[ Ousting Billy from his wiki privileges may be a feat more difficult than, oh, defeating an interdimensional parasite. Besides that, Tommy's lucky he doesn't voice his thoughts on offending Thor instead of Loki when being invited into the lap of the latter. Taking the initiative is probably the smartest thing Tommy has done since walking in, rewarded with a sharp tug under his knees to bring their groins flush through clothing as the heels of strong hands knead their way up the insides of spread thighs, forcing them wider to stay parted to the point of starting to ache until Loki's grip settles around a narrow waist. Tommy can just get used to the burn in his muscles.

The not-kiss ghosting over his lips is a sweet tease, sealed with a long, slow lick around their circumference just to get a taste. ]

How many men have had you before? Or have you had? [ Arching up, he uses his greater Asgardian strength to hold Tommy right where he is underneath a grinding god and bites down on a lower-lip. ] I'm terrifically jealous and would like to know which of them I'm going to be besting.