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Pressure Valve - for Loki

That night circled around Phil's head for awhile. It was hard to forget the sight of Loki on his knees for a Dom who clearly did not know how to read the Asgardian. He thought about it each time he thought about going back to that club. Loki still full of defiance and the Dom full of bullshit trying to demand respect he hadn't earned.

He understood that Loki could be frustrating. Since the Asgardian had been banished to Earth he had been Phil's responsibility to help adjust to life here. Loki's magic was lessened but his attitude was the same. It had taken time to get the Prince to settle down, accept his fate and become... useful.

Loki was a brilliant strategist and good at deciphering codes. Around SHIELD he made for a gifted intelligence agent. Not always the best in the field but he had found himself a place among Team Delta. These days, he was only really trouble when Thor visited. Nothing seemed to push him back towards those early days like visits from Thor.

That was probably why Loki had gone to the club in the first place. Phil understood the need for release and a clear head when faced with something frustrating. What Loki got out of that night was probably not helpful. And Phil... wanted to help. He had always liked them bratty and willful.

So, he waited until the end of the day and stepped onto the elevator with Loki at just the right moment when the doors closed seconds behind them.

"I have a proposition," he said as the elevator descended. "If you're interested."

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Something about that utterly normal smile sends a sizzle down Loki's spine. Even in the face of someone who could overpower him in a second, Coulson remains so confident and utterly unphased; it makes Loki want to push, just to see what might make him break his composure. Loki tried a lot during the early days of his banishment, never succeeding in getting even the smallest hair out of place.

Hopefully this would at least accomplish that. If Loki's lucky he may even make his tie slightly askew.

"Name the time and place, sir." Loki's tongue curls around the word seductively. He isn't one to use human honorifics, preferring to call people by their title or surname. Agent. Director. Barton. Coulson. Never sir

The sir is cute. It's a very obvious play to get under Phil's skin. Loki does like to do that and it's amusing which is why it rarely works.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a slip of paper which he offers to Loki. "My address. If you don't remember it from the various times Barton and Romanoff have broken in. If you prefer privacy for this. Or we can start at our favorite stomping ground."

If Loki's more comfortable in public for now Phil understands. It's a lot to trust someone with this and yes, Team Delta breaks into his place sometimes and he lets them get away with it because they are his favorites.

"Seven o'clock." The elevator dinged to signaled it had reached their destination. "Text me your choice."

And he stepped off to let Loki actually think about it without him there to influence him.

Loki doesn't need to think about anything, if Coulson had told him to follow him then and there he would have without a second thought. It's more than a little embarrassing, so he sets a timer on his rather plain, SHIELD-issued phone for 15 minutes and forces himself to wait until it dings to send Coulson his confirmation.

Your place will be sufficient. Dress code?

The rest of the day passes in a haze. He doesn't have a ton to do, so the other agents should be forgiving if he spaces out a bit. Natasha clearly knows something is up, but he's fairly sure she would know if he had his underwear on inside out just by the way he sat. It's terrifying, but also somehow liberating finally knowing someone he can't successfully bullshit.

In no time he's out, freshened up, and knocking on Coulson's door. Wait, should he have brought something? Wine? Probably wine. With a soft whisper he pulls a bottle of red from his own apartment to his hand. With his full powers it wouldn't have been an issue. At the moment he counts himself lucky they happen to live relatively close to each other.

What you'd be comfortable in.

Phil didn't assume anything. He made his offer and was content to wait for a response. Even if he knew he could get a yes right away, he wanted Loki to have time to think and make a choice for himself.

It's still a relief and a thrill to get a yes.

He takes a bit of time when he gets home to prepare a few things though they haven't discussed what they want from this besides mutual satisfaction. Loki is promptly on time and he answers the door quickly so he isn't waiting outside very long.

"Welcome," he says a gestures for Loki to enter is neat and tidy one bedroom apartment. There's not too much here given Phil's often in the field but it's comfortable enough with a few vintage Captain America posters framed on the wall and a large library of books on one wall.

