First Time. Part 2
NSFW⚠️Explicit. Anal Masturbation. Eavesdropping. Loki puts his purchase to good use. Part 2/2
Loki tosses his keys onto the table haphazardly.The light flicks on automatically. He doesn't have a curfew, but he knows damn well that Bayonetta and Jeanne will have questions about his whereabouts so late at night. But no one's here.
"That traffic was a pain in the arse." He sighs, half parts relieved to be home and equal parts annoyed it took that long to get back home. It took twice the amount of time to come back than it did to leave. Loki huffs as he unloads his small cargo onto a chair near the dining room table, kicking his sneakers off to the side. A souvenir falls from one of his shopping bags. "That's for Jeanne...." he mumbles, leaning over and picking up the small bottle of perfume. Just in case his mothers need proof he went to the event in the first place, which he almost forgot about in his efforts to buy the main task at hand. But the god's gaze lingers over and spots a familiar pair of footwear--
"Shit, Luka's here?"
He must've taken a rideshare here cause his car wasn't outside. "When the hell was he supposed to be here?!" Loki whips out his phone. 9pm. Several missed calls. Some from Jeanne, two from Luka. The rest from Bayonetta. Shit.
Loki dashes upstairs and spots a light on in the guest room.
Knock knock knock.
"Come in."
Loki pokes his head through the crack of the door with a furrowed brow, eyes wide. Luka relaxes in bed tucked in under a bulky comforter, glasses low on his nose. There is a warm yellow glow in the mostly white room. He glances up at him after reading a few lines from his book and rests his gaze on the boy's crazed appearance. Silence lingers between them for a brief moment.
"Hey," Luka tilts his head a bit, as if to try and snap Loki out of it. He breaks the silence once more with a smirk, "You got busy in town, huh?"
Loki matches Luka's gaze down at the shopping bags also peeking through the door's opening, "Picked up a few things from the festival? You know Bayonetta was wondering when you'd get back home."
Loki blinks quickly, realizing he was staring at Luka for way too long. He pouts as he set the bags near the entrance.
"It was packed downtown. Where'd they go?"
"You know those two. Jeanne said they went to see that new film in Dunwich, but for all we know they could be at a five star hotel half across Europe. Wouldn't be the first time they've done it." Luka sets his book aside onto the nightstand. "All I can tell is that they're asking me to do more babysitting for the next while." He smiles a taunting smirk. Loki pouts.
"Heh, I see they're saving money by not hiring a professional." Loki returns an equally devious beam.
"Oh, please. How many guys can say they've ever watched over the God of Chaos? That in itself is a job and a half!"
Loki rolls his eyes. "Whatever, mate. I'm home safe, now. Why don't you head home?"
"Jeanne told me you attended the event with a friend today. I couldn't go even I wanted to. Got caught up with the Powers That Be when I came to visit, and got my car wrecked and towed. Could've used some godly powers that can revert things back to the way they once were. Anyway," Luka takes off his reading glasses and sets them on top of the book he set aside a moment ago. "Doesn't look like you got much, kid."
Loki feels his mind rush.
"S-sorry, mate. I'm done in. Getting back here was work. I'm going to shower and then pass out, so don't bother me."
"Alright, alright, get some rest." Luka shuffles under the sheets with a somewhat mocking voice. "If the girls aren't home in the morning, we can head out and get some breakfast. You can tell me about it then."
"Yeah..."
Loki closes the door slowly until it opens again suddenly, "Hey...I did get you this, though."
Luka watches Loki approach with something in his hand. Placing his hand out to recieve it, it was a small felt figurine of a cat with a close resembalance to Claire, one of Redgrave's cats at home. Loki almost seems to be avoiding eye contact as he hands it over, eyes darting away as if looking at something he shouldn't have.
"Aw, didn't know you were thinking about me. Thanks, kid."
"Just don't lose it. That was expensive."
"I'm sure it was. Go get some rest. You can show me the rest of your mini haul in the morning."
"It'll be a boring showcase, but sure. Don't worry about your car, by the way."
The journalist grabs the book from the nightstand, flicking open his glasses as he sets it atop the bridge of his nose, skimming through and finding the last page he was on. He then looks up at Loki warmly, "'Night, kid."
The door closes with a faint "g'night'", and the sound of shopping bags crinkling into the next few rooms over.
