[ lips still working at that sensitive skin, nico drags his hands down loki's chest, fingers immediately going to work at the fastens of whatever pants loki might be wearing. his mouth never strays far from where his breath draws shivers from the one beneath him and when loki poses that percy might wake up, something in nico just can't seem to find a damn. he's intent on divesting the godling of his clothing and taking until they've both had their fill. ]
So? [ he nips at skin that refuses to bruise as his own hips slide down and against the erection he can feel hardening under layers of clothing. ] Would that bother you?
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So? [ he nips at skin that refuses to bruise as his own hips slide down and against the erection he can feel hardening under layers of clothing. ] Would that bother you?