antoine x loki smut, don't like don't read.
"I have to admit, you weren't who I was expecting."
As he heard those words, having barely passed the threshold into the room, Antoine couldn't help but smile.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Loki?" he said, smiling oh-so-innocently. "How've you been?"
"I think you already know the answer," Loki replied, gesturing to his surroundings. Despite the dismal scene, and the clattering of chains as he pointedly shook his hands, the noirette still kept the devilish smirk painted across his face. "What're you doing here?"
Mockingly, Antoine returned the phrase. "I think you already know the answer." He grinned, traipsing over to the sofa and dropping onto the cushion beside where Loki sat stretched out. "Mr Oriflamme."
"Enlighten me, then," Loki said, feigning cluelessness.
Sure, Antoine saw through his façade, but he still gave the answer nonetheless. "Luca wanted negotiations with the all the senates after the recent incidents concerning the hellfire witch. You, however, asked specifically to settle things with the De Sade's. I wonder why that could be, hm?"
"And yet, still, you came," Loki pointed out, waving a hand at him, "so I was right to do so."
"What can I say?" Antoine shrugged, shifting a little closer to the other. One elbow leaning on the back of the sofa, he rested his head on his palm, flashing a subtly devious smirk at the other. "Last time we had to negotiate was a success."
"Exploiting my loneliness and desperation for intimacy, I see," Loki said, his words absolutely not matching the smugness of his expression. "How rude."
"Exactly." Antoine winked, giving a quick glance over his shoulder. "How long have we got?"
"Luca is visiting at half past four," Loki answered, pulling himself up onto his knees and sliding his tongue over his fangs. "You have thirty-five minutes."
Devilishly, Antoine smiled, and leant forward, shoving his knee into the other's crotch. Loki barely flinched.
"I can be done in ten," he whispered into his ear, before grabbing a handful of Loki's hair and yanking him sideways, until their faces were a mere inch apart.
Without a second of vacillation, and with an eager smirk donning his lips, Loki leant up, their lips meeting passionately. It took less than a second before the kiss turned from heated to straight up rough. Antoine's tongue quickly won the battle for dominance, his fangs sliding over Loki's tongue and making the other shudder.
Pulling away – a loose strand of saliva connecting the kiss for a millisecond – Loki kept his eyes shut, jerking his head backwards as Antoine lined his neck with kisses. Then, he began to suck, and Loki didn't spare a moment to think about how Luca might react to seeing a hickey there.
A moment later, Loki grabbed a fistful of Antoine's hair, the heat between him riling him up and making him crave something more. With his pants tighter than he remembered them being before, the noirette buried his face in Antoine's neck, sliding his tongue over the tender, soft skin; just above the main vein. He could feel the blood pulsing through, enticing him further.
When Antoine's hand slid into Loki's hair, running his fingers through the already slightly dishevelled locks, he nodded. And Loki promptly took that as his invitation, as he sunk his fangs deep past the skin of Antoine's neck. Admittedly, the actual taste of his blood wasn't anything too special, but the sensation of drinking it from this person – whose bulging crotch dug into his thigh, and whose kiss still left his lips tingling – was positively divine. Euphoric. Orgasmic, even.
(But that wasn't quite yet.)
Only when Antoine began to waver did Loki finally pull away, his tongue gliding over the beads of blood which formed at the site of the wound. The taste was fresh in his mouth, and although it probably hurt a little, Antoine's face was still in delight, his cheeks flushed a deep red; his breaths uneven. A distorted smirk began to tug at Antoine's lips as he slipped a hand into Loki's pants, his fingers circling the outline of his crotch through his under.
"Now it's my turn to negotiate," Antoine said, swallowing thickly. His voice was hoarse, and low, which only turned Loki on more, as his hot breath tickled his inner ear. Forcefully, Antoine shoved the other backwards, his head hitting the cushions with a thud.
With his hand still stuck in Loki's underwear, teasing him but only denying him further action, Antoine slowly crawled on top of him. He dug his hips into the other's, sliding hand up his neck and into his hair before leaning down and planting his lips onto Loki's again. Smirking into the kiss, Loki managed to haul his upper body upwards, just enough to fling his shackled arms over Antoine's neck. The chains dug into the back of Antoine's neck, earning him a strained exhale and then a suppressed huff.
"I see those chains do come in handy," Antoine whispered, his hand sliding past the barrier of Loki's underwear and tightly grabbing his member.
