Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS!, M/M
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Nightly Urges
Loki was in a whole new level of hell Dante hadn't even had the ability to imagine in his Divine Comedy. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. And worst of all, he had to pretend he was perfectly fine when all he wanted was to claw his own skin off because it felt like it was on fire. Thor was an oaf but even he noticed something was wrong with his precious little brother. Loki was getting irritated with the man's pestering and attention. He knew Thor was only worried for him but if he said he was fine then he was god damn fine! He was lying of course but it wasn't like he could tell the other god the truth…. It was too embarrassing and it wasn't like Thor could do anything about it. Not to mention Loki perfectly imagined the other looking at him like he was an animal because he couldn't control himself. It wasn't his fault that he had Jotun blood flowing through his veins! It wasn't his fault that during a certain time of the year he was in heat! He didn't want Thor to push him away, not now that he'd finally began to forgive him for his transgressions of the past. Yep, Loki was in hell and he was burning up.
He couldn't even distract his wanton mind with books because concentrating was an impossible task. This torture usually lasted for a week and in the past he always found some excuse to be on his own while he suffered through the torment. He never dared to vent his lust on anyone in the Asgardian court since they were oh so found of gossip, especially when the renegade prince was the topic, and Loki didn't want to be treated like a freak. Contrary to popular belief he had tried very hard to fit in but he was too different. Even his tricks had been a way for him to interact with people and had been simply amusing at the start, that is before he realized no matter how hard he tried he would still be an outcast and they began to turn nasty. Well, he couldn't repair those burned bridges now and he wasn't all that bothered by it. The only approval he actually wanted was Thor's and now he had it again. He wasn't about to jeopardise that by confiding in him about his animalistic urges. He desperately wished he'd made his escape while he'd had the chance but Thor was as hard headed as ever. He wanted to visit Midgard and he wanted Loki to accompany him, mostly because there were still a considerable amount of people in Asgard who wanted to dance on his grave. He'd tried to make excuses and come up with urgent tasks which needed his imminent attention but Thor's mind was set so here he was, trying to control his ragged breathing while sleep eluded him yet another night.
He threw the covers off of him, the thin material too heavy on his over-sensitive skin. He rolled into a ball, trying to physically hold himself together while his blood turned to liquid fire. As a creature of the cold, the heat was all the more excruciating and he bit hard on his lower lip to hold a pained groan inside. He didn't dare make any noise since the other Avenger was sleeping in the adjacent bed. He didn't particularly care if the humans discovered his secret but they would tell Thor surely and that he did care about. Fortunately his brother wasn't residing at the Stark tower, preferring to seek the company of the woman scientist. Either way, there wasn't enough room for him there since the tower was under construction, having sustained a substantial amount of damage during one of the last fights against some villain or other. It was why Loki was forced to share a room with the mortal soldier. He knew Stark was also somewhere in the building and so was Banner. The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were on a mission or something, he'd honestly been distracted when Steve explained the situation to Thor. He hoped Rogers was a heavy sleeper because it was becoming more and more difficult to keep back his moans and his fingers began trailing lower down his trembling body as if with a mind of their own. If he just found a little relief then maybe he could finally sleep for a little while and that would give him the strength to see this week through… He was at day three so he was almost half way through! The thought filled him with dread rather than relief.
His biggest fear was that it would be impossible for him to hold back once he gave into his nightly urges. No matter how heavy a sleeper Steve was he would wake up to catch him doing something far too embarrassing but Loki was going out of his mind. It took all his strength just to grasp desperately at the sheets so he would hold back his hands. He held like that for what felt like a small eternity but what was no more than five minutes. Each second passing by was pure agony and fresh perspiration drenched Loki's pale skin. He was frankly surprised when the water didn't evaporate and turn to mist… Finally he admitted defeat and unclasped one hand, letting go of the creased sheets. He had his back turned to the human and he twisted his head into the pillow, hoping it would muffle any noise which dared filter by the defence of his clenched teeth. His fingertips moved reluctantly over the quivering muscles of his lean stomach and it was enough for his breathing to quicken. He was grateful Tony lent him a pair of loose fitting trousers since he could just slip his fingers past the slack waistband of the material and he bit on the pillow when the tip touched his hardened member. His eyes screwed shut as he began moving his hand across his length, feeling pleasure so acute it was painful course through his nerves like jolts from Thor's lightning strikes.
'Loki?...' The god froze, his eyes snapping open with cold panic. He tried to search his mind for a good excuse but he was still dizzy from unspent lust and his body was still yearning for relies. 'I can go for a walk if you want…' He heard Steve shuffle, getting out of bed, and his breath caught in his throat. Of course the benevolent captain would offer to give him some space… The guys had a real deeply rooted hero complex! Loki tried to chuckle but it came out as more of a groan, the amused noise warped by desire.