Loki is dressed well, if a bit more casual than most get to see him in a green long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. He doesn't find the pants as comfortable as many humans make them out to be, but then he doesn't plan on wearing them for that long this evening.

"Thank you," Loki says, looking around the immaculate living space with an appreciative eye. He's been here a few times with Barton and Romanoff (the aforementioned break-ins,) so nothing is terribly surprising. Except for what brought him here, obviously.

"I thought some wine suited the occasion. Though if you do not wish to indulge beforehand we can always save it for later."

He holds out the bottle, dragging his eyes up Coulson's body as he had in the elevator. Obviously the man couldn't do anything untoward at work, so Loki's curious how he will react now that they're in his home.

Phil takes the bottle and studies the label. He's dressed casually in jeans and a soft grey t-shirt. His feet are bare because he's home and comfortable.

It's a good wine and if they were having a casual night of conversation he would open the bottle and share it while they discussed whatever they were working on. He didn't think drinking before they started was a good idea in this case.

"Let's save it." He motions for Loki to follow him into the kitchen. "Before we start anything I want to establish our ground rules. Do you prefer a safe word or colors to check in?"

Loki follows him, his step silent as he had removed his own shoes as Coulson inspected the wine.

"The color system the club uses is fine; though I assure you if you do something I don't like, I am more than capable of stopping the situation myself." He gets why humans need safety measures like that in place, even if he doubts he'll ever need to use it.

"Try not to throw me through a wall. The neighbors would have questions I don't want to answer." Phil puts the wine into his wine rack and then crosses the small distance between them to stand directly in front of Loki.

"I don't use punishment often," he explains as he looks up at Loki meeting those intense green eyes. "I prefer denial when I'm not listened to. If you want me to use more forceful methods you should tell me and I can shift to meet your needs. It's very simple, though, I decide what happens and how it happens. If you ask politely, you might get what you want to happen."

That was the simplest, cut to the chase, way Phil could put his style of domination. He had the control. He gave only want he wanted to give but gave more when his sub was respectful and good for him. All Loki had to do was be good and he'd most likely get what he wanted.

"I'll only throw you through a wall if you ask nicely." Because Loki does have a dominant streak in him, it just isn't something he prefers often. He can act the part, he was raised as a prince after all, but his heart won't be in it unless he gets the itch.

"I like to push and be pushed in return," Loki says, stepping a bit closer into Phil's space. "I'll do everything you ask, exactly as you ask it. Denial is...effective as a punishment as it's something I do not enjoy, but to much simply takes me out of the scene. I much prefer pain, so for more minor infractions I would request that."

A balance then between Phil's usual style and Loki's desire for pain. Not exactly simple but doable. He considers Loki for another minute.

"Do you want to know what I intend to do tonight or do you want it to be a surprise?" They have the colors between them. If Phil crosses a line Loki will tell him. Some subs, especially with a new dom, want to know the details. Phil understands and will give that to him.

It's not always as fun to know what's coming or the rough idea of what's going to happen but once the trust is more fully build between them they can improvise more.

"Give me a vague outline," Loki says more out of curiosity than a need for comfort. He's watch Phil in the club the few times they were there at the same time, but he wonders if being in his own space will change anything.

Phil puts a hand on Loki's chest and pushes making him head back towards the way they had come and then towards the bedroom.

"I want you on your knees. I want to try out that clever mouth. I'm going to see how much you can take." Phil imagines Loki can handle things very rough and there are some frustrations he intends to work out.

"Most importantly, you are going to give me everything I want." Phil's tone is placid and full of confidence. He will get Loki to submit and the man will thank him for it.

Loki raises an eyebrow at the hand on his chest, a playful smirk on his lips as he allows Phil to guide him backwards through his apartment. The place is tidy enough that he doesn't feel the need to look behind to see where he's stepping, allowing him to keep eye contact as Phil talks about using his mouth. The cool confidence reminds him of how the human describes mission objectives and shit, that's way hotter than it should be. His choice in pants might be an even bigger issue soon if Phil keeps talking like that without ordering him to strip.

