[ he'll whine about that shirt later, it being one of his more favorite to wear, but for now he whines at the way loki's silver tongue pleases his ears by dipping into his native language. it's like music, but better, making him desperately suck in breaths as if he were suffocating. but no, it's nothing so painful as that. not anything close to the sensation he'd experienced in the clay jar that kept him trapped for a week. if there's any pain, it's in the way his heart seems to be bursting from his chest.
pushing up on his knees and spreading his thighs wider as loki directs, he drags his hands down from loki's hair, across a strong jaw and down the curve of a neck to dig blunt nails into the godling's shoulders. nico's already panty thanks to the fingers pushing their way inside him and he once more grinds himself on those fingers, crying out as loki succeeds in finding his prostate. ]
Ah-! Oh... Fuccck-
[ biting down on his lip, he tries to withhold further sound, but loki's fingers are too good, to deft and soon he's whimpering a reply in the same language loki had used. ]
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pushing up on his knees and spreading his thighs wider as loki directs, he drags his hands down from loki's hair, across a strong jaw and down the curve of a neck to dig blunt nails into the godling's shoulders. nico's already panty thanks to the fingers pushing their way inside him and he once more grinds himself on those fingers, crying out as loki succeeds in finding his prostate. ]
Ah-! Oh... Fuccck-
[ biting down on his lip, he tries to withhold further sound, but loki's fingers are too good, to deft and soon he's whimpering a reply in the same language loki had used. ]
Così bene! Amore mio... Ho bisogno di te. Prendimi, io sono tuo.