'No…' He didn't know why he was doing this and knew full well he was not doing the smart thing but Loki suddenly realized his hand would never be enough to quench his hunger. He needed to feel powerful hands hold him down while their owner fucked him into oblivion. He forgot all about his fear of Thor finding out and he rolled onto his back, his half-lidded eyes resting on Steve's incredulous ones.
'No?' Steve swallowed, suddenly realizing his mouth was bone dry. He couldn't help running his eyes over Loki's dishevelled body, taking in the heaving chest and the rutting hips with the pants hanging low down them. They barely hid anything and Loki's hand was resting heavily on his stomach, barely an inch from the noticeable erection. As soon as he realized what he was doing, Steve hastily returned his eyes to Loki's, noticing how dark they were and how deep the blush across his cheeks was. It stood out so nicely on the white skin… Loki was like a perfect impression of anyone's dirtiest dream and Steve felt his breathing become more laboured.
'I need your help. I can't hold back anymore…' Loki moaned with desire, his fingers twisting into the sheets again while his hips bucked once in search of any kind of friction. 'It's burning me up… So much heat….' His eyes closed heavily, a pained frown creasing his braw, while he twisted his head and forced more strands of black hair to fall into his eyes. 'Please…'
'Loki…' Steve realized he was nearing Loki only when he was about to climb over the panting trickster. He had one knee resting on the edge of the bed when he paused, wondering if he wasn't making a huge mistake.
'Please… Touch me….' And just like that, his mind was made up. Steve climbed over Loki, his powerful built boxing the needy one under him, and he looked into Loki's swimming eyes. Without hesitation, Loki craned his neck and pressed his lips to Steve's devouring them hungrily. It didn't take a lot of coaxing before Steve was persuaded into opening his mouth and twisting his tongue with Loki's, eagerly swallowing every moan which rolled down the silver tongue. He felt Loki buck his hips demandingly and he complied by enclosing the neglected member with his large fingers, picking up where the god of chaos left off before he was interrupted. Loki gasped and twisted his head away from Steve's, pleasure morphing his features into something which had Steve yearning to see more.
Steve didn't bother teasing the man since he could see how far gone Loki was. Postponing his climax would be torture and Steve didn't find pleasure in causing the man pain… That wasn't his style. He quickly moved his palm across the length, drawing all manner of delicious sounds out of Loki's mouth and with each movement the hips bucked harder into his hand, almost doing all the work themselves. Loki reached to claw weakly at Steve's shoulders, managing only to grasp at the material of his tight tee-shirt instead, and the soldier felt a lukewarm substance coat his fingers. The hips stilled and the room was filled with the sound of Loki's breathless panting. Steve was about to remove his hand when the hips twitched and with widening eyes he realized the god was still hard. He glanced down at his hand, needing visual confirmation, but his sense of touch hadn't deceived him. He glanced back at Loki to find him just as needy as before and he was drawn into another hungry kiss by the restless fingers winding around his neck. Not knowing what else to do, Steve began moving his hand once more, feeling as Loki's hips bucked with more and more impatience into his hand just like before and hearing how he became more and more vocal again. Like the first time, it didn't take long for Loki to climax and Steve was certain this was the end but he was wrong. He could only gawk at the man below him when he realized the organ between his fingers was just as stiff as before even if Loki came twice.
'Not enough… Need more…' Steve was beginning to realize he might have bit off more than he could chew but it wasn't like he could walk away and leave Loki writhing on the bed like a fish on a hook. At this point he was fully aroused as well and he doubted he could say no to the god even if Loki had the will power to change his mind. He felt nails dig into his shoulder blades, through the thin material of his top, and he was spurred into action. He left a quick, wet kiss on the trickster's yearning mouth before trailing his lips down the arched throat to bite and suck on the skin there. Loki clawed at his back and he heard the shirt tear but he wasn't bothered. He had plenty to spear though he had no idea how he was going to explain to Tony how he'd managed to tear one of his borrowed tee-shirts while supposedly asleep…
Steve used his free hand to pry Loki's pants off, the god gratefully kicking the itching material away from him, before returning his mouth back to the pulsing jugular. He felt Loki coat his hand with yet more seed but this time he didn't stop his rough hand jerks. Loki opened his legs for him, letting him slide easily between them so their bodies pressed closer together, and he wound them around his waist. Steve delved his tongue in the centre of the other man's collarbone, nipping along the bone until he reached Loki's shoulder. He could tell Loki was becoming impatient for more and he winced when the god scraped along his back hard enough to break the skin. While kissing under Loki's ear, feeling him shiver when his lips touched what appeared to be a sweet spot, he moved his hand past the unyielding erection and along the curve of the man's ass. When he rubbed a teasing circle around the rim of Loki's entrance he felt the hips buck hard enough they nearly threw him off the bed. Clearly Loki was more than ready for him to touch that part of him and Steve felt the legs widen even further for him in a beautiful display of elasticity.