Gotta stay cool and collected now, though. They just started playing the game, can't get flustered this early.

"They call me Silvertongue for more than one reason," he says as they turn into the bedroom, one hand coming up to play with the hem of Phil's shirt. He knows touching without permission typically isn't okay, but he can't make everything easy for either of them. "What should I call you when my mouth isn't otherwise occupied?"

"Sir is acceptable." There's no reason to stop Loki's touching. He's not going to distract Phil from his goals and it's not a possessive touch either. Not demanding. It's clearly teasing, meant to test the waters of what's allowed and what's not.

What he does is step back, put a little distance between them.

"Strip. Then on your knees." His tone is firm. No room for argument. Phil begins to roll up his sleeves. He even turns away slightly to make sure everything he brought out earlier is still in order the way he wants.

Good. This should be a fun night.

"Yes sir." Loki's voice has only the slightest hint of sass as he waves his hand, removing his clothes with magic. Most of the time it's annoying that such minor magics are all that's left to him, but now he's just excited to see what Phil's reaction would be.

He does sink to his knees gracefully, as requested.

Since he didn't explicitly say no magic Phil doesn't punish Loki for taking the easy way out. Next time, he'll be more careful with his instructions. It does accomplish what he wants.

He takes a moment to admire Loki, lean and gorgeous. Phil walks over and trails a finger along his jaw. He tilts Loki's head up, lightly pressing his thumb to his lower lip.

"What a pretty thing you are."

A bit more forgiving than Loki was expecting, but it's good to know that Phil won't react rashly to his boundary testing. Still a bit annoying that he didn't get any reaction, but the night is still young.

"So I've been told." Parting his lips, Loki dips his head slightly to take Phil's thumb into his mouth.

Only for a moment. Phil takes a rough hold of Loki's chin and shoves his head back, grip tight. His expression never waivers, however, no flash of anger. Just a steady firmness.

"Enough of that," he says firmly. "You'll get what I give you. If you want something, say please."

His grip tightens slightly, knowing just how hard to make it ache but not a sharp sting of pain which he suspects is what Loki is looking for. Not yet. He hasn't quite earned that yet.

The ache from his grip makes Loki inhale sharply. A grin spreads across his face.

"Terribly sorry, sir." He doesn't sound sorry. He also doesn't sound respectful in the slightest. "May I give you a preview of my talents?" No 'please.' It's way too early for 'please.'

"No." Phil doesn't even add in a "not yet" or "soon". Loki gets no hints until he starts to behave and clearly he's not ready for that. A low heat curls in Phil's stomach. He loves them bratty and willful. The eventually surrender is that much better when they're strong willed.

"Hands in your lap. Do not move them." He stares Loki down for a moment before he lets go of his jaw. Phil circles him, occasionally touching, inspecting the goods for the night. He can't help but take a fistful of hair and pull Loki's head back as he stands behind him.

He meets Loki's eyes with a hint of amusement. They can definitely have fun.

Loki does as he's told, laying his hands on top of his thighs. Normally the denial would annoy him, but Phil denying not only Loki's fun, but also his own pleasure makes him even more excited.

A Phil circles, Loki keeps his eyes forward and posture perfect. Every touch sending sparks down his spine and right to his half-hard cock, especially when his head is tugged back. He resists only hard enough to give the pull a little extra bite, allowing his eyes to fall closed for the briefest moment to enjoy the sensation. When he opens them again he can't help but grin back up at the human's clear amusement. It's nice to finally find someone who sees his pushing for what it is —a challenge— rather than an annoyance.

"Like what you see, sir?" His tone isn't exactly respectful, but it is lacking in sarcasm. A small win he's giving Phil for playing along this nicely.

Perhaps it's not obvious in the club but Phil denies himself just as much as he denies his subs. It is a test of his control as well. He could very easily just take Loki's mouth and get off, express control by physical domination and selfishness but that's not his style.

