[ Beautiful too, Loki's laughter shudders right into his lover as he fucks him smoothly now that they have their niche. He returns a little control, sinking backwards so that his wiry partner can blanket him if he wants to and ride him to his own rhythm, the squeeze of that youthful ass milking out shivers from the immortal. The sound of their joining is lewd, flesh smacking on flesh, and he adores it.
A sigh peels up through his throat, lashes fluttering. Pale hips shunt with a brutal, short-lived pace that rubs his cockhead over the same sweet spot that keeps Nico whining before Loki reins in his urges, most of his existence narrowing down to the urge to stuff Nico full of his cock. His lip curls in what would be a sneer without his self-control on the brink, and he gives up on Italian to speak in English through a thicker-than-normal, harsh Asgardian accent.
His grip must be leaving bruises on Nico's hips, by now. ]
Let me come inside you ... ?
[ As easily as he could feign being too romantically far gone to ask, he keeps the issue of consent a keen, bright silver light in his head at all times. Nico deserves the decency, the thoughtfulness, and even if he denied Loki his wants on the verge of orgasm, his voice would be respected enough to be heard. ]
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[ Beautiful too, Loki's laughter shudders right into his lover as he fucks him smoothly now that they have their niche. He returns a little control, sinking backwards so that his wiry partner can blanket him if he wants to and ride him to his own rhythm, the squeeze of that youthful ass milking out shivers from the immortal. The sound of their joining is lewd, flesh smacking on flesh, and he adores it.
A sigh peels up through his throat, lashes fluttering. Pale hips shunt with a brutal, short-lived pace that rubs his cockhead over the same sweet spot that keeps Nico whining before Loki reins in his urges, most of his existence narrowing down to the urge to stuff Nico full of his cock. His lip curls in what would be a sneer without his self-control on the brink, and he gives up on Italian to speak in English through a thicker-than-normal, harsh Asgardian accent.
His grip must be leaving bruises on Nico's hips, by now. ]
Let me come inside you ... ?
[ As easily as he could feign being too romantically far gone to ask, he keeps the issue of consent a keen, bright silver light in his head at all times. Nico deserves the decency, the thoughtfulness, and even if he denied Loki his wants on the verge of orgasm, his voice would be respected enough to be heard. ]