[ Soft laughter huffs out under his breath throughout the hasty divesting of useless clothes, making a menace of himself as he paws and scratches at Nico to make his job harder (haha) as he gets started. Not that Loki, flushed with the success of a lie that briefly, in Nico's bed tonight, is their own reality, but because Nico wants it too. He's a better person than Loki, nothing could convince him to buy into the scenario if he wasn't just as parched to taste it, however briefly.
Being wanted that much curdles knots of pleasure that only unwind at the behest of the demigod's practiced touch, the cock on Loki's belly jumping whenever he tenses. Twisting and arching his lithe frame, the knee draped over Nico's shoulder squeezes, digging a heel into his back when stimulated from within and without. It might say something later that Loki craves the emotional importance that others inspire in Nico of their own accord, but that's a subject for later.
The lie is sweet like too much cake wolfed down at once, making his head spin where he peers up with reflective cat-eyes from the depths of Nico's pillows, riding his finger. No other Asgardian would gorge like this. ]
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Being wanted that much curdles knots of pleasure that only unwind at the behest of the demigod's practiced touch, the cock on Loki's belly jumping whenever he tenses. Twisting and arching his lithe frame, the knee draped over Nico's shoulder squeezes, digging a heel into his back when stimulated from within and without. It might say something later that Loki craves the emotional importance that others inspire in Nico of their own accord, but that's a subject for later.
The lie is sweet like too much cake wolfed down at once, making his head spin where he peers up with reflective cat-eyes from the depths of Nico's pillows, riding his finger. No other Asgardian would gorge like this. ]
I need you, Nico, need you more than anything ...