"I think you'll do nice." Phil circles back in front of him, slowly letting his hair fall through his fingers. It's incredibly smooth and soft. Strong though. Phil imagines he could pull quite hard and it wouldn't break. And he saw how much Loki liked the sting. Easy enough to indulge that in the right circumstances.

"Keep your hands where they are." He holds Loki by the chin again and draws him in to rub his half-hard cock still trapped in his pants against Loki's mouth and cheek. "You can move them when you've earned it."

"Yes, sir."

Loki allows himself to be pulled forward, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as Phil rubs against his face. The rough jeans don't give much, but he can still smell just a bit of muck beneath the scent of whatever detergent he uses. It makes his dick twitch closer to full hardness, imagining what it will be like without the layers of clothing separating them.

When he's angled so Phil is rubbing over his mouth, Loki attempts to mouth at the growing bulge through the denim, moistening the material with his saliva.

Phil lets Loki mouth at him growing hard under his attention. He watches his body react and watches Loki's eyes waiting to see when the frustration hits as he's continually denied warm skin and a dick in his mouth.

He runs his fingers through Loki's hair, pushing it back each time it falls forward. Phil wants to see him. He doesn't want him trying to hide behind that beautiful black curtain that he strangely feels the urge to braid.

Another time.

When the dampness of his jeans gets uncomfortable he pushes Loki back as he steps away. He's breathing a bit faster and the denim is restrictive. He says nothing to Loki as he undoes his fly and eases his cock out. He strokes himself as he considers Loki and his next move.

It doesn't take long for Loki to get frustrated with the fabric. He even tries to covertly tug at Phil's zipper with his teeth, but to no avail. The smallest whine passes his lips when Phil steps back, his cock now fully erect and throbbing. Hungry eyes watch as the human unzips his pants and removes his cock. His fingernails bite into his palms as he sits up just a bit straighter.

"Ready to put my mouth to use?"

"Almost."

Phil smears his thumb through a drop of precome at the head of his cock then offers it to Loki.

"Show me you want it." If Loki does a good enough job with his thumb - Phil knows he will - then he can have his cock. He's giving Loki an opportunity to be good and be rewarded for it.

If Loki decides to be a brat the punishment is on him. Phil's curious to see which one he'll choose.

The thing is, Loki can behave very well when he's asked to do something he wanted to do anyways. Sure, he could be a brat just for the sake of it, but he really wants to get his hands on Phil, see what makes him loose his conposure. He can see hints of it in the way his breath is slightly quickened, his erect cock so tantalizing close to Loki's lips. It's just enough to make him want more.

He starts by flicking his tongue out, dragging it through the smear of precome, before taking the whole digit into his mouth. Loki begins working over the thumb; moving his head, hollowing his cheeks, closing his eyes and humming as if it were a spoonful of delicious ice cream.

He gets so lost in it that he briefly forgets himself and brings a hand up to gently touch Phil's wrist. Quickly, as if burned by the realization, Loki's hand snaps back to his thigh.

That little slip could have become something bigger but Loki remembered the rules really quickly. Phil smiles, pleased with the choice Loki decided to make. He brushes his fingers almost tenderly against Loki's cheek.

"Good boy." He slowly withdraws his thumb from Loki's mouth and steps forward around inch to offer him his cock. "You can't put your hands on me yet but you've earned this."

Phil didn't wait for Loki to take his offering. He pushes the head through Loki's lips into his warm and willing mouth. He groans softly as he grips Loki's hair tightly in his fist.

"Keep being good and I'll let you undress me."

Loki parts his lips and opens his mouth as Phil pushes in, the uttered praise send tingles of pleasure through his chest. Closing his eyes, Loki again hollows his cheeks and bobs his head back and forth a few times as much as Phil's grip would allow him to. After a few passes he pulls back just enough to let the shaft slip from his mouth to press against his cheek.

"I could make you feel so much better if I could touch you, though."

"I know," Phil says with an amused smile. His grip tightens on Loki's hair using it to move his head as he rubs his cock against his face. "I'm confident your hands are as good as your mouth. Maybe when you learn to ask nicely."

