[ Those jeans, briefs, and socks are tossed aside as Nico is left in his tshirt like a wet dream come to life, squirming on Loki's lap and making it difficult not to simply magic away his own clothes; and he does, giving in so that Nico is wearing the sole remaining item between them once a shimmer of green light scours Loki into nudity. Much better. The way the demigod's tshirt remains the last barrier tangled between two achingly hard cocks is delicious.
He's still cool-skinned on the sofa despite having already come once and he feels bad for it, longing for the furs he keeps in his haunts for moments like these when he could have tumbled Nico down into them. Compensation, so small flaws wouldn't be noticed. He likes to skim his whole hands up slender thighs to cup a pert ass and squeeze, the silky-smooth skin luring caresses up Nico's lovely back.
For a short while, Loki indulges in some mostly-nude making out with the son of Hades, moaning low into that hot little mouth burning over his tongue. ]
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He's still cool-skinned on the sofa despite having already come once and he feels bad for it, longing for the furs he keeps in his haunts for moments like these when he could have tumbled Nico down into them. Compensation, so small flaws wouldn't be noticed. He likes to skim his whole hands up slender thighs to cup a pert ass and squeeze, the silky-smooth skin luring caresses up Nico's lovely back.
For a short while, Loki indulges in some mostly-nude making out with the son of Hades, moaning low into that hot little mouth burning over his tongue. ]