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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Journey_into_Mystery, Thor_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Daimon_Hellstrom/Loki
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Daimon_Hellstrom
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Bondage, Dubious_Consent, Loss_of_Virginity, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-16 Words: 1486
****** Change of Plans ******
by Inuryuvr
Summary
     Daimon gets what he wants from a deal.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"Daimon, this was not the agreed price." Loki states blandly as his hands are
cuffed above his head.
"No, but it is my preferred price and you don't seem to be resisting it at
all."  He responded with an appropriate smirk.  Loki's only reply was a huff as
Daimon secured the chains to the wall, but he raised an eyebrow as the son of
Satan ran a hand down his side.
“Is there something you have in mind you would like to tell me?”
“Perhaps, but I think the surprise would be more up your alley.” His flaming
eyes locked with Loki's, disconcerting the child god beyond what he had been
before. But Daimon did not hesitate in taking Loki's lips, using it both for
its purpose and a means to an end. Loki's eyes were wide with surprise, but he
did not notice Daimon's hands slipping to the belt at Loki's waist until he
heard the metal fall to the floor.
He bucked to dislodge Daimon from his lips and scowled at the man. “You cannot
seriously think you can take that from me?” Daimon returned a smirk at the
question.
“I intend to and I will have it.” The son of Satan surged forward to grip the
trickster's chin and pull Loki towards him. “And you will comply, or you will
face the consequences of our deal being broken.” He continued, his eyes
flaring.
“This wasn't even the deal...” Loki muttered, turning his eyes down with a
pout. Hellstrom smiles before gently taking Loki's lips again. The boy knows
what to expect this time as Daimon removes Loki's crown and head-sock, running
a hand through Loki's hair. Daimon pressed the kiss deeper, delving into Loki's
mouth and earning a groan from the little god. He pulled back to find Loki
panting from even the small contact. The virgin body betrayed Loki, making him
all too sensitive to Daimon's touches, much to the demon's pleasure.
The boy flinched as Daimon ran his fingers along the nape of Loki's neck and
down to his collarbone. Loki shot a glare at the man before him when he
chuckled, but Daimon ignored Loki to reach further down, exploring the little
god's body. He pushed Loki's tunic and undershirt up to expose the god's bare
chest to his roaming hands. Loki yelped when Daimon touched his nipples, but
tried to muffle any other sound that resulted from the attention.
“Don't try to hide it. You are enjoying this, and your leggings do much to
betray that.” Daimon smirks as he chides the boy. Loki blushes, but gasps a
little when Daimon twists his nipple, causing a grin to spread across the Hell
Lord's face. He played their a little longer before leaning forward to nip at
Loki's ear. “There we are, I want to hear you cry out so your brother may hear
in far away Asgard.” A shiver ran through Loki's body, eyes half-lidded and
panting, as Daimon whispered into his ear.
A hand slithered down his body to grasp his cock through the thin leggings,
drawing another yelp from the god. Loki swore he would be spending the rest of
the night after this hiding in a corner from embarrassment of all the sounds
Daimon drew from him. But he had little time to think about it when a split
second after he felt Daimon's lips smirk at his neck the Hell Lord had relieved
him of his leggings. Daimon backed up to observe his handy work. The little god
looked utterly wanton chained as he was causing Daimon's own arousal to make
itself known at last. He smirked before leaning down to remove Loki's boots and
the rest of his leggings then proceeding to remove his own clothes before the
boy. Loki's eyes were trained upon the strip show before him, catching Daimon's
amused gaze.
Turning away again with a blush, he felt before he saw Daimon's body pressed up
against his own. Loki felt the man's prick against his stomach, reminding him
how much bigger Daimon was compared to himself. His heartbeat turned erratic,
panicking at the sudden closeness, but Loki was in no position to try to push
the man off of him. He let Daimon pick him up and support him against the wall,
Loki's legs spread to either side of the man. Daimon's kiss eased a little of
his panic again with a reassuring hand running through his hair, but Loki
couldn't help but jump once again at the sudden prodding at his entrance. He
pulled away from Daimon only to have the man lean forward once again to place a
gentle kiss upon Loki's forehead before taking his lips once again.
It seemed even the Hell Lord had a respect for Loki's virginity. He tried to
ease fingers slowly into Loki while keeping him distracted every way he could
while supporting the boy against the wall. A kiss here, a nip there, and the
occasional stroke through Loki's hair when he can spare a hand get Loki through
the initial pain of the penetration until he is once again panting with
pleasure as Daimon spears Loki with his fingers. Loki is moaning by the time
Daimon decides to remove them causing Loki to whimper at the loss.
“Do you want it back?” Daimon asks with a smirk. Loki groans, eyes barely open
to gaze at Daimon. “I can give it to you. More than before, do you want this,
Loki?” He teases.
“D-Daimon... ngh..” Loki starts before being interrupted by the pressure of the
Hell Lord's cock prodding at his entrance.
“What is that?”
“Please...., finish what you started...” Loki pants out. It does not take
another breath for Daimon to push the head of his cock into Loki. Loki screams
at the intrusion, immediately regretting his decision, but Daimon is there to
calm him, a hand in his hair, and another at his back supporting him as he is
impaled upon Daimon's cock. He is eased down after a few moments hesitation
further onto the shaft, a small whimper punctuating each inch down he shifted.
Loki nearly sighed as he felt Daimon finally bottom out within him, Loki's hips
now resting against the Hell Lord's.
Daimon against waits for Loki's whimpers to quite and turn into agitated
shifting before pulling out of the little god and slamming back in. Loki yelped
at the contact, the sensation of Daimon's cock moving inside him causing a
shiver to run down his spine. That shiver developed into streaks of pleasure as
the Hell Lord continued to thrust into Loki's body. Loki could do nothing but
moan as he was thrust against the wall. Daimon leaned down to take Loki's lips
once again, continuing to move within Loki, but canting his hips to reach
deeper. The kiss was broken by a particularly vocal gasp from Loki when Daimon
finally hit his prostate. Daimon knew it would take very little at this point
to throw Loki over the edge and therefor redoubled his efforts, thrusting into
Loki at an unrestrained pace.
Loki's orgasm surprised him as the pleasure suddenly blinded him as he spent
himself across Daimon's and his own chests. He could barely feel Daimon's rapid
thrusts as he tried to finish in Loki's tightened ass. Finally the movement
stopped and he felt a flooding warmth spread into his body. The larger man
caught himself on the wall before he squished Loki between the wall and
himself. Loki finally came back to his senses to find Daimon still lodged
within him, but his over-sensitized body didn't want him to move. Loki wrapped
himself around Daimon as the Hell Lord came out of the haze to keep him from
moving.
“Don't move.” Loki said, locking his gaze with Daimon's.
“Are you interested in another round already?” He responded with a tired smirk.
“No...” Loki blushed, “It just hurts when you move inside me right now.” Daimon
nodded, understanding.
“It will only be worse if I stay though. I can get you down and into a bed only
if I move.” He brushed a hand through Loki's hair to calm him. Loki thought
about it for a bit, twisting his wrists within the cuffs, before nodding in
agreement. Daimon slowly eased himself out of Loki, but did not let the little
god down from his arms. Instead he reached up to free Loki's arms from the
cuffs with a quick spell. Loki retracts his arms, cringing at the stiff muscles
from the extended period of hanging from them, and curls up to Daimon's chest.
His exhaustion starts to take over as he is laid into the perfectly good bed
the Daimon could have used for their activities and tightens its grip so that
the last think Loki remembers of that night is the warmth at his back and the
strong arm that wraps around his shoulders.
End Notes
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