Loki can want. He can brag and boast about his skills but that's not going to get him what he wants. He has to work within Phil's rules. Some improvising is okay. Phil likes creativity but there are rules.

"Take a deep breath," he warns as he pushes his cock back into Loki's mouth. He forces his head down further and further, coaxing Loki to take his cock into his throat.

Loki gives a little moan as Phil's grip tightens in his hair, opening his mouth again involuntarily. It serves to allow his cock to slide in easily, another louder moan that Loki knows Phil will feel more than hear. He doesn't go completely limp, but his muscles do loosen, allowing Phil to guide his head further down his dick. It hits the back of Loki's throat, causing him to swallow reflexively. Then again completely on purpose.

Loki's throat swallows around him and Phil groans deeply. The sensation is perfect. He pushes against the back of Loki's head until he feels the man's nose up against his abdomen. As much as he wants to get lost in the sensation of Loki choking on his cock Phil pays close attention, waiting for the moment Loki starts to struggle.

Which takes a bit longer given his Asgardian nature. It feels like he could make deep throat him for hours and he wouldn't care. The problem is Phil's own stamina wouldn't handle it.

He pulls him back with a sharp yank on his hair. He's rougher with Loki than his other subs but he trust Loki will tell him when it's too much. "Mmm, very good."

He uses his thumb to wipe away a spot of drool.

Loki feels like he could stay here for hours, nose pressed against Phil's lower abdomen breathing in the musk and sweat with what little air he could manage. It made him dizzy with lust, eyes rolling back and closed as he sat patiently, focusing on swallowing so he doesn't choke on the cock buried as far back as it will go.

He's just started to wiggle in discomfort when the firm had that had been holding him gently in place yanks him back. A lazy grin on his lips as more praise is rained on him. Should he be putting up more of a fight? Phil said he liked the challenge, but it had been so long since Loki found anyone he trusted enough to truly let go with, and the human seemed to be good at giving just the right incentives for Loki to follow.

Turning his face to the side, he presses into the thumb cleaning the drool from his chin. Normally it would be mortifying, but things change in moments like these.

"Not so bad yourself, sir," Loki says, voice only a little rough from the intrusion on his throat.

He is a decidedly average human but he knows how to work with what he has. It's still nice to hear he's enough for a demi-god to enjoy.

Phil presses his thumb against his lower lip and into his mouth again. He slowly draws it out. "You can use your hands to finish undressing me."

He steps back from Loki and waits for him. He wants to see what Loki does now that he has more freedom. How much of his brattiness will come back. How well will he behave? Phil's curious to see how much work he still has to do to get Loki to play nicely.

Loki stays on his knees and reaches up, slowly sliding his hands down the front of Phil's chest, the grey t-shirt seemingly melting away as he does. Soft tingles of power follow in it's wake, not enough to hurt or even excite, but enough that the human can sense a working has been done. Once the shirt is completely gone and his chest bare, it reappears folded neatly on top of the dresser.

He pauses for the briefest moment before moving on to the pants, looking up at Phil through thick eyelashes, curious if he'll allow the magic to continue.

"Well, thank you for folding it." Phil is a little amused at the use of it. It makes some sense though. Loki's magic is part of him. Why wouldn't he use it? And his hands are still on Phil, still stroking over his skin. The magic creates an interesting sensation too.

He pets his fingers through his hair. "It's not really using your hands though is it? We can explore what your magic can do for both of us in bed another time. Use just your hands for me. Be good."

There's a hint of warning in his voice. He doesn't want Loki bending the rules again.

The look Loki gives Phil is definitely not a pout, because he is far too refined to pout, but it is reasonable for Phil to mistake it for one nonetheless.

"Being good isn't exactly my strong suit." Despite his protests he hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of his underwear to push down both the briefs and pants at the same time. As he does he leans closer, careful to not touch Phil with more than his hands, but close enough that the heat of his skin and the whisper of his breath play across his cock and lower abdomen.

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