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They run upstairs laughing, hand in hand, and Charlie throws himself on to the bed as soon as the door is open. He holds out his arms to Loki.

"C'mere," he growls.

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Charlie makes a sound like a rough laugh and flips Loki onto his stomach--he's stronger than he looks. He lays his body entirely on Loki's and bites his ear. "Like this, you mean?"

*Loki moans a little*

Yeah, like that. I've never been fucked this way before.

"You haven't been fucked much at all," Charlie whispers, loving talking this dirty and being so rough. He spreads open Loki's legs and reaches between them, stroking the soft skin of his inner thighs. "I love being the one to show you. Never really done that before." He places nipping kisses down Loki's spine.

*Loki arcs slightly at Charlie's lips on his spine*

I like you being the one to show me as well.

"Open your wings," Charlie answers and bites Loki's ass gently. "I want to touch your wings while I fuck you."

Move back

*Charlie scoots back and Loki's wings come out of his back and spread out*

Now fuck me.

Charlie laughs as he gets the jar of cream from the bedside table. "Slow down, Loki dearest . . . don't want to just be pounding into you." He coats his fingers in the cream and lubricates Loki carefully, then himself, and kneels behind the angel, erect cock in hand.

"Now I can."

He enters Loki in one hard thrust.

*Loki lets out a very load moan of mixed pleasure and pain and bites his lower lip*

Oh god!!

Charlie wraps a hand around one of Loki's wing joints, stroking it as he thrusts. God but Loki feels good, tight and hot, his strong amazing body arching beneath his--he licks the back of Loki's neck and hums into his hair with pleasure.

*Loki is blinded with the pleasure of Charlie's thrusts and the stroking of his wings. He doesn't want it to end, he wants Charlie to stay inside him forever!*

God! Never stop fucking me!

If Charlie had the available neurons he would probably point out that human physiology doesn't allow for perpetual motion--as it is he just groans, "Errryeah," and steps up his pace, kissing Loki's back and stroking his wings with either hand.

*Loki's body is shuddering all over. He starts rocking his hips to Charlie's thrusts, fucking himself on Charlie's cock. God it feels so good. He has never experienced anything this good! God he is hard again!*

His hands feel down Loki's chest, pinching nipples and tracing muscles, and he cups Loki's cock, hard and hot again. He smiles--eager as a boy, this one--and strokes the velvety-smooth flesh, lightly pinching the head.

*That's all it took, he was so close to the edge already. Loki comes all over Charlie's hand. As he comes he pushes back, forcing Charlie all the way in him again as he moans and screams*

Oh god! Charlie!

He thrusts roughly, just a few more hard strokes and then--yes--he groans against Loki's back, his hand pressed to Loki's stomach, his body shaking.

"Oh, Loki," he whispers, so worn he's like dead weight on the angel.

*Loki feels the warm cum inside him and it is an odd sensation and he remembers the first time Charlie came inside him and how he felt then. It feels even better now. He doesn't really feel Charlie as dead weight but as body heat. Loki collapses onto the bed, Charlie still on top of him.*

Oh...god...

*It's all he can say through his panting*

Charlie pulls out and flops into his back, panting too. He runs a finger over the nearest edge of wing and smiles.

"This night has turned out a lot better than I expected," he murmurs eventually.

*Loki, still laying on his cum-covered stomach, looks over at Charlie*

Still feeling down?

"Was I feeling down? I don't recall." He smiles sleepily. "Turn over, I'll clean you up a bit."

*Loki adjusts his wings as not to break one and rolls over so that Charlie may clean him. He looks at Charlie, at those eyes and mouth and feels that this may be just more than sex, but he won't say anything for now*

Charlie just smiles, eyes half-closed, and tongues come and sweat from Loki's skin. "You taste good." He leans his head on Loki's chest with a sigh. "And smell good. Stay with me, Loki . . ."

*He puts his hand on Charlie's head and looks up at the ceiling, smiling.*

I'm not going anywhere.

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