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Loki was almost eighteen, and he wanted .
He and Arthur had been in bed all morning, and his lips were red and chapped. He could feel the raw spots on his neck where Arthur’s morning stubble had scraped, and the spot where Arthur’s hand rested on his thigh was hot.
“Art,” he panted out, “Art, stop teasing .”
Arthur pulled back and smiled rather cheekily at him. “I’m not teasing… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” He moved down to mouth again at the pale, creamy skin of Loki’s neck, a few reddish spots already popping up from his insistent sucking.
“Just touch me, goddamnit!” Loki finally said, scratching at Arthur’s bare back, leaving red marks. “Baby, I want you.”
“Yeah?” Arthur asked. He moved to kiss Loki once, twice, and then slipped his hands under Loki’s skirt until his fingertips were brushing against smooth lace. “Oh, you’re wearing panties.”
Loki smirked. “They feel good, don’t they?”
“They do… but I’m sure you won’t mind me taking them off, hm?” Arthur said. His hands skimmed up a bit further, against the waistband, and he tugged them down gently until he could toss them to the floor. “What do you want, babe?”
“Your mouth, please?” Loki asked gently, running his fingers through Arthur’s hair, blinking down at him. “Please, Art?”
How was Arthur supposed to resist that sweetness? He pushed the skirt until all of Loki was revealed, including that short, thick cock, balls tight against his skin. Their intimacy was new, but it was so easy , how they had fallen into it. And how they wanted each other… Arthur pressed kisses to the skin of Loki’s inner thighs, moving up until he could press his face to the sweet spot right before his member. Loki had a hold on him, fingers locked in his hair, and Arthur didn’t waste any more time.
“Oh ,” Loki breathed out, his other hand moving down quickly to hold onto Arthur. “Oh, please don’t stop.”
It was only a few short minutes, Arthur’s mouth full as he sucked, looking up at Loki and watching him fall apart.
“Fuck!” Loki said as he let go, fingers releasing, arms falling lax. “You… thank you… please let me kiss you.”
Arthur pushed himself up quickly, open mouth pressing to Loki’s, holding him close. As his heartbeat slowed, he reached down, sliding his hand into Arthur's boxer briefs, gripping him, jacking him off slowly as he swallowed his moans. It didn’t take long to push him over the edge, Arthur wincing as it became over-sensitive, and Loki brought his hand up to lick slowly.
“You’re too good to me,” Arthur said finally, turning properly on his side to look at Loki.
“No, I love you. We’re good to each other.” Loki replied, finally letting himself curl up to Arthur, the boy helping him pull off the skirt and tossing it to the floor.
“I love you too.” Arthur pulled the blanket up over the both of them, just as he had all those years ago, and kissed Loki once, twice. “I’ve got you, baby. Go to sleep.”
Loki just pressed close to him, curling himself up and closing his eyes, drifting off easily.