[ An ungraceful sort of Ungnn noise sticks in his throat as Nico goes to town, sucking the very life out of the godling (or so it feels) with every sweet suck that drags Loki into Nico's mouth, a sticky mess by the time those hot lips unravel a path down a supporting vein to play with Loki's softer flesh. That draws out an actual whimper, thighs widening as hips as digs into the rug, undulating without any degree of pride as his head tips back on a moan. ]
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