Absolutely, if you think I don't want to suck you off then I'd better make my stance on the matter clearer.

[ Kisses veer southward but only as far as a navel, dipping his tongue in. He holds Billy steady around his ribs so every arch only goes so far and he can't thrust up against anything for friction. All he gets is Loki's mouth, in words and deeds.

Just not the one he talks about. ]

There's this one technique, it's when your partner milks you with the tip of your cock massaged by their throat and you can't pull out, you have to endure their tongue running up and down your dick as they try to suck you off without really moving. Unless you grip their hair and push them even further down, that's always allowed.

[ Not that Billy will know it yet but Loki has to suffer a burgeoning erection of his own, his own imagery working against him. Teeth nip at the softest skin beneath a belly-button, flattering a trail of dark hair with a lick. ]

You just lie back [ conveniently, like Billy is now, ] with a head in your lap and let them drink down everything you have to give ...

But I don't want this to just be a thing that happens, either.