[ It's really the way Nico goes for gold that starts to seriously get Loki off, tugging on a fistful of hair to let him know he needn't deep-throat or gag trying. All that sloppy sucking over the tip is maddening enough, grunts echoing every rub of a hot tongue. ]
So good, Nico, just like that ... Ah, darkling!
[ Precome grows thicker as his abdomen tightens, crunching down a smooth expanse of skin as hairless as any god ought to own. NicoNicoNico. A thumb drags over the corner of Nico's mouth, feeling out where pretty pink lips are stretched around a stiff organ. ]
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So good, Nico, just like that ... Ah, darkling!
[ Precome grows thicker as his abdomen tightens, crunching down a smooth expanse of skin as hairless as any god ought to own. NicoNicoNico. A thumb drags over the corner of Nico's mouth, feeling out where pretty pink lips are stretched around a stiff organ. ]
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