[ An infinity loop is drawn back and forth from hip-to-hip when Billy levies up his lower half, a black nail scratching lightly through a happy trail on each pass (and occasionally tracing just that), his aim to see how much sensitising Billy can take before he craves more than light caresses.
Loki's smile presses into chai-tinted lips, nibbling with an approving hum. The taste of Billy, the feel of soft sorcerous hands roaming around, it's all a heady experience that has Loki relaxing into the furs and spreading his legs on instinct, a heel digging in as he bends a knee. He could honestly lie under his industrious witch for hours. ]
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Loki's smile presses into chai-tinted lips, nibbling with an approving hum. The taste of Billy, the feel of soft sorcerous hands roaming around, it's all a heady experience that has Loki relaxing into the furs and spreading his legs on instinct, a heel digging in as he bends a knee. He could honestly lie under his industrious witch for hours. ]