"How are you feeling?"

They'd arrived back to François' home and Kaiya had instantly slumped against him, all fight gone.

"I can't believe I spoke to him that way."

"You spoke to him more nicely than he deserved."

Kaiya looked up at him, the color still high on his cheeks. "But I can't speak to a Dom that way?"

"Are you looking for permission, ku-uipo?"

"No! No, Sir. I'd never speak to you like that."

Loki shifted so Kaiya was in front of him. "Listen so very carefully to me now, Kaiya. If I ever spoke down to you, or was aggressive or nasty toward you, I would hope that you would tell me off. I am a Dom, not a god. I am not infallible, and I don't deserve to treat someone badly, regardless of their orientation."

Kaiya mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'you're a bit of a god', and Loki laughed, loud and open, hugging Kaiya to him and feeling the shake of his responding giggles against his chest.

"You are sweet, ku-uipo. I like this about you."

"What does that mean? Koo-oopo?"

"Ku-uipo? It's my language, I suppose it translates to sweetheart."

"You think of me as that?"

Loki breathed deep, closing his eyes for a moment. "I hope that you will be that, to me. I know you don't know me well, yet, but I am already very fond of you, and can feel myself getting fonder. Is there a chance you could feel something like that?"

"I'd hoped- but... I don't know that you will want me, that way."

"Oh, there is no fear of me wanting you."

"But, I'm not like the other boys. They have strong bodies and smooth skin. They're all so attractive."

"Kaiya, you are impossibly beautiful to me. I am very attracted, please don't doubt that."

"You might not think that, when you see me."

Loki lifted Kaiya's chin, which had dropped, making his boy look to see the sincerity in his eyes – he needed him to know this wasn't some fleeting thing.

"Please, let me prove myself to you."

Kaiya followed Loki into his room. He hadn't done anything to prepare for a scene – he'd hoped to speak to him further once they saw each other in the club; perhaps his wildest thoughts had allowed that Kaiya may agree to publicly announce something between them – he'd held hope of kneeling. This, though, was beyond any of that.

He was aware that Kaiya was uncomfortable with himself – and he couldn't wait to show the boy that it didn't matter. There was nothing that could be hiding behind the unflatteringly loose shorts and the cuddly sweater that would turn Loki away.

"What do you want from me, ku-uipo?"

"Could you," Kaiya flushed, examining his feet and dropping his voice, "could you look after me?"

"With pleasure."

This was it, this was those days of temptation presented before him, ready and ripe for the taking. But afraid. Loki didn't want the sourness of fear to twist anything between them, but Kaiya didn't know how to show him what he needed – didn't even know what he needed.

He leaned down, lifting Kaiya's chin with a gentle stroke of his finger, so the boy was staring up with those impossibly dark eyes. Loki paused, long enough that he could shift away from the soft touch if he wanted to, but instead he raised his face more, a hopeful urgency entering his gaze.

Loki connected, close mouthed at first, being clear he'd never take too much, too fast, waiting until he heard the panting mewl in Kaiya's throat that was his subconscious letting him know he was ready for more. It was only then he flicked his tongue to lap at Kaiya's fat bottom lip in the universal indicator for open sesame, and his boy responded immediately, beautifully.

They kissed until Kaiya was lax, only still upright because of the strong arms easily holding him. Kaiya let his head fall to the side, and Loki took his cue, kissing and nibbling along the smooth skin – not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to force more of those gentle noises of need from him.

"So good," Loki murmured, laying him on the bed and crouching to take his boots off, watching his hazy, relaxed eyes the whole time.

Both of their boots off, he ran his hands up Kaiya's legs, massaging the slight muscles lightly to maintain his comfort for as long as possible. Nevertheless, he tensed when Loki's hands got to his shorts, so he rested them there, his thumbs rotating circles onto the sharp jut of hips.

"We haven't discussed anything."

"I trust you, Sir."

"Thank you. But we should still talk. We don't know what we like yet. Is there anything in particular you're against?"

"Just the usual, Sir."

