Like the slow melting of ice in cold spring sunshine, you undo me a little by moments with but one outcome. A cold burn when we fuck, it will last so long.

[ An ordinarily smooth Silvertongue is reduced to rasping when Nico pumps him full of methodical, insistent fingers, mouth hanging open on harsher breaths. Hands brace against the ornate headboard of the bed and he digs his heels into Nico and the bed as he spreads his thighs to accommodate his lover's weight, letting Nico watch the sight of a godling spread out underneath him, the smooth-skinned owner of lasciviously rolling hips actively encouraging him to be as rough as he pleases. He could ride him like this for a long time, burning with pleasure and endurance. ]

Won't my Shadowbaby fuck me now? Will he not stuff me full of his pretty cock that I long to suck on? Why does he not already fill me with his seed?

[ Teases lilt on an older vernacular as Loki smirks, trying and failing to appear as innocently bewildered as he sounds. ]