[ If there's one surefire way to get Loki to shut up, it's this. Save for a shaky exhale of Nico's name, he tightens his grip and relaxes it by degrees, kneading at his handful as Nico plays with, ah, both of his. Good boy, he might say, because it always slips out with Dick and it's more habit than anything, a reflex just like the way precome slathers over Nico's tongue and a sac tightens. Responsive.
He doesn't thrust yet, having to consciously collect his thoughts. ]
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He doesn't thrust yet, having to consciously collect his thoughts. ]
Show me what you want to do to him.