But there was something in the waver of his voice that belied his words, never mind the fact that Loki could feel the tremble of his body under his hands.

"Sit up," he instructed, helping until he had a lapful of tense boy, and he pulled his head to rest under his chin, noting how that made Kaiya relax some. "May I undress you?" he asked, stroking his back.

"I- I don't think you want to."

"You said that before, but I need you to explain it, because what I know is that I do want to, very much."

Kaiya shifted, raising one arm and slowly unhooking the thumb hole of his sweater, before rolling the sleeve until his forearm was revealed.

"John said it was disgusting."

Loki looked at the scarring, some indented and some red and raised, connected by long white weals that looked like scratches. They ran across his forearm and disappeared under the cuff at his elbow.

He took the arm carefully, lifting it to kiss down the scars until he reached the knuckle, and he held the small hand in his, finally looking into Kaiya's worried eyes.

"You don't think it's awful? I have them on my side too."

"I don't think it's awful. It's another thing that's part of you, and I think they look more frightening to your eyes than mine. May I see the others?"

Kaiya nodded, lifting his arms so Loki could pull his sweater free. He took the opportunity to kiss his side – equally marked – very gently at first, so he could know with certainty that Loki wasn't disgusted. When he had the boy relaxed again, he increased the pressure of his mouth, nipping and licking and tickling until Kaiya was giggling freely, clutching his shoulders.

"Can I prove to you that I find you beautiful?" he asked when he'd stopped so they could both catch their breath. Kaiya nodded, still wide-eyed and worried, but willing, and Loki lifted him easily, placing him back on the bed.

This time, Kaiya didn't tremble when Loki's hands found his shorts, and when he was naked before him, he managed to meet his gaze and seemed pleased by the clear want Loki knew was written in his face.

"You're so good for me. So very beautiful."

"I'm not... Sir."

Loki hid the smile – even when disagreeing, his boy still had good manners; sweet and angelic with his hair fanned out above his head.

"You can disagree with me any time if you feel I'm wrong, but you can't claim to know better than I what is in my own mind, and I tell you that you're stunning to me."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"You don't need to be sorry, but you do need to stop doubting me. Do I seem like someone who is uncertain what I want?"

Loki felt some guilt at the blatant lie – he'd had plenty of occasions lately where he wasn't sure of things, but Kaiya didn't need them taking up space in his mind right then. He needed Loki's assurance and confidence. Besides, it was something he felt convinced of: wanting Kaiya. And not merely for a night or a week or occasional scenes. The dates they'd had – every interaction – told Loki that Kaiya would be his; he felt the truth deep. And the way Kaiya nodded – still shy but with more certainty – proved it was the right thing to do.

"We will talk about all the things I want to do to you, and the things you want me to do, very soon, but I want to begin simply – not ropes or toys for today. How does that sound?"

"Good, Sir. Do you want me to-?" he moved to raise himself, but Loki gently pushed him back. He knew exactly what was on Kaiya's mind – could assume the kind of behavior John had expected – but that wasn't his own expectation. He ached to take care of Kaiya properly, and making his own demands wasn't part of that yet.

"Stay, ku-uipo. Before we continue, are you content with traffic lights for safewords?"

"Yes, Sir. Green for good, yellow for slow down and talk, red for stop. Ellis explained them."

Loki wanted to shout in anger for one hot moment, but he called it back. Whilst he was reasonably sure John hadn't done anything physically abusive, just the fact Ellis had been Kaiya's introduction to something as basic as the traffic light system meant he'd done enough wrong that Loki would like to take him down a dark alley and make sure he never looked at another sub again. He had more important things to concern himself with now though.

"What are your thoughts on protection? I was tested before joining the club, and I know you are regularly, for your membership, but I'm happy to use condoms if you prefer."

"Um," Kaiya blushed, and his voice was small, "will you, please, for now?"

