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A story that would fit his own. It's what had, had him crawling on top of Stephen again for the paper he'd handed him. As if he wasn't rich enough already. Loki hadn’t dealt with something as common as money for personal gain in years.
It was technically old money that he had, lining his life. The kind that was born from generations of wealth and high standing. He honestly had enough that he would never have to work a single day in his life if he didn't want to.
What he was doing at the moment could be debatable as genuine work for once Loki supposed. Both the writing and the prostitution, even though work was said to be miserable while he on the other hand was enjoying both greatly. It didn't matter if either were a cheap dream in the eyes of his family. He felt more alive than he had in years.
Loki could have easily become a published author. Easy enough that it was completely off putting because it held no real challenge. Besides, it would draw Odin’s uncanny eye leading him to discover the insulting implications he wrote about him. Not to mention the downright filthy abominations his stories were in general would never be allowed to be publicly associated with him in any form.
If he did it under a fake name, with no connections Loki theorized he was less likely to be noticed. He loved his stories and so far, they were the main outlet to his life. It kept his sanity mostly in tack as he filled his characters with the dark twisted deeds, he was capable of fantasizing. As he tortured them far worse than he’d ever experienced in real life. Having the power of a god was truly fulfilling.
The character in his current series was going to enjoy prostitution a lot less than he did. Loki was going to try to write it that way, but being desirable enough strangers were willing to pay him for sex? It was proving incredibly arousing, making his cock leak as it bounced in the air.
At first the idea to engage in prostitution, strutting around bars flirting with everyone, was off putting. He’d felt the need to do it though because he’d been able to make his characters actions and feelings capture the audience due to first-hand experience. Selling himself out like some filthy street walker? Well, he did need the money to get published on his own.
The current ‘john’, who’d foolishly given him his name the first time, was unlike the others he’d let have their way with him before. Stephen was tall, confident, smart and handsome. It made his arse clench around the man’s cock as he continued to lift himself up and down on it. A sight he would have never allowed his previous customers when he’d kept himself completely clothed or simply bent over for them.
Loki moaned, a genuine one, and pushed his hair back out of his face. Stephen had asked for it to be down even though he didn’t understand the annoyance of it sticking to his cheeks or getting in his mouth as it swayed in the air. As a repeat customer though that he personally found attractive, he was inclined to give him what he asked for.
It was the same reason he was in lingerie. Loki hadn’t expected to enjoy that at all, preferring to be bare and untamed during sex. As Stephen had thumbed at his nipples while mouthing at the straps of his top, his groin had decided he did. Although he had a feeling, he would not be able to get his character to ache for that. Maybe he could get him to wear some knickers, however that was about it.
Blindly reaching behind him, Loki grabbed for Stephen’s thigh. He could feel his orgasm building and he needed a bit more stability to stay in charge. Already he wanted to slam himself down on the man's length, rocking on top of him as he constantly rubbed his cock against his prostate uncontrollably.
Stephen would let him do it. He’d let him use him instead, which didn’t help his story at all. It was supposed to be the other way around. The man was supposed to pound him into a dirty motel mattress, pushing his face into it as he growled. Not look up at him with hooded light blue eyes in awe with a slack jaw.
“Damn you,” Loki ground out, tossing his head back and trying desperately to channel his character. “I’m going to charge you more if you don’t start fucking me.”
“How much?” Stephen breathed, but he did start moving his hands to his waist and lifted his leg as he helped slam him down on his cock. “Whatever keeps you where you are.”
“I’m a whore not a cock warmer,” he bit out, trying not to whine with pleasure as his toes tried to curl in his stockings.
If he wasn’t careful, Loki knew there was a good chance he was going to come untouched. He couldn’t have that. The only way that should have been allowed was if it was being forced out of him against his will, bent over on the floor and mounted.
A weak noise, tried to squeeze out of his throat and the tip of his cock throbbed at the idea. It was painful, prompting him to quit moving because he was one wrong move from spilling his pleasure. He dug his nails into Stephen’s chest and thigh for restraint, making them both hiss.
“Somehow I doubt that,” Stephen said with a smirk, smugness barely hidden under his goatee that he suddenly wanted to smother with his hand.
“Shut up,” Loki managed, closing his eyes in denial as he gave into shifting his hips around a little.
Suddenly Stephen thrust his hips upward, holding him in place in the process. It made him cry out due to surprise, having been completely unprepared for it. The man hadn’t been a very active participant since he’d sat on his cock. Loki could hardly blame him though.
It was possibly he’d put on quite the show, slowly taking his nicely sized length in his arse to tease them both. Fondling himself in the process, drawing Stephen’s eyes to his bare crotch that the first time the man had drunkenly confessed to loving. Loki had discovered he was much more tight-lipped sober though. A pity really since the unfiltered praise upon their original hook up was what had him meeting him again out of curiosity.
Stephen apparently took the command to heart, but instead of remaining passive, he did begin to properly fuck him. Loki regretted it though, despite his thighs appreciating the break. Listening to such a composed man start to huff and puff, eyes constantly raking up and down his body? He didn’t know if he was truly shocked or not when he started to come after only a dozen thrusts.
Loki mewled as his skin burst to live, letting go of his grip on Stephen in favor of grabbing his cock. He stroked it quickly as he bore down on the man’s length still moving in and out of him. It was a glorious climax that had him tugging every pulse of pleasure from himself as he clenched his arse around the best feeling possible.
“Yes,” Loki hissed, before just caving to panting shamelessly with joy. “Yes Stephen. Harder!”
“God you’re beautiful,” Stephen grunted, and Loki’s eyes flew open when his hand was torn off his own cock. “Look at me.”
What Loki wanted to do was snap at him for the sheer audacity to deprive him of milking the last of his orgasm. In reality what he did was start mewling again as the man painfully held onto his wrist while his movement became uncoordinated. Stephen’s face was flushed red with arousal and the lack of mental control.
Loki didn’t know what was going on in Stephen’s head, but whatever it was, scared him. He could see the weakness he possessed deep inside and despite his rule against kissing, he swept down to capture the man’s lips with his own. Neither of them needed something foolishly spoken in the throes of ecstasy to ruin their arrangement they were both clearly growing to enjoy.
The only thing Loki needed was the feeling of his cock, sparking with the aftershocks of orgasm, rubbing wetly against Stephen’s stomach. All he wanted was knowing the man was falling apart for him, choking on groans that he muffled with a tongue in his mouth while he came. Selfishly and greedily by holding his hips still while he continually rutted up against his arse.
If either of them wanted anything else, he’d end up writing some kind of bad romance story. Loki couldn’t have that considering he planned to rip people’s hearts out with traumatizing angst that ended in tears. He knew Stephen had his own painful past based on the scarring on his hands he refused to ask about, but that didn’t make for his own cruel fated finale. It made for him being the man’s pretty little cock warmer like he wanted, full of his seed as they lazily made out like a couple in the afterglow of release.