FIC: Sin With a Grin ~ Tom Hiddleston/Loki ~ 30 Day NSFW Challenge ~ Day 27

[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: Rough sex, off-screen attempted assassination, they deserve each other, PWP

A/N: Yeah, what the hel.

-Rough-

Loki smirked down at his opponent; another would-be assassin sent by whichever of his many enemies had discovered the realm he currently resided in. Usually, he liked to send the bodies back, but he wasn't sure there was enough left under the pile of construction pipes the fool had dropped on himself. (Given, he'd thought Loki was in the way, and he probably hadn't realised how prone to swinging the metal cords of Midgard actually were. Especially when Loki controlled the direction of the swing.)

Still, if he didn't at least attempt to clean it up, Thomas would be upset. And an upset Thomas was no fun for anyone. In Loki's experience.

So he sighed and expended a little more magic to vanish the body back to whoever had hired it, then fixed the fallen pipes.

With that all done, he returned to Thomas' current hotel room.

Thomas jumped off the bed, concern in his eyes as he looked Loki over. "What happened?" he demanded.

Loki was confused for a moment, but then Thomas was gently touching a healing cut along his jaw and Loki hissed in surprise. "Nothing important."

"Right." Thomas gave him a look, then leaned forward and kissed the wound.

The action gave birth to a complicated mix of irritation and fondness and disbelief and inexplicable rage, and Loki didn't know what to do for a moment. Then, quick as the snakes he liked to torment people with, he pushed Thomas face-first against the nearest wall, the human's hair tickling along the wound. "I'm not interested in gentle, mortal," he warned, because that was where the anger had come from. Thomas was often gentle, and while Loki bore it with fondness for this mortal who had gone above and beyond to heal his ruined heart, he had no interest in such kindness after he'd just crushed an enemy. Literally, in this case.

Thomas was tense for a moment before relaxing back against him. "Was that a threat, or a promise?" he enquired evenly.

Loki reached down and gripped the human's hip tight enough that Thomas gasped, one hand grabbing for the wall as though it would be his salvation. "Both," he decided.

One blue eye peeked back at him even as Thomas' rear pressed against Loki's pelvis, bringing his interest to life with a roar. "Am I to be punished for my misbehaviour?" he wondered, his voice honeyed in a way that he'd stolen from Loki.

Loki moved the hand on Thomas' hip to the front of his trousers, earning a needy moan from his mortal; proof that Thomas wasn't just offering himself up to sate Loki's sexual appetite, as he'd done a few times when he was still trying to repair Loki's sharp edges. With the assurance, Loki pushed away any thought of holding back and snarled, "Absolutely," in Thomas' ear, before waving a hand to clear the laptop and script off the bed. "I shall make you howl, so every other resident of this building is aware that you have transgressed."

Thomas shuddered. "You're going to get me into so much trouble," he whispered.

Loki chuckled, voice pitched low. "Oh no, my mortal. This trouble you have made for yourself." He pulled Thomas away from the wall and shoved him over to the bed, still pressing against his back. "Tell me I can destroy your garments."

Thomas shuddered again. "Since when have you needed my permission?"

Loki smirked. "I don't," he replied before taking the bottom hem of Thomas' shirt between his hands and tearing it with a particularly strong yank. (And maybe a little spark of magic to get it started, because Loki was not, thankfully, a brute.)

Thomas let out a breathless laugh and pushed his rear to Loki's crotch again. "Are you done proving your physical strength? Can you just vanish everything now?"

"Impertinent," Loki snarled as he motioned to vanish both of their clothing.

"Learned from the best," Thomas quipped before letting out a whimper as Loki bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

Loki licked over the wound, letting his lover's shuddering breath be the only sound between them for one long moment.

Then, without giving even a hint of warning, he shoved Thomas' upper body down towards the bed with one hand, the other casting a quick spell to keep him from truly hurting the mortal. Before Thomas could catch his breath around his grunt of surprise, Loki was breeching him, the spell causing his muscles to relax and stretch with only a fraction of the pain he should have suffered from the unforgiving entrance.

Beneath Loki, Thomas cried out, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. He fisted his hands in the boring hotel sheets, hiding his face away from Loki, as though ashamed.

Loki pressed against Thomas' back and nipped at the skin around his previous bite mark. "Shall I attempt to break the bed?" he murmured.

Thomas' breath hitched with a laugh. "Only if you fix it later." His voice was shaky, but not quite to the point that Loki had long marked as his having gone too far.

Loki straightened and looked down at where they were connected. "I do what I want, Thomas," he reminded the mortal before he started fucking him far harder than he ever would have without the spell in place. Hard enough that even an Asgardian would have felt the ache.

Thomas moaned into the sheets, his stance widening ever so slightly. One of his hands unclenched from the sheets to reach back and wrap around the wrist of the hand Loki had latched around his hip tight enough to bruise. When he made to ease the pressure, Thomas squeezed his wrist, a silent signal for him to leave it there.

"Masochist," Loki spat, even as he tightened his grip. His other hand, pressing against the middle of Thomas' back to keep him face-down against the sheets, slid up to the bite he'd left. He pressed his fingers against the centre of the mark.

Thomas cried out, his back bowing in an attempt to get away from the new source of pain. Loki allowed him the relief, instead dragging his nails down the mortal's back to watch it bend the other way.

When Loki's nails reached the human's tailbone, he slipped his hand around to squeeze his other hip, wringing a whimper out of the mortal between the grunts and groans he was muffling against the bed. Then Loki moved that hand down to wrap against Thomas' leaking member and there, there, was the howl he'd been aiming for. Loud enough to echo ever so slightly off the bare sections of wall.

Certainly loud enough to disturb a couple of their neighbours. Which was exactly what Loki wanted.

Thomas howled again when he released, though he largely managed to muffle it with the sheets, that time. (Loki was only a little disappointed; he knew how Thomas felt about disturbing other people unnecessarily.)

Loki came to the sound of someone pounding on their door. He gave himself a moment's pause, then pulled out of Thomas – causing the mortal to let out a broken whimper – and stalked over to the door. A glance through the little peephole showed the interruption to be who he expected, so he didn't bother opening the door to announce, "He's not dead. Fuck off."

"Dammit, Loki," Luke complained through the door. "I know you're capable of keeping things quiet."

"Capable, certainly, but uninterested."

Through the peephole, Loki watched Luke rub at his face before throwing up his hands in defeat and walking away.

Victorious, Loki returned to his mortal. Thomas had climbed up onto the bed, the comforter kicked off in a heap, and was watching Loki through reddened eyes. The bite on his shoulder was bright and painful-looking, and Loki was immediately filled with regret for the pain he'd caused.

He climbed onto the bed and brushed one hand up Thomas' leg and side, fingers tingling with magic meant to seek out and heal the aches and wounds he'd caused. Thomas let out a quiet breath of relief and Loki bit back a curse. "Apologies, Thomas," he murmured as he laid down next to him.

Thomas snorted. "For tormenting Luke? I'm not the one you need to be apologising to."

Loki rolled his eyes and gently touched the faint scar his magic couldn't quite remove from Thomas' shoulder. "For causing you pain."

Thomas caught Loki's hand in his own and brought it over to kiss his knuckles. "Hey. I cajoled you. Stop taking all the credit for my bad decisions."

Loki took the olive branch, as intended. "You admit it was a bad decision."

The mortal grinned and leaned forward to kiss Loki's jaw, reminding him about the cut he'd never bothered healing. "Most of them are, when you're involved. It's a particular power you have."

Loki smirked and nipped his nose. "I know," he confided before swallowing the loud laugh Thomas let loose.

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

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