"Yes, of course." Loki wanted to tell the world - and Kaiya - that he would always follow his wishes, and Kaiya didn't need to be as clearly concerned as his answer showed, but he knew repetition and calm acquiescence would achieve more, given time. He took a condom from the nightstand, and lube, giving a little wave with them with a pleased smile.

Kaiya wasn't shaking, but his body was tense, and Loki lay along his side, to reach his lips and softly kiss them. He did nothing else, at first, only one hand pressed to Kaiya's hip, secure and calming, kisses gentle and undemanding until he opened his mouth, seeking more. He took his cue, swiping his tongue in, testing, tasting, until he heard a needy moan, giving him the sign to become smoothly dominant, taking his mouth, asking for more, hungry, though still monitoring Kaiya's reactions, which became both more relaxed and needier – his shoulders soft and his hip twisting into Loki's hand.

"I want all of you, my sweet boy. May I?"

"Wha-? Um, please, yes?"

Kaiya squeaked when Loki slid down, pressing more kisses along his smooth, soft, torso. Kaiya's cock was hard, curving towards his stomach from smooth flesh. He wondered if the lack of hair was Kaiya's own choice or something he thought was necessary – though his own personal desire was for a more natural look. Regardless, that would be established later, when he would encourage Kaiya into whatever look was his own preference. In the meantime, he relished the surprised gasp when he licked up the side all the way to the tip, not pausing before slipping his mouth down, playing with the head with his dexterous tongue while he sucked to create friction while Kaiya whimpered at the overwhelming sensation.

He watched through hooded eyes when Kaiya threw his hands over his head and arched his back, losing himself to the feeling, his gasps turning into shocked pants as he tensed, and Loki was rewarded with the burst of hot bitterness across his tongue.

He made sure Kaiya was cleaned up, even through the almost incoherent apologies, before he lifted his head.

"Shhh, what is it?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, I shouldn't have done that. I should have warned you so you could move away?"

"You should?"

"Well, I don't know? I know Doms don't really do that..."

"Good Doms do," Loki insisted, choosing not to rail at the awfulness of John. It wasn't the time.

Instead, he lowered his head back down, further, and Kaiya squeaked again, this time because he'd felt the hot stripe of Loki's tongue over his hole. Loki grinned to himself, one hand pushing Kaiya's thigh up, the other anchoring the opposing hip, and he worked the tight muscle until it began to relax enough for him to twist inside and carefully press his teeth against the outside. The noises made his own body clench with desire – and he suspected the muttered words falling from Kaiya's mouth were no longer in English as he flung his head back.

Though he would be happy playing all night, he felt a primal need to claim Kaiya fully, and worked one finger inside, slick with the lube that had rolled to the floor. He was tight, but relaxed quickly, allowing the second finger in with ease.

Loki worked him until he could twist freely, rolling the condom on with his other hand, carefully slipping his fingers free and sliding up the bed, so he was balanced over Kaiya, who looked up with heart stopping trust.

"Do you want me to turn around, Sir?"

"Oh, no ku-uipo, stay right there. I want to watch you."

He pressed inside slowly, watching Kaiya's eyes roll back in pleasure at the increased stretch. He knew that wouldn't be an issue – depth was where the potential for discomfort would be, as he pushed further inside than his fingers could reach. Kaiya sucked in a sharp breath of pain, and Loki paused, letting him relax, until he nodded and clutched at Loki's arms.

He took it slowly, finally settling deep inside his boy, kissing him to steal his attention, until he could feel Kaiya clenching around him, and he moved, rocking his hips slowly. There would be time for power another day – he knew Kaiya would want that soon enough – but for now, he wanted him to know that he was special, and cared for, so he rocked and twisted his hips to grind down, until Kaiya was gasping and whimpering his need, pleading quietly.

Loki was happy to take care of him, reaching to take him in hand, stroking him firmly through his second orgasm, breathing out hot puffing bursts of his own as he felt Kaiya constrict around him, and he let himself go quickly afterwards, falling smoothly to the side and pulling him close so he could kiss him all over again.

A/N: I hope that was okay - for some reason the pronoun soup really kicked my butt with this one