His fingers were more than sufficiently coated with Loki's repeated releases and when he began pushing inside the tight ring of muscles it opened for him with obscene ease. He wanted to go slow and give Loki time to adjust to the sensation of being penetrated but his finger slipped inside before he managed to stop it. Loki arched below him while a loud moan reverberated from deep within his chest. Steve was a patient man but seeing such a breath taking display of debauchery was enough to make even the most level headed of men abandon their inhibitions. He began moving his finger in and out of Loki, searching along the fleshy walls for the eluding prostate. The legs wound around his waist tightened their hold on him and he felt Loki's heels dig into his sides, provoking Steve to speed up his thrusts and add a second finger. When he began stretching the digits apart in scissoring motions Loki clawed off the last of his shirt and Steve was glad the man wasn't doing that to his skin. He never would have imagined the cool and sarcastic Loki was capable of being so feral.
Finally Steve couldn't think he could hold back his own carnal desire any longer. He removed his fingers and freed his cock from its confinements, moving so the tip would nudge Loki's entrance. The trickster bit his lip and moaned his name, eyes silently imploring him to ravish him. Steve grasped Loki's bucking hips firmly and pushed all the way in with one strong roll of his own hips. Once in he had to pause for a moment, the sheer pleasure of having the hot flesh wrapped around him threatening to rob him of his sanity. He sucked in a cooling breath before Loki pulled him down into a sloppy kiss, letting their tongues snake around each other while he began to move. He felt the force of his thrusts rock the god's whole body and the sound of skin slapping skin was added to their decadent symphony. His lungs burned for air but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't control his breathing. He felt Loki all around him and he was in some sort of paradise. His length slid in and out of the welcoming tunnel and each movement made his vision go a little dimmer. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good during sex or the last time he had a partner who was as eager as Loki.
The god of lies couldn't remember his own name. He continued to chant Steve's, as if afraid that should he stop the man would disappear and take his pleasure with him, but he wasn't aware of what he was saying. The human rammed inside him like he was punishing him and Loki couldn't ask for a better reward. His nerves were buzzing and the burn was searing but it was no longer a torture. Loki knew that once he reached this climax he would finally find some much needed relief of the torture which had been haunting him for days. He curled his fingers in Steve's short blond hair and drew him close so he could suck his tongue inside his mouth. He felt Steve push the verbal muscle down his throat and he bucked harder against his vice-like hold. With each movement of their bodies his neglected member rubbed against Steve's abdomen and added yet more fuel to the growing inferno inside the pit of his stomach. He was so close he could practically taste his orgasm and Loki chased it with all the desperation of a dying man.
Steve felt Loki's muscles tighten their hold on him, clamping on his sensitive flesh. He groaned, letting his noise mingle with Loki's yell of pleasure in a lewd twist. His fingers dug harder into the angular hips, certain to leave bruises behind, as he felt the bubble of gathered pleasure burst with a definite pop. He had the sense to draw out of Loki just in time before ribbons of hot cum shot out over the god's heaving stomach. Steve crashed on the bed beside Loki, having to take a moment to calm himself after such a violent release. He'd never had to do that before… He was breathing as hard as after a training session with Natasha. It took him a while to turn and look at Loki only to discover the other was already asleep. He let his blue eyes wander over the trickster's calmed features, taking in the prominent dark circles under the closed eyelids. He'd noticed there was something wrong with Loki the moment he'd laid eyes on him but he never would have thought it was sexual frustration which kept the trickster up at night. Seeing Loki sleeping so peacefully brought a small smile to his lips and he sat up, with some difficulty. He looked at the mess they'd made and he doubted Loki would be happy to wake up covered in it. Fighting down the desire to curl down and copy Loki's example, he reached for the tattered shirt and began cleaning the god's skin.
Once done, Steve crumpled up the material and threw it in the bin by the door. Now he was going to have to explain to Tony while his shirt had completely vanished in the middle of the night…. He did not look forwards to that experience… He looked at his bed before glancing at Loki again. He wondered if the god would mind if he shared his bed. He decided to risk it and he reached for Loki's previously discarded blanket, drawing it over both their tired bodies. Loki unconsciously moved to accommodate him and Steve smirked softly when he felt one of the long legs slide in between his own. The bed was not large enough for them to avoid body contact but that was alright with the human.
Steve wound an arm around Loki's thin waist and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
Yep, Steve is in big trouble because when he tries to lie (badly) to Tony the next day about his missing shirt the genius asks Jarvis what really happened and well... That's how that cat gets out of that bag! XD
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