Dionysus closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Loki’s fingertip tracing letters onto his back. His fingertip was so warm against his skin that he could feel its touch long after he had moved his finger, his claws lightly scratching his skin.

He sounded each letter out, speaking them into the dark bedroom, lit only by the fireplace. “F… i… t… t… a…?”

Loki snickered. “Correct!”

“What does it mean?”

“‘Cunt’.”

Dionysus laughed, and when he cracked an eye open to look over his shoulder he could see the wide grin on Loki’s face. “Okay, so what’s ‘dick’, then?”

Still snickering to himself, Loki’s fingertip started moving across his back. Dionysus once again sounded out the word. “K… u… k… r…”

He smiled as he felt Loki draw a smiley-face with horns behind the word.

Dionysus propped himself up on his hand, smile widening as he looked at Loki again. “And what’s ‘I’m going to fuck you til you can’t walk for a week’?”

Loki cackled, his fingertips shaking against Dionysus’ skin with his laughter. “Writing that’s gonna take longer than you actually doing it!”

Dionysus reached out a hand to take hold of Loki’s wrist. He pulled him close, rolling both of them over until he was on top of him. His long hair draped around Loki’s face like a curtain, the light from the fireplace filtering between the strands to light up Loki’s eyes. “Do you have anywhere to be tomorrow?”

The impish grin on Loki’s face was wide as he reached up to wrap his arms around Dionysus’ neck, pulling him closer. “Nothing I can’t move ‘til later.”

As he pressed his lips to Loki’s, his kiss was almost scalding.

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