for halfassed

[dreamsofpoison]

Just how and why Loki was back on Earth was a mystery. There had been no communication from Thor any Asgardian representatives. It wasn't obvious that Loki was back, in fact, his presence could have gone unnoticed if not for, well, mischief.

He'd somehow taken something belonging to one Clint Barton. Something very dear to him. His bow. Said bow now sat on a mantel above the fireplace in his current residence. It was a stone and log cabin. Lodge would be a more appropriate description. Logs make up A frame structures to support the roof. They also provide an excellent place to suspend someone from. Which inevitably happened when Barton followed the little trail of bread crumbs to find his bow and ultimately, Loki.

He's suspended near the fireplace, which is lit. Turned so he can see his bow sitting there on the mantel. He's hung high enough his toes barely brush the ground and apparently Loki took great care in securing his wrists in a specific type of cuff. The kind that would ensure he could keep him there for quite some time without much damage to his hands or wrists. He was stripped of his weapons and all his clothes save for his pants. Hence why he choose the beam close to the fire. It was the dead of winter outside.

As for Loki himself, he stood by the window, watching the snow fall and waiting for the subtle signs his captive has awoken. He's far removed from the armor and leather of before. Instead he's in simple mortal clothes but they still had a certain Loki-esque flair to them.

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Honestly surprised by Loki's lunge, but he doesn't fight back. He lets Loki pin him, goes limp underneath him. He's naked, now, the towel having fully fallen off of him. Obvious that he's hard. But his gaze is firm, cool.

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Even if Clint's not struggling, he still puts a hand on his throat to keep him still. His other hand goes back to Clint's cock to guide it inside him. He's not terribly gentle about it and presses himself down to the hilt as soon as they're lined up.

Through that he still looks angry, frustrated even. Like another push in the wrong direction and he'll be more likely to try to kill him rather than fuck him.

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"The throne of Asgard," He answers like it was a stupid question, knowing that wasn't quite what he was asked. "My dear 'brother' beaten and humiliated," he goes on as he splays a hand over Clint's chest. He leans in like he might kiss him.

"My loyal soldier returned to me," he continues at a near whisper.

[halfassed]

"Ah," and Clint's hips rise to meet him, involuntarily, even though he wills himself to stay still. "Stubborn bastard," he hisses. "Ever think it might just turn me on to hear your voice?"

[halfassed]

"Might be a step in the right direction if you cut me down and bought me a shoulder massage." His voice is breathy. He can still withstand this pain -- he can withstand it for hours, yet -- but he's not having a great time.

Unfortunately, it seems that the whole 'not having a great time' thing is exactly what's turning him on.

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His expression breaks to something a little less threatening and darkly amused. "Oh, yes," he says, "I know." He punctuates that with a harsh thrust down onto him.

Loki's hand relaxes and moves up to cup Clint's chin. "You should not enjoy this," Loki reminds him, "and I do not like being tricked." He shivers as he continues to fuck himself on him. "Now, I will satisfy myself," his says with his voice near a growl.

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"You can withstand a while longer," he says with promise. Loki slips behind again. His hands trace over the lines of his back and over his straining muscles. He leans in to breathe against his neck. "I will let you down when you come," he whispers.

[halfassed]

He makes a strangled sound. A desperate one. Just the sound of Loki's voice... it plays on parts of his brain that he'd thought were wiped out.

[halfassed]

His expression tightens. Trying to keep control, not to show Loki how good this feels.

"And me, at the same time," he breathes. "Thanks."

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"Is that an objection?" he asks mockingly against the back of his neck. "I thought you wanted your freedom. Surely it is not that difficult to come. You are quite hard."

He lets his hands settle at Clint's hips. "What do you need?"

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Loki doesn't respond to that verbally. Instead he grinds himself down on him. It's an action that makes him breathe in short gasps.

"Touch me," he says in a growl of a command.

[halfassed]

The exact words that Loki had used before. What do you need.

When it's a mission, it's so simple. When it's this... it's a whole 'nother level. Before, his body was in tune, his mind was in tune, his heart was all aligned with Loki's purpose. Everything he was, dedicated to fulfilling Loki's every whim.

Now, Loki's hands on him. Loki murmuring in his ear. And Loki offering what Clint so desperately wants: to have his own desires fulfilled. To make the equation equal.

"I don't know." A shudder: "Just keep -- just keep talking."

There's no time to feel ashamed. There's only the thickness, the length and breadth of this moment.

[halfassed]

"Touch yourself," Clint hisses, in return. Reaches up to Loki's hips and pulls him down, moving with Loki's thrust.

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A laugh against the back of his neck. "And what am I to say?" he asks in this airy half mocking tone. "That you are mine?" he ventures then squeezes hips.

He brings himself flush with his back so his lips are against his ear. "That I want you to fuck yourself because I told you to. That I will make you fuck yourself to get free."

[dreamsofpoison]

That, for some reason, makes him laugh. He stops moving and folds his legs back in such a way that it will be difficult for Clint to thrust. "Take your hands off me," he says, sounding overly amused, "and hold still."

[halfassed]

Yes. Yes. He wants to be owned, flesh and bone, every inch of him, every piece. Mind and body. He doesn't want to like it, but he lets out a groan, turned on beyond belief. He hurts he's so hard -- he needs to come, he needs it so badly.

"Yeah?" he breathes. "Fuck myself how?"

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"Make me," snaps Clint, in return, and he bucks, possibly an attempt to throw Loki off.

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"I am sure we can think of something," Loki says against his ear. He presses his hips in closer, his erection can be clearly felt through his trousers.

"There are other options," he adds with a heated breath.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki is nearly knocked off but he remains on him stubbornly. Continuing the violence of the night, aims a strike at his solar plexus with the heel of his palm. His internal muscles clench down with the motion.

[halfassed]

His hips are working against the air, thrusting into nothing. He can't breathe.

"Loki." Tell me, is what he wants to say, but needy noises are making their way out of his throat. He's drowning.

[halfassed]

Breath knocked out of him, and the way Loki's muscles clench at the same time almost pushes him over the edge. Hisses in a breath, shaking, clinging to the shreds of his control. He has to focus everything on not coming, in that instant.

Even being deprived of breath felt good.

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"This for example," Loki says as he loosely wraps his hand around his length and doesn't move it.

"You have never been penetrated before, have you?" he asks against his ear. His own hips follow the movement of his.

[halfassed]

Quick jerk of his head. "No." Just a little more. He needs just a little more --

[dreamsofpoison]

"Now," Loki breathes, leaning forward. "Satisfy yourself," he says with as much venom as he can muster while breathless. He then pulls off and tries to head for the bathroom.

[halfassed]

Loki's body slips off of him, and Clint turns onto his side, curls up and bites his lip, and all it takes is a stroke or two. Loki wants him to satisfy himself? Fine. He twitches and shakes, comes into his palm, and finally goes still, his breathing even.

His eyes return to Loki, or, if Loki is gone, they close.