[ This is peace. When bodies take over and his overactive brain can shut down by increments, thought-processes dulling like a mortal computer closing tabs by the dozen. Such a relief. Nico is a cool drink on a hot day the same way Dick always is, the same as Billy can sometimes be, Owen, Johnny, Verity. The experience is never cheapened when it repeats itself, this is the one reliable constant that Loki does crave.
So when his long fingers seek out a soft entrance to slather in not-there-moments-before lube, probing with the faith that Nico can handle two at once, he lets his desires shine through every pore, every breath and heated glance in burning witchfire eyes just for a needy moment. He buries his face in the curve of a neck and plants firm kisses, an arm curled across Nico's back to cradle him close, shy of revealing too much.
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So when his long fingers seek out a soft entrance to slather in not-there-moments-before lube, probing with the faith that Nico can handle two at once, he lets his desires shine through every pore, every breath and heated glance in burning witchfire eyes just for a needy moment. He buries his face in the curve of a neck and plants firm kisses, an arm curled across Nico's back to cradle him close, shy of revealing too much.
Too much gratitude. ]