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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 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.

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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.