Kinktober Day Twenty Seven: Temperature Play

Loki - Bucky (MCU)
Temperature play / bondage / blindfolds
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“Go blue.”

There was an intolerably long hesitation following this requisite. Loki said nothing at first, but as the indigo began to splash through the pale glamour he held, his discontent was clearly written across his face.   
 
“Does it make you that nervous?”

“Only when tied down.”

“Now don't give me that.” Bucky's face was difficult to read. He always looked mildly perturbed about everything at any given time. “I seem to remember you telling me that ropes made you feel free.” He leaned over the bed. “Or was that just when you thought I'd be the one spread eagle?”

Loki managed to pout almost as prettily as when he would smile. He tested the bonds a bit. Now to be utterly transparent, if he pulled with determination he could break the bed. But that would upset Bucky and that was the last thing he wanted. Playing with the good Captan's dear friend had it's perks. Upsetting Steve was one of them. But making this bedraggled, darling man angry was an entirely different prospect.   
 
James Barnes had been upset quite enough.
 
To Loki, there were similarities between them. But on the whole, he thoroughly enjoyed how quickly they'd taken to one another. He had methods for prying into Bucky's mind and allowing him to know himself to a greater effect. The man appreciated this. His friend, well meaning but entirely too over protective, simply could not see the benefit of connecting with someone who had Loki's tarnished reputation. 

~But then, the bright and shining can never truly see into the shadows.~
 
Bucky took a blindfold in hand and held up the thick black fabric so Loki could see it. “Now Tony tells me you're a god.”

“Such as it can be understood. Yes. I am a god.”

“Can you see through fabric?”

An arrogant, haughty chortle pulled from his throat. “I can see through the fabric of space and time! I can glean the future. I can see fear in the hearts of men...”

“I'll take that as a no.” He wrapped it around Loki's eyes, tightening it securely so the god couldn't shake it off easily. He waved a hand in front and nodded with satisfaction that Loki could not see. The weight relieved itself from the bed and a moment later, the scent of mango, coconut, and pineapple drifted through the room.

“Making a smoothie?” Loki asked, though a touch of nerves hit him as he heard the faint crackling of a flame in the room. He shifted a bit on the bed and his heart beat faster when he heard Bucky's footsteps tread closer.
 
“Not quite. Now, I don't really know what you're pain threshold is, so we're gonna play it safe.”

“Don't hesitate on my acOUNWWWWWWNT!” 

Bucky's snicker held as he watched the splatter of hot soy wax spread over Loki's now concave belly, the god panting at the unexpected contact.

“Oh come on, that was barely more than a quarter sized drop.” He stared in amazement as the blue faded out before turning darker. “Well now, that's different.” He waited until the melted wax built up again before tipping the contain and letting several droplets fall and land on the lovely pectorals.

“Ah! Aaahhhhaha! HA! HA!” Loki grit his teeth and growled, unsure if he approved of this sensation or not. He had played with wax and burning things before. But Bucky's assessment was correct. It burned far more when his skin was cold. Another volley of wax was dropped and Loki whined when it left a hot trail down his abdomen. “OWWHW! UH! Oh! You...you mean thing!”   
 
“Hush. If you didn't like it your cock wouldn't be twitching around.” Bucky leaned in, but remember the rules. Loki couldn't be physically touched like this. His frozen nature would cause Bucky drastic hard.

“When this is over, I'm gonna give you relief. But right now, you're just gonna have to take it like a god.” He stood and brough over another candle, letting the wax slosh around for a moment as he wet to stand between Loki's thighs. He had always admired the way the thickness spread out on a bed or chair. He adored it even more knowing the were vulnerable to his attack.   
 
It took the greatest amount of physical control not to jerk his arms forward and break the wooden bed posts as a large amount of hot wax was send cascading forward onto his thigh, leaving two thick pools of it to trickle down and make Loki howl at this exhausting and exciting sensation! “Mean! Mean thing!” he repeated, cock now sure it preferred erection over flaccidity.    
 
“Thats not mean.” Bucky insisted, his voice coming closer to Loki's face, a sure sign of real trouble soon to come. “Do you want to see mean, Loki?”

A long hesitation followed, Loki twisting this way and that as he considered the possible outcome.   
 
“I asked you a question. Can you answer me?” Bucky leaned in close, the heat of his breath tickling along Loki's neck, teasing him with the hopeless intimacy of a kiss. “Do you want to see mean?”

“Yes.”

Hot wax poured over his left nipple and Loki shrieked, arching up into it from pure shock and sensation! He fell back to the bed, gnawing on his arm as he twisted about, trying to deal with this new burst of suffering. A tight sob pulled from his lips as Bucky, now able to tweak his sore bud, kept his fingers amid the wax build up. “B-barnes! Barnes it...ahhhaaaa!”

He pooled more on top, watching it create a little hill of wax as it solidified. “Yes? Something you wanted to bring up?” He moved his hand slowly across the shuddering chest, leaving a new trail of wax as he made his way over to the second nipple.   
 
Loki couldn't find words! He was not against this in the least! And yet the very real trepidation haunted him as the little bursts of heat grew closer and closer to their next victim.