Fuck. ( breathless even as he squirms down against the mattress—loki’s denial seems to have only stirred him up even more, cock twitching against wet cotton as loki’s mouth continues to play over him. there’s a small patch of precum which only grows larger the more he moves. the godling has his hands, so he doesn’t even bother trying to use them anymore—instead takes a few deep breaths through his mouth, chews at the inside of his lower lip, whines and moans as his mouth moves lower, only to jerk his hips up with a startled gasp as loki’s tongue moves over his balls.
it’s a lot. but it feels really good, and he’s definitely losing himself in it, fingers curling into his palms and nails digging hard into skin. ) You’re—such a menace. Loki—
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it’s a lot. but it feels really good, and he’s definitely losing himself in it, fingers curling into his palms and nails digging hard into skin. ) You’re—such a menace. Loki—