lost prince

"I had to have a way of telling tales somewhat twisted..." I am the Liesmith, the Silvertongue, and lost viridian Prince of Asgard. Welcome to my domain. ~~~~~ discord: firstorderfuckboy#0349

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

oreo brownies

[shadesofdistortion]

‘ I made you something to eat. ’

"Since when can you cook?"

[judasrpc]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[collectivemood]

                                                Caring Edition 

‘ Hey when was the last time you slept? ’

‘ Stay in bed, please. ’

‘ Do you want me to get you anything? ’

‘ Let me look. ’

‘ Let me help you. ’

‘ Here, let me bandage that up. ’

‘ I made you something to eat. ’

‘ You’re burning up! Go lay down. ’

‘ Please drink more water. ’

‘ Were you able to keep that down? ’

‘ Does this hurt? ’

‘ You need to stay still. ’

‘ Want more blankets? ’

‘ Do you want to talk about it? ’

‘ Try to breathe slowly. ’

‘ It’s alright I’m here. ’

‘ Here hold my hand. ’

‘ I’m not going anywhere. ’

‘ You can sleep here. ’

‘ Rest as long as you need. ’

‘ Look at me. ’

‘ Tell me what you are seeing. ’

‘ You can rest in my arms. ’

‘ I will make you some tea. ’

‘ Please, take this. ’

‘ You should be resting. ’

‘ I’m just checking in, how are you feeling? ’

‘ Snuggling helps with a lot of things, so come here. ’

‘ Want me to take you to a doctor? ’

‘ I am a doctor, so please listen to me. ’

‘ How long have you been like this? ’

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

He moaned as Loki’s kiss became more urgent. He slid his fingers into his lover’s hair, trying to press closer without knocking over their mugs. He tugged at the god’s lower lip with his teeth, teasing his tongue over the soft flesh. He could do this forever, just lay here and kiss Loki like the world outside the apartment didn’t exist. Clint drew back only when air was necessary, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. He pulled his hand back and moved their mugs out of the danger zone before pressing himself into the god’s chest and finding his lips again. He curled his hand over Loki’s hip, thumb stroking over soft skin beneath the Santa robe.

[shadesofdistortion]

So much for trying to be a tease. He may not be able to say how much he loved archer, but he felt it was obvious by how he reacted to just hearing it. However, he found himself distracted by the mugs, and pulled away just as Clint had returned. A puff of smoke, and they reappeared on the counter. "Mm, much more comfortable. Now, where were we?" he questioned, pillows appearing under his head as he fell back, pulling Clint with him. "Tell me, what does my little bird want for Christmas the *most* this year?" He purred, sliding his hands up Clint's thighs. "Anything crave, anything you desire in your twisted little mind..." Quirking a brow upward, he hoped his lover would be honest.

[ahawkinthevents]

He laughed as he was pulled atop the god, shifting so he could straddle his hips. A shiver ran down his spine at the way Loki purred out that nickname like it was nothing, and his jeans were instantly tight across the front. He rolled his hips down against his lover’s, groaning softly at the friction. “I want you to fuck me in all the ways you’ve ever dreamed up,” he said, the words falling off his tongue without him really even thinking them over. 

“I want to be marked by you, bruised by you, fucked so hard I can’t walk straight for days. So the world knows I’m taken by someone who knows how to make me scream and beg for more.” He licked his lips, pupil’s blown wide as he looked down into Loki’s gaze, hands splayed out on the god’s chest to keep him upright in the sudden dizzy rush of his arousal.

[shadesofdistortion]

A sly grin of confidence crept across his lips at Clint's reaction, but not for long. Seconds later, his hands reached to grip Barton's hips and keep him pulled close as a surprised groan of ecstasy escaped him.

That answer wasn't quite what he'd expected, but in the haze of desire, he dared not question it. Only capitalize on it. "You truly are such a whore, in the very best of ways," he lauded sarcastically, hands wandering up over Clint's torso, eyes following his fingertips as they trailed over the archer's physique, gently biting his own lip in appreciation of the artwork. "That cocoa was nothing more than a ruse was it?" Rolling his hips up against Clint's, he hoped to hear the desperation in his reply.