It's a little over 10:30. Luka's asleep around this time, right? It's been some time since they last slept under the same roof. "Damn it, if only he wasn't here right now." he curses. But it was worth seeing him those pajamas, giving him those unintentional bedroom eyes. For the past while, though, Loki's been laying in bed staring at the moon-lit ceiling for the past hour pretending to be asleep. He heard the door open once and footsteps enter the bathroom, but that was about 10 minutes ago. Maybe he knocked out by now? The urge to check overwhelms him and he pulls himself out of bed quietly. Stepping on the carpeted floor saves him some noise pollution as he cracks his door open and peeks into the hallway. A lightless black and a distant snore.
He sits back in bed. "Luka's asleep, he wouldn't hear me from all the way down there."
And now. At long last. The night he couldn't put off any longer. The bag aside his bed was full of everything he needed.
Two dildos, some stimulating lube, and bed protection.
He's done enough preparation to take care of himself. Loki closes his eyes firmly.
He massages his entrance with two fingers in a circular motion.
He's done this plenty of times in the past, but the anticipation of what's to come sends shivers throughout his body. His little fingers press further into his small hole and caresses his favorite spot. He tightens around his digits for a moment, sending a zap of pleasure up his chest. He stifles a moan with his other hand. Loki fingers himself more passionately as thoughts of Luka kissing his opening and using his tongue to loosen him up arise. Luka aiming at his favorite spots making his little body shudder and his voice whine. His fingers curve further into his body, deeper than he's ever gotten them before, bucking his hips as if riding something. Luka's confident and sultry smile lingers in his mind, and it drives him wild. In the guest room, Loki felt awful for undressing him with his eyes, but it was inevitable. Especially with his cleavage exposed from his sleepwear. He swears Luka dresses like that on purpose. Loki used to only use one finger, but considering the size of this thing, two's got to be the bare minimum to at least get the thinnest part in. His other hand massages his chest, then nipple, rubbing and plucking it causing him to be almost breathless. The foreplay has reached its climax.
"Shit, I need this now." Loki whispers desperately. He pulls his fingers out of himself, an erotic wetness recoils out of him.
He pulls out the smaller of the two boxes out from his bag. Loki nearly rips it apart trying to get it out of the packaging. And now, here it is. It's a lot bigger than he thought it would be in person. Weighty. It's much bigger
than his own three-piece set.
"Is it even gonna fit inside...?" Holding it with a firm grip. It's somewhat soft, maybe a little thicker than advertised, too. The suction cup feels a bit flimsy, but the detail on the shaft is almost hypnotising. The curve of the head, The veins on the length, the pair right below it. Loki scoffs at how...big it all is, and it'd be some kind of miracle if he could fit it inside at all.
It's tempting to just put it in his mouth and test his gag reflex, but he gets up and properly washes it in his bathroom.After dabbing the water and soap off, he climbs back in bed and admires
the head of the dildo for a moment. One could only assume a certain man is blessing- or plaguing -his mind right now. He tucks up to it as he has a tight grip on the base just above the balls, and hesitates before finally wrapping his warm mouth around the head, closing his eyes. It feels so erotic. This is the closest in his hundreds of years of living that he's ever given head. A little tongue drags along the underside of the shaft and up the head, trailing saliva behind it. As much of a novice he is at this he doesn't dare go down too far. It definitely doesn't taste like skin, but the veins and folds feel new inside of his throat. He can hear it. Luka moaning and telling him he's doing a great job, and then his head begins to move more enthusiastically. "Ah, good boy, Loki." Slurps echo into his room and are only drowned out by the whir of his fan on a low-medium power. Loki frees himself for a moment to catch his breath and then dives right back in, only this time his other hand is once again massaging his lubed up hole. His fingers tuck inside of him and prod around his favorite spots, forcing affectionate moans from this cute little magician performing his first trick. Before he knows it, he's already gulping down the toy further than he thought he could. He's lost in it. Loki feels the familiar sensual heat in his lower region burn up. Thoughts of Luka undoing Loki drives him over the edge. It's too much and he's had enough waiting.
There's no going back now. Loki's lithe body lays upon its side, hips perked just enough to have his hole angled with the dildo he was going ballistic on a moment ago. His breath slows. It pokes his entrance. It feels weird; soft and hard, though it's a welcome yet embarassing feeling. It's wet, maybe a little more lube than needed but it is his first time after all. Each time he pushes it in gently he can feel his hole tighten around it, somewhat pushing it out before it could really go in.
