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WHO: Benedict and Loki
WHAT: a best friend party between best friends
WHEN: during the quarantine
WHERE: Bene's room
NOTES: warning for dubcon and pretty much what one can expect to accompany a scene with Loki

When he first heard the announcement of the quarantine, Benedict didn't know how to react. But his view from the tower window has shown him a nervous populace, people pacing and shouting and gesturing loudly, and he can't help but wonder what he's gotten himself into by willingly returning to the Gallows. For the first time since arriving here, he's actually glad to not be getting out much.

He's sitting by the window now, at his writing desk, fighting the deep unease that's been creeping over him ever since his return. He never anything would be, but this seems... bigger than himself.

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A coward, perhaps, or a young man just beginning to learn the game he's only observed through his youth. Very much his mother's son, Benedict knows what people want, at their core... at least this is what he tells himself, to permit his own wanting of it.

Funny, how after spending so much time fighting tooth and nail for the dignity and respect to which he feels he's entitled, that this is what convinces Bene to relent. He offers some mild resistance to having his head turned, if only to keep his eyes locked on Loki's, fear and desire and playful challenge all communicated in one look. He's played this way before, with the other stupid rich boys back in Minrathous, all of them drunk and high out of their minds and pretending it was practice for their wives. None of them were really an achievement. He ran circles around them.

And now a circle is run around him, as he leans slightly forward for the kiss and is not permitted one. Eyelids fluttering slightly in surprise, possibly even affront, Benedict stares at him for a long moment and then carefully lowers to his knees.

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Loki does not release him as he kneels, not exactly--his fingers shift from Bene's chin to his cheek and then card into the young man's dark hair. His fingertips drum lightly against Bene's scalp before flattening down against the side of his skull. Loki's expression is imperious but there is a definite thread of want winding through it.

It would be a strange new expression to Bene, he imagines, and he makes no effort to disguise it.

He doesn't know how experienced Bene is, he has not followed the rumors of him well enough to have that information, so he does not presume to order the boy to actually take matters in hand. No, he will unlace his own trousers and leave them agape for Bene to suss out.

"Tell me, Benedict, have you ever imagined this? Us? Or is this wholly unexpected?"

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A small sound of dismay is the only answer Bene gives at first, the side of his head smarting from where Loki holds his hair. But after he's done wincing, he looks back up at him and, noticing how the blood from his hand has stained all the way down Loki's robe, he gives a smile that's almost mischievous.

"Perhaps," he says, and, taking the invitation, curls his fingers around the waiting member to give it a little squeeze. "Perhaps more than once." He begins to massage it gently with his thumb, watching Loki's face in his own crafty version of youthful fascination.
He's below him, it's true. But it's possible some vulnerabilities have shifted.

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki would scowl about the blood but it's hard to be bothered by such things when someone currently has their hand wrapped neatly around his cock. Bene teases, probably more due to Loki's unforgiving treatment of his hair than any inclination to draw this out, and Loki lets out a contented sort of hum as he watches his face.

"Tell me, how did you imagine this would go? Surely this is a surprise," Loki points out. His hand in Bene's hair loosens, becomes more forgiving, whenever the boy before him manages to touch him well, or refrains from idle massaging. If he's good about it, Loki will probably let him go altogether.

Probably.

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"I didn't imagine it," Bene says in a low purr, relaxing some alongside the grip on his hair. He shifts forward, beginning to use his tongue, but only on a surface level: each time it seems like he might go a little further, and take Loki all the way into his mouth, he pulls back and leaves a moment for the sharp cold of the drafty room.
"The knife was a surprise," he adds, looking all the way up at Loki's face, his own having been overtaken by a calculating expression. He was scared, and in pain, but he was given an in, and Benedict isn't a fool. He'll see how far this can go, how much he can get out of it.

And maybe feel good for once, in the meantime.

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Bene, unsurprisingly, takes the small amount of leniency that Loki has granted him and runs a mile with it. His teasing is a serious irritant but, in physical terms, Loki hardly minds it. He has been into denial for far too long for such a thing to truly drive him mad, but Bene doesn't know that, and Bene's goal is to try and reclaim some of the power in this arrangement. It is unfortunate that he lacks any leverage whatsoever.

"Really?" Loki drawls, an affect of frustration on his face as Benedict pulls away for the third time, drawing his tongue and mouth away from the task at hand. Loki's hand finally tightens in his hair, then, and tilts his head back to get a good look at him. "That should have been the only part that wasn't a surprise."

It's an insult, not very well veiled, but it is also said as Loki pulls him forward and claims his mouth with his cock. A mixed message if you will. Loki lets out a sigh of relief that is half performative and half earnest. He doesn't fuck his way into the boy's mouth to choking, that is a very specific act reserved for someone who enjoys it, but he is not shy about the movement, either.

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Things are taken somewhat out of Bene's control when the grip on his hair is tightened, and when he's pushed against his target, but he can't deny that it does something for him. He's silent for now, busy only with the task at hand, finding that even the opportunity to express this much within his social taboo is enough. Baby steps. Someday, maybe he'll tell his mother how he acts with other men.
Maybe not.
In the meantime, there's this.