[ahawkinthevents]

Loki called him a whore and Clint grinned, a shiver running down his spine. The god’s hands felt incredible on his skin, lighting his nerves on fire with every brush of his fingertips. Loki rolled his hips up against him and Clint moaned, pressing his own down into the force in search of any amount of friction he could find. “F-fuck--” His hands curled into the Santa robe for balance as he rolled his own hips against the god’s to match his eagerness. “H-had to get you down here s-somehow,” he breathed, eyes closed as he rocked in search of any little bit of pleasure. “Mmmm fuck me?”

[shadesofdistortion]

That...oh, yes that would do. He had asked awfully nicely, just as he always did, and Loki had always been and likely always would be a sucker for it. His back arching as he groaned, eyes fluttering shut as the archer rocked against him, he let himself have a moment, a morsel, of pleasure before electing to give Clint precisely what he'd asked for. Sitting up -- no easy feat with his lover perched on his hips as he was -- he pulled Clint in for a hot, desperate kiss, the hands at his waist securing him in place. Then, pulling away, he shoved the archer onto his back, pillows appearing under his head as Loki freed his legs and slid between Clint's. Without pause, he put himself on top of the archer, lips again finding his in a deep and lingering kiss as their clothing disappeared in a puff of verdant, shimmering smoke. Pulling Clint's legs up to wrap around his waist, skillful fingertips slipped between the other's cheeks, already slick with lube. "I could fuck you," he purred as he pulled away to devour the archer's throat and jaw with lips and teeth and tongue. "Or I could leave you hanging, leave you wanting...tell me why I should." Not that he would truly ever be so cruel unless Clint wanted him to be, or he'd done something to deserve it, but regardless, he adored the sounds of his lover's desperate pleading, and hollow threats were the easiest way to draw them past his lips.

[ahawkinthevents]

🌿

Clint grinned devilishly as he spotted the sprig of green above Loki's head. He wasted no time in crossing the room, one hand curling around the back of the god's neck and the other into his shirt as he pulled him close under the mistletoe. "C'mere, you," he mumbled before he pressed their lips together, kissing his lover slow and deep. He didn't give two fucks that they were standing in the middle of the Stark Tower penthouse. If Tony was gonna hang mistletoe, Clint was gonna take advantage of it.

[shadesofdistortion]

He hardly had time to let out a small yelp of surprise before he found himself lost in the archer's kiss. He didn't have a clue what he'd done to deserve it, but he certainly wasn't complaining. At least he could blame it on Clint if anyone caught them. Hands falling to the archer's hips, he pulled him close and breathed a sigh of contentment.

[romancegifs]

CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

He moaned as Loki’s kiss became more urgent. He slid his fingers into his lover’s hair, trying to press closer without knocking over their mugs. He tugged at the god’s lower lip with his teeth, teasing his tongue over the soft flesh. He could do this forever, just lay here and kiss Loki like the world outside the apartment didn’t exist. Clint drew back only when air was necessary, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. He pulled his hand back and moved their mugs out of the danger zone before pressing himself into the god’s chest and finding his lips again. He curled his hand over Loki’s hip, thumb stroking over soft skin beneath the Santa robe.

[shadesofdistortion]

So much for trying to be a tease. He may not be able to say how much he loved archer, but he felt it was obvious by how he reacted to just hearing it. However, he found himself distracted by the mugs, and pulled away just as Clint had returned. A puff of smoke, and they reappeared on the counter. "Mm, much more comfortable. Now, where were we?" he questioned, pillows appearing under his head as he fell back, pulling Clint with him. "Tell me, what does my little bird want for Christmas the *most* this year?" He purred, sliding his hands up Clint's thighs. "Anything crave, anything you desire in your twisted little mind..." Quirking a brow upward, he hoped his lover would be honest.

[ahawkinthevents]

He laughed as he was pulled atop the god, shifting so he could straddle his hips. A shiver ran down his spine at the way Loki purred out that nickname like it was nothing, and his jeans were instantly tight across the front. He rolled his hips down against his lover’s, groaning softly at the friction. “I want you to fuck me in all the ways you’ve ever dreamed up,” he said, the words falling off his tongue without him really even thinking them over. 

“I want to be marked by you, bruised by you, fucked so hard I can’t walk straight for days. So the world knows I’m taken by someone who knows how to make me scream and beg for more.” He licked his lips, pupil’s blown wide as he looked down into Loki’s gaze, hands splayed out on the god’s chest to keep him upright in the sudden dizzy rush of his arousal.

