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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Clint is shaking, now.

"Don't," he pleads, "don't," but he wants it, he wants it so damn badly. Can't imagine what it would feel like to have Loki's lips wrapped around him. His hips give a little thrust closer, and his wrists twist against the bindings.

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The protest doesn't deter him. He's lowered himself down to the ideal height, his hands still braced on his hips to keep him still. He glances up with a knowing look because oh yes he knows this will screw him up.

Still looking up, just to see if he's being watched, he places a small teasing lick over his cock head.

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Sensation goes through him like a jolt of electricity, and so does the sight. Yeah; yeah, he's watching.

He forces himself to look away, squeezes his eyes closed.

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Another lick, this time a swirl around the head. Then he's tracing the contours of the head with his tongue. He still glances up now and then to see if Clint has started looking again.

A few moments more of the careful treatment of the head before he finally, slowly, draws him in.

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His lips part, and he hisses in a sharp breath of air. But stays still, and makes no other sound. His feet shift on the ground, as though somehow he could gain purchase from the flat surface.

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Loki's hands grip tightly at Clint's hips. He isn't just holding him steady he is putting some strength into taking the strain off his arms however minutely. But if he was really concerned he would just cut him down.

Having little reaction from him isn't stopping him. He draws him in, all the way, sucks hard for a moment then pulls back. He repeats it several times before moving his attention solely to the head of his cock.

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Clint's jaw has gone slack. Low grunts, now, sounds of strain -- the strain of keeping as quiet as he can. Loki has a wicked tongue, stereotypically enough, and Clint can't help but thrust, push himself further into Loki's mouth.

The only thing that could make this better, the only thing that would make him give in completely, is if Loki spoke to him, at the same time. That voice whispering in his ear, saying my hawk, my warrior.

The thought hits Clint like a punch to the stomach. A whimper works its way out.

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Unfortunately, Loki can't throw his voice while his mouth is busy. Well, not while mortal. Oh, if he had his powers he could and would. He doesn't know what is going on in Clint's head but he does notice the whimper.

"Are your thoughts betraying you?" he asks with a parting lick. He rises to his feet to face him.

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"Shut up." Dangling from cuffs, the hardest he's ever been, a hairsbreadth from begging for Loki's tongue. He's completely powerless. He shakes from muscle strain.

"The hell do you want?" Almost pleading.

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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.

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"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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"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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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."

[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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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

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Loki makes a thoughtful sound, he glances up to judge how much more his arms can take. Oh, it's very tempting to see how far he could get. Not himself inside but a finger perhaps.

For the moment moves his hand so Clint will have to pull himself up to thrust into it.

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No, no. He bites his lip before he can whine at the loss of sensation, and -- he can't help it, he curls his arms in a weird sort of pull-up, and follows Loki's hand. That's what Loki wants him to do, and he knows he's playing right into Loki's hands -- literally -- but he couldn't stop himself, and he doesn't want to.

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"That's it," Loki praises as he moves. He keeps his hand in that position and the only thing he does with it is squeeze slightly when Clint is fully in hand again.

"Come for me," he whispers, "Come and I will release you."

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Unbelievably, he does. All it takes is Loki's voice and the touch of his hand and Clint is coming. Sensation starting at the base of his cock and shivering all the way up his body; his eyes are closed, his expression tight, and he's turned away as though he could avoid facing what Loki has done to him.