[ Nico is, by a lot of Loki's standards, sweet as a golden apple and twice as appealing. The way his body accepts a hard cock and conforms is the stuff of sexy legends told beneath the lights of Bi The Way, tighter than any wet cunt in the godling's memory and far more satisfying as the demigod cleaves to him out of sheer need, a counterpoint to the incredible softness the raw nails tickling Loki's chest. He grunts in reply, stealing a hungry, sloppy kiss, and slides his hands under Nico's thighs to hold him up a little. ]
'In qualche modo'? Che ne dici ... tutti la notte?
[ He holds him there as the force of his thrusts beneath Nico shifts to something faster, harder, fucking him with a thorough eye that takes in the sight of Loki's cock getting swallowed to the root on every upward roll of his hips and memorises it. The silky-hot drag, reflexive spasms rippling around the tip (making Loki gasp sharply on every descent of the boy on his lap), like Nico might be using his fist instead of his ass. ]
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'In qualche modo'? Che ne dici ... tutti la notte?
[ He holds him there as the force of his thrusts beneath Nico shifts to something faster, harder, fucking him with a thorough eye that takes in the sight of Loki's cock getting swallowed to the root on every upward roll of his hips and memorises it. The silky-hot drag, reflexive spasms rippling around the tip (making Loki gasp sharply on every descent of the boy on his lap), like Nico might be using his fist instead of his ass. ]