[shadesofdistortion]

A sly grin of confidence crept across his lips at Clint's reaction, but not for long. Seconds later, his hands reached to grip Barton's hips and keep him pulled close as a surprised groan of ecstasy escaped him.

That answer wasn't quite what he'd expected, but in the haze of desire, he dared not question it. Only capitalize on it. "You truly are such a whore, in the very best of ways," he lauded sarcastically, hands wandering up over Clint's torso, eyes following his fingertips as they trailed over the archer's physique, gently biting his own lip in appreciation of the artwork. "That cocoa was nothing more than a ruse was it?" Rolling his hips up against Clint's, he hoped to hear the desperation in his reply.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

He moaned as Loki’s kiss became more urgent. He slid his fingers into his lover’s hair, trying to press closer without knocking over their mugs. He tugged at the god’s lower lip with his teeth, teasing his tongue over the soft flesh. He could do this forever, just lay here and kiss Loki like the world outside the apartment didn’t exist. Clint drew back only when air was necessary, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. He pulled his hand back and moved their mugs out of the danger zone before pressing himself into the god’s chest and finding his lips again. He curled his hand over Loki’s hip, thumb stroking over soft skin beneath the Santa robe.

[shadesofdistortion]

So much for trying to be a tease. He may not be able to say how much he loved archer, but he felt it was obvious by how he reacted to just hearing it. However, he found himself distracted by the mugs, and pulled away just as Clint had returned. A puff of smoke, and they reappeared on the counter. "Mm, much more comfortable. Now, where were we?" he questioned, pillows appearing under his head as he fell back, pulling Clint with him. "Tell me, what does my little bird want for Christmas the *most* this year?" He purred, sliding his hands up Clint's thighs. "Anything crave, anything you desire in your twisted little mind..." Quirking a brow upward, he hoped his lover would be honest.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

He chuckled softly at Loki’s compliments. “I have my moments,” he replied, setting his mug down on the floor between them. Clint stroked his fingertips over Loki’s cheek. “S’nowhere else I’d rather be right now,” he mumbled, blue-grey eyes staring deep into Loki’s.

[shadesofdistortion]

There was something slightly addicting about the way he felt when Clint looked at him. It sent a chill down his spine, but a welcome one. "Sappier than pine, you are," he chuckled, setting his own mug down and moving to kiss those lips which such sickly sweet praise so often passed through. Putting most of his weight to one arm, the other found Clint's hand and threaded their fingers together.

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint hummed into Loki’s kiss, curling his fingers in with the god’s as he sighed contently. This was all he’d wanted, really--some intimate time together. The sex was just going to be a bonus. “I love you,” he mumbled into the kiss, tasting chocolate on Loki’s lips.

[shadesofdistortion]

Loki's heart fluttered in his chest, that unbearably tempting word dancing on his tongue but daring not to come forth. Somehow, he still felt too many uncertainties, still felt that love was a promise he couldn't bear to trap his mortal lover with when he didn't know all the facts. There was much about him that the archer had no clue about.

Trying not to let his thoughts pull him out if the moment, he instead kissed Clint with more urgency, a soft groan of appreciation slipping past his lips.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

He chuckled softly at Loki’s compliments. “I have my moments,” he replied, setting his mug down on the floor between them. Clint stroked his fingertips over Loki’s cheek. “S’nowhere else I’d rather be right now,” he mumbled, blue-grey eyes staring deep into Loki’s.

[shadesofdistortion]

There was something slightly addicting about the way he felt when Clint looked at him. It sent a chill down his spine, but a welcome one. "Sappier than pine, you are," he chuckled, setting his own mug down and moving to kiss those lips which such sickly sweet praise so often passed through. Putting most of his weight to one arm, the other found Clint's hand and threaded their fingers together.

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

I’m a courtesan. I’m paid to make men believe what they want to believe. Nicole Kidman as Satine in Moulin Rouge! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[when-it-rains-it-snows]

in which Kate finds an old picture, circus-era old, and wants to know if Clint can still do that?

girly-girl I have no idea

let’s find out

and Lucky thinks it’s pretty great

dad what are you DOING

are we PLAYING?