"C'mon..." he hisses at the dildo slipping out once again. Before he can even think it's too big, he finally feels something right. Unintentionally Loki holds his breath and feels it filling him up slowly. Suddenly it feels like the toy sinks inside of him. His bedroom eyes snap open from the mixture of pleasure and pain. A whine escapes openly. "Crap, that wasn't loud, was it?". He pulls the sex toy out of him again with a small gasp as he waits for the pain to fade out.
"Damn it, I only got the head in...?" his body shivers. The toy pushes back inside of himself and instead of the initial pain, it slides in a little easier this time. Loki closes his eyes with his jaw slightly agape. It feels as though he can't be stretched any further, and somehow the toy proves him wrong as it tapers more broadly out. Time felt like it was rushing and stopping at the same time. Loki couldn't tell if thoughts were stalled or at a full blown sprint against the corners of his mind. But the toy couldn't fit in any more. The magician's disappearing act had come to an end and fullness, or emptiness was the only thing Loki can clearly think of.
Panting even though he's just only now put it fully inside of himself. Is this what Luka would feel like if they were to...? Loki breathlessly gasps into his pillow, pulling the toy out of his entrance, but not enough to pull it out in its entirety. Loki pushes it back in what feels like even deeper than before with a small whine escaping. He repeats the motion, and each time feels like he's going deeper and deeper. He's gripping his pillow closer to his mouth with his nose poking out for air as he follows a steady rhythm.
"..." Pleasure starts overpowering his body and mind once he gets into it. It's so new. And deep inside of him. After this Loki knows he's a changed god; he can't go back to only his fingers anymore. This fullness entering and leaving his body repeatedly could get him addicted. Little moans emit from his covered mouth and pillow joined sound of his wet skin hitting the firmness of his hand and wrist. It's embarassing as hell.
"Hhah...uu...mmhh" Whines reverberate off the quietness in the room, and his eyebrows push down firmly. His breath is erratic and unsteady, and each time it slams further in he swears part of his mind is lost. The toy pulls out and he gasps for air, "H-ha..."
Now on his belly bent over, he angles the toy downwards and it slides in easily. His mind is so coddled in pleasure to the point where his mind feels that full emptiness again. Pure bliss and satisfaction. "Oh fuck...there..." he stiffens but his hand keeps moving, relentlessly pounding a sweet spot he never knew he had. He never wanted this feeling to end, and it was only amplified thinking of the man he has feelings for.
"L-Luka..." Loki tightly closed his eyes, mouth locked open in rapture. The sound of wet skin hurried alongside slow and hearty moans. "Luka... like that..."
"Huh. The girls must've gotten the door fixed. Finally, I was getting tired of that creaking sound." Luka scratched his side after a nice stretch. The sleep was even better, though. Too bad he had to get up and take a leak. The tired older man let out a yawn smacking his lips. Maybe he could ask Bayonetta where she got this mattress, or better yet, if she could just give it to him. It's way more comfortable than the brand he uses at his apartment. And who else is really a guest over at their giant home anyway more than he is?
Just before he could enter the bathroom, Luka stopped mid stride. He stayed as still as a statue, trying to get a better listen and make out what in the hell that sound is. The journalist listens further, but it doesn't take long for him to take a hint.
"Is that...? Nah, that really can't be what I'm hearing right now?" Redgrave thinks, but it sounds like a shout to him with his confusion. He quietly steps closer to Loki's room. It's in the direction of where he needs to go, anyway.
"...."
"Holy shit he's doing it."
Now, he knows better than to intrude like this. Poor kid is enjoying himself in private and he's unaware of this creep listening in on his alone time.
The sound of squelching and slapping pulls him in more like a magnet, though, and the little moans emitting from his room tie him in completely. Wait a second. What EXACTLY is he doing in there? Is there a girl in there with him? Or is that him...? Well there's no sound of a girl in there. As far as he can tell the girly voice in there IS Loki. His heart drops a second time.
Luka's mouth runs dry. The man leans against the door so quietly, pressing his ear as close as he can without a chance of making a sound. It's as clear as day.
Redgrave stands in the darkness listening to Loki in the privacy of his own room, and in there is the now unmistakeable sound of
masturbation.
"Kid's actually doing it..."Luka gives in to intruding on the little god. He expected Loki to stop as soon as he sensed him even approaching the door, but maybe, he figures, he's too engrossed in what he's doing right now to even detect him. Luka doesn't realize it but he thanks whatever deity out there for that. He's always had a feeling Loki wasn't straight. Couldn't tell you why he felt this way, but imagining what's happening in there doesn't sound heterosexual. Luka would know, after all.