Loki winced internally, but he didn't let it show. "Sometimes, yes."
His hand unravelling from Loki's hair, Antoine took no time hesitating before sliding the other's pants past his waist. Lifting up his robe, he quickly slipped down his underwear, grinding his exposed member over Loki's entrance. The other visibly squirmed, but continued smirking, as Antoine seductively covered his fingers in saliva. Once they were wet, he lowered them, sliding them over Loki's entrance.
"Do it," Loki whispered, forcing himself not to sound as breathless as he felt. "I dare you."
Grinning, Antoine did exactly as he'd been instructed, roughly digging his fingers into the other's rear until his fingers slipped inside him, all at over. Loki squirmed, and dug his fangs until his lower lip until he tasted blood, but he didn't make any sounds, other than strained moans and exasperated inhales.
Every time Antoine's fingers discovered a new angle, he would flinch, before a new, subtly different expression morphed across his face. Loki huffed, swallowing thickly, as the desire to just go all the way became unbearable. But he wouldn't beg; he had too much pride for that.
"Enough," he said, his throat tightening as Antoine rammed his fingers deeper inside him.
"What's the magic word?" Antione winked, flashing that obnoxious but dangerously sexy grin.
"Please," Loki muttered, trying his best to mask the desperation with bitterness, and sarcasm.
Whether Antoine actually bought it or not, he couldn't care later. Because, a second later, he did exactly as he'd been asked, sliding his fingers out from Loki's entrance. Then, with the chains still buried deeply in his neck, he thrust inside Loki, not sparing a single second for gentleness or build up.
"Ngh…" Loki grunted, unable to fight back the moans which followed, as Antoine began rhythmically sliding in and out of him, their hips moving together perfectly in sync. Their faces both flushed a deep red, beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads.
The heat between them was almost unbearable; not to mention that little extra created by the friction of the intercourse, and the intense breathing neither of them could escape.
At one point, when Antoine's position changed just slightly, Loki knew he'd hit the spot, letting out an orgasmic cry. He shuddered, cringing internally at the thought of anyone walking in and seeing him moan like a horny teenage girl losing her virginity. But that didn't stop him, as he ground his fingers into Antoine's neck, and pulled the chains even tighter.
Loki wasn't sure how long they went on like that for before their efforts began slowing. Antoine's breathing became shallower, and Loki smirked at the thought that he was getting close.
He thrusted again, this time letting out a low grunt. Antoine shuddered from above him, biting his lower lip until he drew blood before leaning down again. His lips placed on the other's, Loki took no time to waste before sliding a tongue into his mouth, sucking the blood from the wound. The heat continuing to mount, for a moment, Loki thought his face might burn off. His erection continued to throb, especially when Antoine's hand wrapped around it, pumping every time he forced himself deeper inside him.
"Wait for me," Antoine whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Loki, in the heat of everything, wasn't sure how long he could actually wait. But it wasn't long, because less than a minute later, Antoine froze, his eyes rolling near the back of his head.
The second he came inside Loki, Loki came, the white, sticky product of their business squirting all over Antoine's hand.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. Instead, they remained totally still, panting and gasping for air, before meeting eyes. And as if nothing had even happened between them, Loki flashed that devilish smirk, Antoine pulling out of him as he licked his lips.
After wiping his hand on the side of Loki's blanket, the other pulled himself out of the restraints of the chains, pulled up his underwear, and placed the cloak back over his front. With a satisfied huff, and wipe of the hands, Antoine brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead, before glancing down at Loki.
"You might not want to present yourself to Luca in such a state," he suggested, a mocking smirk to go with it.
"Luca won't know what went on here," Loki said with a shrug, pulling his pants back over his crotch and tossing the soiled blanket over the edge of the sofa.
"Veronica will no doubt have guessed," Antoine said, picking up what little paperwork he'd brought with him – a cover, in a sense, for what they'd really do. "She might not ask, though. She'll be too busy telling Domi and I about the details of her encounters with Marquis Machina."
"Politically corrupt sex runs in the family, I see." Loki raised an eyebrow. He shuffled the pillow behind him, before folding his arms behind his head as far as the shackles would allow him. "Next time Luca tells me to help, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you."
"I know you will," Antoine said, spinning on his heel and walking towards the door. "Or else our negotiations might turn a little harsher."
As Antoine left, Loki couldn't help but chuckle to himself, and murmur, "I wouldn't mind that either."