DO YOU NEED HELP I CAN HELP I AM A GOOD DOG

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint assessed the pile of presents and shrugged. "Okay maybe not under the tree. But in front of it?" He had an image in his head of what Loki would like when he came with the lights of the tree illuminating his perfect pale skin, and he needed to know if it was accurate. It was for science, really.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Somebody's in the holiday spirit," he joked, grin brightening from Clint's determination. "I'm convinced. You handle the hot chocolate, and I..." Pressing a kiss to the archers cheek, his next words were whispered. ..."Will be right back." Giving his lover's backside a good squeeze, he laughed to himself as he sauntered off toward the bedroom closet.

[ahawkinthevents]

He grinned as Loki whispered to him and gave his ass a good groping. He watched his lover saunter away, eyes focusing in on Loki’s hips as he disappeared down the hall. The minute he was out of sight, the archer pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it onto the end of the couch without a care. He scooped his Santa hat off the end table where he’d laid it after they’d decorated the tree and pulled in onto his head at a jaunty angle before heading into the kitchen to whip up the hot chocolate.

[shadesofdistortion]

He knew he had just the thing for such an occasion. He'd just been waiting for the right opportunity. Slipping out of his sweats and robe, he threw on a short red velvet robe trimmed in white faux fur, and an oversize brass-buckled black leather belt. Then, putting on his own Santa hat that he'd stashed away, he swapped his current underwear out for a dark green pair with candy canes printed all around, knowing Clint would appreciate the effort. Then, after a moment of adjusting it all in the mirror, he headed back out to the living room.

"I see you've unwrapped one of my presents already," he purred, devouring the archer before him with his gaze.

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint grinned, turning his head to nibble and kiss down the god’s throat. “What can I say? I picked one hell of a gorgeous boyfriend,” he mumbled against his skin, tip of his tongue teasing along Loki’s collarbone. He slid his hand down the god’s chest and over Loki’s own sizeable bulge. “You don’t seem disappointed yourself, my king.”

[shadesofdistortion]

Loki hummed lowly with contented pleasure as the archer worked lips, teeth, and tongue across the canvas of his throat. However, as he tried to cop a feel of the hardening length in his drawers, he managed to take a step or two back, out of his arm's reach, while still not spilling the cocoa in his mug. "Ah ah! Not yet, not yet. There's hot chocolate yet to be sipped, and who knows? I may want another after that. Let us not be hasty." All the while as he spoke, it was clear that the only reason he denied him was to tease him, provoke the archer, make him wait and even after make him beg. It wasn't his fault that the man could be so appealing when he was desperate.

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint growled softly as Loki’s hips moved out of his reach at the last second. The god was a fucking tease and it frustrated him to no end every time. “Mm,” he redirected with a smirk. “Something sweet before dessert?” he replied, pulling out of the god’s reach entirely and grabbing a couple of throw pillows before he dropped onto the floor in front of tree. He flopped the pillows down side by side and leaned one elbow on the one closest to him. He patted the other, arching a brow at the god as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

[shadesofdistortion]

Grinning at the clear frustration in Clint's every syllable, he sipped his drink as he waited for the man to set the scene. "You know I get a sweet tooth every now and then," he responded, and as Clint invited him to join him, he lay opposite him, a mirror image of his posture. "This is all quite romantic, I must say," he complimented, taking a pause from his usual snark to thank Clint for his patience. "Relaxing by the Yule tree, a cup of hot cocoa...it's almost wholesome." A softer smile replaced his devious grin of before as he gazed over his lover.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint assessed the pile of presents and shrugged. "Okay maybe not under the tree. But in front of it?" He had an image in his head of what Loki would like when he came with the lights of the tree illuminating his perfect pale skin, and he needed to know if it was accurate. It was for science, really.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Somebody's in the holiday spirit," he joked, grin brightening from Clint's determination. "I'm convinced. You handle the hot chocolate, and I..." Pressing a kiss to the archers cheek, his next words were whispered. ..."Will be right back." Giving his lover's backside a good squeeze, he laughed to himself as he sauntered off toward the bedroom closet.

[ahawkinthevents]

He grinned as Loki whispered to him and gave his ass a good groping. He watched his lover saunter away, eyes focusing in on Loki’s hips as he disappeared down the hall. The minute he was out of sight, the archer pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it onto the end of the couch without a care. He scooped his Santa hat off the end table where he’d laid it after they’d decorated the tree and pulled in onto his head at a jaunty angle before heading into the kitchen to whip up the hot chocolate.