"Kh...Ahh...! Ah!" Loki's moans become loud to the point where the eavesdropper doesn't even need to bank his head against the door. "L-Lukaaa!"
Did he just call me? He knows I'm here? The pleasured voice calls out Luka's name again.
Holy shit, this brat is moaning my name...!
The erotic sounds continue to melt into the quiet night and it's only deafened by the sound of Luka's heart beating in his head. The urge to use the bathroom is stomped out by an entirely different feeling pitching a tent in his pants.
"Damn, Loki...I'd go in there and help you but..." The peeping tom's voice fades out in his own head, unsure of why he'd not just go in there to 'help' him. Not sure if he's able to handle his size? Doesn't want to embarass him? Hell, maybe because it's a perverted thing to do? He won't have the answer to it. Loki has feelings for the one and only great Luka, and this is how he discovers it? Those moments of the god trying to spend more time with him and the long gazes suddenly averted does make a lot more sense now. Shit, had he have known sooner. Thinking about that with the sound of his meek voice calling out to him perks up lustful feelings in return. How big is the toy he's using? Can't be any bigger than the length I have, he thinks. What a sight that'd be...watching him move up and down on his... Luka breathes heavily.
Redgrave props himself against the nearby wall and closes his eyes, opening the entrance to both his pajama pants and boxers and pulling out his 8 inch jaw breaker.
The first timer is no longer on his bed and on the hardwood floor, putting the suction cup to work. His breath is hoarse and needy, on the cusp of releasing something. "I'm gonna...augh...!" Loki's moans reverberate off the walls, and he feels his orgasm push out of him with an intensity he's never felt before. He tries to hold his voice back, but little does he know there's no point in it. Loki's body shudders as he strokes his member while still on the sex toy, his mind running on fumes from the overwhelming sensation.
He pulls off of the dildo with a gasp. The mini god doesn't take more than two steps before he plops back onto his bed, exhausted and utterly satisfied. "H-holy shit...that w-was..."
Scrambled eggs, bacon, and grits filled two plates atop the kitchen table. The unignorable scent filled the air, and it was only a matter of time before Loki woke up and came downstairs. And like magic, the sound of his door was already creeking through the hallway upstairs.He pulls off of the dildo with a gasp. The mini god doesn't take more than two steps before he plops back onto his bed, exhausted and utterly satisfied. "H-holy shit...that w-was..."
"'Morning, Kid."
"G'Morning..." Loki yawns with a larger than life stretch. He shakes himself awake while heading to the refrigerator for the jug of orange juice.
"You look well rested. Almost forgot you were even here."
"You? I live here!" Loki scoffs with a half-assed smile. He pours a small amount of OJ into a glass for himself, then one for Luka.
"But yeah, I slept well. What about you?"
"Perfectly! I swear Bayonetta and Jeanne have to tell me where they got that mattress. It's like sleeping on a cloud." Luka swigs some orange juice.
Loki nods and sits in front of the plate where he normally sits. "Thanks for the breakfast, mate."
Luka sips and gives him a thumbs up. "I thought you probably wouldn't want to walk all the way to the restaurant down the street after all that walking you did yesterday. I can cook up a better batch of eggs than those guys, anyway."
Loki nods, "Well, then. Maybe you got them beat with the eggs, but what about their hashbrowns? No one so far's been able to top them."
Luka chuckles setting the now empty glass down. "Is that your way of getting me to make those for you? Sorry, it's not gonna work this time."
It wouldn't be the first time he's done that to get a little extra out of a meal. The pair eat some of the food in the morning quiet.
"Hey," Loki plays with his food for a moment, "you didn't hear anything weird last night, did you?" Loki scoops up some of the eggs and mixes it into his grits. Luka's brow furrows. "No, what kind of noise are you talking about?"
"...Nothing. I thought I heard something myself, but I couldn't be bothered to check it out."
"Oh, really." Luka asks flatly. "Bayonetta and Jeanne told me they won't be home 'till another day or two, so I'll keep my ear out for it in the next few nights, alright?"
"N-no, don't sweat it, mate. I was just wondering if you heard something at all."
"Cheeky little hornball. I know exactly what you heard last night."Luka sneers. "I won't lose sleep over it, then. Hey, why don't you tell me about the festival yesterday?"
The two chat about Vigrid's festival, and how horrible the crowds and traffic were. Loki doesn't forget about the car repairment, either. Life goes on as if last night's erotic escapade never happened. Only one of them knows both of their secrets.
First Time Part 2
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