanishing without his permission. The leg he had wrapped around the mortal felt like there was fire licking at every point of contact, but Loki barely noticed that, as whatever Thomas had used to chill him was withdrawn. He whimpered when the cold thing – the ice lolly; he should have known – was trailed up, over the lips of his cunt and the underside of his length, before Thomas shoved it back into his mouth. "Damn you," he managed past the icy want his body was practically screaming at him. "If you don't fuck me right no–!"

And then Thomas's cock was pushing into his cunt, moving slowly and giving Loki the chance to adjust to the sudden burn filling him. "Here," Thomas murmured, pressing the ice lolly against Loki's mouth. "Don't change on me."

Loki was grateful for the treat and the counterpoint it provided to Thomas and the weather's combined heat. "Should have grabbed more," he informed the mortal before clamping his mouth shut around the ice lolly to keep in a whine as Thomas finally bottomed out. Norns, he was big. Not that Loki was complaining; Thomas' impressive cock was half the reason Loki had braved the heat to visit.

(Not that Thomas was the largest lover Loki had ever had – the Æsir tended to be larger than most humans, and Loki had spent almost a millennium in Asgard – but his lack of prejudice against Jötnar, and his constant amusement regarding Loki's mischief, made him far superior to even the greatest endowed of Loki's former bedmates.)

"If I'd known you were here," Thomas whispered as he leaned down, breath still chilled from the ice lolly fanning across Loki's lips and cheek, "I would have." He caught the wood stick of the ice lolly between his teeth and pulled it loose before spitting it to one side. "They're in the door of the freezer, bottom shelf, if you want to get them," he added before closing his mouth around the end of the ice lolly and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked on it.

Loki groaned and flicked his fingers, transporting the requested box onto his stomach. The cardboard was wonderfully cold, and Loki sighed in pleasure even as Thomas jerked away in surprise at the sudden chill between them. (Okay, so Loki had done that on purpose.) "As requested," he drawled, not even caring that the ice lolly in his mouth rather ruined the effect.

Thomas' chuckled, appreciating the prank as it was meant, and pulled a wrapped ice lolly from the box. "If you would kindly refresh the spell on my– OhGod!" he gasped as Loki immediately reached behind the mortal and cupped his hanging sack.

Loki smirked as he refreshed the spell protecting Thomas' seed from the cold. "Anything you ask for, my Thomas," he murmured.

"Minx," Thomas returned, voice fond, before he pulled back, completely withdrawing from Loki, who couldn't hold back a whimper at the loss, as nice as it was to give his body a moment to cool back down. "I know," Thomas murmured, pressing a kiss to Loki's knee before pressing the ice lolly against the opening of Loki's cunt.

When Loki tried pushing against the treat so it would enter him, it was pulled away. "Thomas," he growled in warning.

Thomas' eyes were dancing as they peeked up at Loki's irritated expression before returning to where he was teasing the Jötunn. "Sorry," he offered, sounding anything but. He stuck the ice lolly into his mouth and sucked on it for a moment, watching Loki's darkening glare the entire time, then pulled it out and said, "Let me make it up to you," and leaned down to take Loki's cock into his cold mouth.

Loki arched up into him, then cried out and dug his fingers into the fabric of the couch as the ice lolly slipped into his cunt, soothing away any hint of burn. "Norns," he gasped, the ice lolly falling from his own mouth and settling against his throat. "Oh fuck. Damn you and your talented– Ah!"

Thomas' eyes were glinting, caught on Loki's as he fucked him with the ice lolly. He raised his head until his lips were barely encasing the head of Loki's cock, then firmly pressed his tongue against Loki's slit.

Loki's hips jerked up, forcing his cock back into the mortal's mouth and sending the box of ice lollies tumbling to the floor, wrappers crinkling quietly as a few fell out and rolled under the coffee table.

Thomas pulled off Loki and tutted. "Look at the mess you've made."

Loki closed his eyes and sucked in a breath as Thomas pulled the treat from his cunt. "I hate you so much."

Thomas chuckled and slipped a hand under Loki's arse, boosting him up slightly so he could push a pillow under him. "You love it," he corrected before gently pushing the ice lolly against Loki's sphincter. Loki groaned as the treat slipped into him, cold and perfect.

Thomas kept going until it was all the way inside, Loki's sphincter closing tight around the stick, which Thomas then withdrew. "Better?" he asked as he licked the stick.

Loki felt cold and full, as though he'd partaken of a Jötunn lover again, though he'd sworn he never would after the way he and Angrboða had parted. It was not unpleasant, and he relaxed into the sensation, picking up his fallen ice lolly and pressing it into the centre of Thomas' chest. He gave a subtle shudder at the chill and raised one eyebrow, expression curious. "It is," Loki finally allowed, "but it's not what I came here for." He slipped the ice lolly back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks in a reminder of Thomas' earlier tease, then trailed sticky fingers down his body and wrapped them around his cock.

Thomas' eyes darkened. "No," he agreed, voice gone rough, "I don't suppose it is."

And then the mortal was inside Loki again, the heat of his cock burning Loki's cunt and the skin separating him from the inserted ice lolly. The stark contrast in temperatures had Loki howling with pleasure, reaching for Thomas' arms so he could pull the mortal down against him and feel the heat of him against his chest and abdomen, while the ice lolly chilled his spine.

Thomas chuckled breathlessly against Loki's throat, licking a stripe of heat over the bob of his throat. One of his hands ran lightly up Loki's side and along his arm to where the hand not roughly stroking at his own cock had gripped the couch hard enough to rip the fabric. The mortal slipped his fingers between Loki's palm and the ripped fabric, pressing against his skin until Loki finally gave in with a whimper and transferred his grip, their fingers falling naturally into a lover's grip.

"Come on," Thomas gasped, his other hand tightening against Loki's hip. "Come on."

Loki gave himself one last stroke before letting go, spilling between them even as his muscles clamped tight around both Thomas' cock and the ice lolly within him.

Thomas groaned and managed one last thrust before he was filling Loki with his seed, body-hot and only comfortable because Loki's passage was already warmed by the mortal's cock.

"I h-hah-te you," Loki gasped as Thomas withdrew at last, the warmth of him quickly chased away by the ice lolly still held in Loki's arse.

Thomas leaned up and kissed him, squeezing the hand still wrapped with his. "I know you do," he whispered before licking around Loki's mouth. "Did you eat my ice lolly?"

Loki honestly had no idea what had happened to the treat after Thomas finally gave him what he wanted, so he shrugged and turned to peek over the edge of the couch, where the fallen box still lay. "There are more."

"Yes, but that one was mine," Thomas complained, even as he leaned down and made quick work of shoving the fallen treats back in the box. He kept out two, which he started unwrapping while requesting, "Put that back in the freezer?"

Loki snorted, but did so. Given that his reward was one of the ice lollies and the heat of Thomas laying against him for the next couple hours, he supposed it was a fair trade.

Days:
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
16 - In a Public Place ||| 17 - Chains ||| 18 - Bathing ||| 19 - Outdoors ||| 20 - Bloodplay
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

.