[shadesofdistortion]

He knew he had just the thing for such an occasion. He'd just been waiting for the right opportunity. Slipping out of his sweats and robe, he threw on a short red velvet robe trimmed in white faux fur, and an oversize brass-buckled black leather belt. Then, putting on his own Santa hat that he'd stashed away, he swapped his current underwear out for a dark green pair with candy canes printed all around, knowing Clint would appreciate the effort. Then, after a moment of adjusting it all in the mirror, he headed back out to the living room.

"I see you've unwrapped one of my presents already," he purred, devouring the archer before him with his gaze.

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint grinned, turning his head to nibble and kiss down the god’s throat. “What can I say? I picked one hell of a gorgeous boyfriend,” he mumbled against his skin, tip of his tongue teasing along Loki’s collarbone. He slid his hand down the god’s chest and over Loki’s own sizeable bulge. “You don’t seem disappointed yourself, my king.”

[shadesofdistortion]

Loki hummed lowly with contented pleasure as the archer worked lips, teeth, and tongue across the canvas of his throat. However, as he tried to cop a feel of the hardening length in his drawers, he managed to take a step or two back, out of his arm's reach, while still not spilling the cocoa in his mug. "Ah ah! Not yet, not yet. There's hot chocolate yet to be sipped, and who knows? I may want another after that. Let us not be hasty." All the while as he spoke, it was clear that the only reason he denied him was to tease him, provoke the archer, make him wait and even after make him beg. It wasn't his fault that the man could be so appealing when he was desperate.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

He was waiting with two mugs of boozy hot chocolate, which he nearly dropped at the sight of the god. Clint groaned softly as he took it all in, closing the distance between them and passing one of the mugs to his lover. “I didn’t think you’d mind me helping out a little,” he replied, voice low and husky as he brushed his nose against the god’s before he brushed a teasing kiss against his lips. He ran his free hand up Loki’s chest and curled it around the back of his neck, keeping him close by.

[shadesofdistortion]

Though he took the mug from Clint, his attention was far more occupied by the look on the archer's face. "I'll allow it. This time," he joked, his free hand gently grasping at his lover's waist and pulling him that much closer. "I was going to ask what you thought of my outfit this year, but I think I already know," he hummed, glancing briefly down at the increasingly noticeable bulge in Clint's jeans and then back up to meet his frosty gaze with a smirk.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Here's what I'm thinking--you and me, a bottle of Bailey's, some hot chocolate, and sex under the Christmas tree. Whatchya think?"

Loki's lips tugged up at the corners, forever delighted by Clint's desires. "Under the tree? I'm not saying no, of course, but there are quite a number of presents in our way..."

[ahawkinthevents]

Clint assessed the pile of presents and shrugged. "Okay maybe not under the tree. But in front of it?" He had an image in his head of what Loki would like when he came with the lights of the tree illuminating his perfect pale skin, and he needed to know if it was accurate. It was for science, really.

[shadesofdistortion]

"Somebody's in the holiday spirit," he joked, grin brightening from Clint's determination. "I'm convinced. You handle the hot chocolate, and I..." Pressing a kiss to the archers cheek, his next words were whispered. ..."Will be right back." Giving his lover's backside a good squeeze, he laughed to himself as he sauntered off toward the bedroom closet.

[ahawkinthevents]

He grinned as Loki whispered to him and gave his ass a good groping. He watched his lover saunter away, eyes focusing in on Loki’s hips as he disappeared down the hall. The minute he was out of sight, the archer pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it onto the end of the couch without a care. He scooped his Santa hat off the end table where he’d laid it after they’d decorated the tree and pulled in onto his head at a jaunty angle before heading into the kitchen to whip up the hot chocolate.

[shadesofdistortion]

He knew he had just the thing for such an occasion. He'd just been waiting for the right opportunity. Slipping out of his sweats and robe, he threw on a short red velvet robe trimmed in white faux fur, and an oversize brass-buckled black leather belt. Then, putting on his own Santa hat that he'd stashed away, he swapped his current underwear out for a dark green pair with candy canes printed all around, knowing Clint would appreciate the effort. Then, after a moment of adjusting it all in the mirror, he headed back out to the living room.

"I see you've unwrapped one of my presents already," he purred, devouring the archer before him with his gaze.