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[batmansphoenix]

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[ikols]

Underwear is forbidden in the bedroom.

[ A rule he might have just now made up but one to his benefit. He definitely isn't okay but the aptitude for lying and chaotic leanings helps him shift his misery to the side in favour of smiles and sex as easily as some snap their fingers. Besides, the sight of Jason stripping is enough to warm every inch of Loki from head to toe, and a few in between.

He divests his clothes in an untidy pile, rolling his way under the thick duvet into the cold hub of a huge bed. ]

Get in, come on. It's chilly.

[ Not that the cold has ever bothered Loki. He simply prefers the warmth of a lover, specifically this one. ]

[batmansphoenix]

You're the one making me take my clothes off. [The underwear is the last piece that comes off, and it does so slowly. Jason might not be a showman, but he definitely doesn't mind an audience either. All of Jason's clothes (alongside the wig and the mask) are left together, a habit he got in case he had to run away and jump out of the window. Doing it naked is not as fun as it sounds.]

Not that I'm complaining. [He adds as he joins him in bed, pulling him for a kiss as he reaches for the duvet.]

[ikols]

You can warm us both up.

[ He runs his fingers through Jason's ruddy hair fondly when joined in the bed, wriggling closer to tangle their legs and seek out his favourite spot to sleep in on a shoulder, nuzzling at a neck. The idle caress sliding over Jason's chest finally tucks in at his other side. ]

Tomorrow, [ yawning, ] we'll ward you into the apartment's defenses. Hm?

[batmansphoenix]

Tomorrow.

[He says the word quietly, like it's a new concept. It's not, not really: when he's playing the part of just normal guy Jason some people expect this. He doesn't give it to them, he still disappears as soon as he can, but they expect it from him. But he's not playing any parts with Loki and yet here he is. Wrapping his arms around him, entwining their legs together and pulling him close as he buries his nose on his hair.

Jason is still here, and Jason is still the one he wants.]

Okay, we can do that. [He closes his eyes.] You're kinda very cute, ever tell you that?

[ikols]

Kinda very. Which is it?

[ Soft, wet kisses dapple Jason's throat, a lick tasting the stubble over an Adam's apple. He tugs the blankets up to cover his ears and goes back to nuzzling at his lover. Boyfriend? He'd like to think so. ]

Tell me all about how cute I am, mmm ...

[batmansphoenix]

[He hums, looking up so Loki has a better access to his neck as he closes his eyes. He always ends up kind of cuddling his pillow, smothering it between his arms and legs. Doing it with a warm body is much better, A+ would recommend.]

You're totally kinda very cute. [He grins to himself.] Trickster god, god of chaos yadda yadda but look at you now. Total cuddlebug.

[ikols]

[ His laughter shakes them in bed, a very pleased godling doing his best to rub against Jason and all his compliments with a snuggle under the blankets. It's not that he believes such things but hearing them, having someone to say them, is still a lovely novelty; it's like he doesn't know how to react but likes being fawned over all the same.

He kisses a pulse, steady and strong, and settles down. ]

Not for everyone, Mister Todd. Just the handsomest of gingers.