yoroidoshi requested:

Dare: Go convince the 5th person on your dashboard to go skinny dipping with you.

talentedliarloki:

talentedliarloki:

Send me “Truth” or “Dare” (NSFW VERSION)

      _{“What say you, forger?”}

_{“Twas no mere guess.” Loki enjoyed teleporting. He enjoyed the security of it, knowing the probability of being pursued was nil, but he also enjoyed the literal security of it. The whirling pressure was like a safety blanket and Loki could easily lose himself in the sensation of cutting through space and time like a hot blade through butter. It made him feel powerful; more powerful than he was by nature.}

_{But that didn’t quite hold a candle to the way Loki felt when he noticed the arm around him. Eames was close. Close enough that Loki could count his dark lashes, appreciate that stubble along his jaw and cheeks, notice the pressure sores on his bottom lip which were undoubtedly left by his teeth. A traitorous swallow made its way down Loki’s esophagus. He had to look away when Eames did, appreciate the scenery as the forger did, lest he wanted to be consumed by forger, himself, instead.}

_{“When will you learn not to question my tastes?” The god unhanded Eames, slithered from the man’s grasp, and stepped away from him in favor of approaching one of the several hot springs around them. The steaming aquamarine pools were beautiful, of that much there was no question. Loki could practically feel the warmth in his bones just looking at the water.}

Of course it wasn’t a guess. Loki didn’t guess, and he should have known that the god would’ve picked one of the more secluded spots on the planet for them to enjoy. Secretly, Eames was pleased with the choice. The hot springs of Japan were perfect for whatever the other had planned. No one would bother them. No one would even look twice at them, they were that secluded. And yet all of this was just madness. It was madness to be alone with the trickster, to be as close as he currently was. Anyone would have told him that. But the way he felt when he was in the other’s presence wasn’t something anyone would truly understand. Even if he ignored the fact that his arm was still around his waist, he knew that he was playing with fire.

“When you do this thing more often,” he teased, flashing the other a rather cheeky smirk. At the removal of his hand, Eames felt – he wasn’t certain what to feel. Relief was one, but longing was another. It had been nice to have the god as close as he’d been. But on the other hand it was better for them both to keep their distance. The closer they stood to each other the more likely one of them would end up burned. And he had a feeling that that person would have been him. Oddly enough, he would have accepted it – the pain that came with just a moments touch from Loki. Pushing it all down, he made his way towards the pools and looked down into them. The warmth was calling out to him, begging him to just dip a toe, a foot, his body into the pools. And who was he to say no?

“We going to just stand here all day and look at ‘em or we going to actually enjoy the springs,” he asked, removing his shirt from his trousers and pulling it over his head, allowing the god to see the ink that decorated his chest. Eames had no idea if Loki had seem them before but if he hadn’t, he was certain the trickster would get quite the eyeful.

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   “Twas no mere guess.” Loki enjoyed teleporting. He enjoyed the security of it, knowing the probability of being pursued...