[ When next his lashes flutter open Loki lazily paws through Nico's hair, peeping up through the bangs that have been tossed across his eyes during raptures, still twitching here and there as Nico's come slips out around his cock. The shift in angle with Loki's legs has him aching down to his bones, humming in weak-willed approval because Nico is wonderful and not even Percy barging in could ruin this moment. The fucked-out godling he remains buried within looks like a cat that fell in a bowl of cream and has no complaints forthcoming for the foreseeable future.
His free hand slides up Nico's chest to feel the thunderous beating beyond a ribcage, his neck sore (albeit unmarked). A loose thigh tenses up briefly under Nico's kneading. ]
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His free hand slides up Nico's chest to feel the thunderous beating beyond a ribcage, his neck sore (albeit unmarked). A loose thigh tenses up briefly under Nico's kneading. ]
Not bad, Shadowbaby.