[ Tommy should definitely go home in some of Loki's spare boxers, that gives him a perfect excuse to get them back later.
He smiles against the underside of Tommy's cock, a wide mouth full of white teeth like a grinning shark ready to devour him in the best of ways. Idly, as he licks at the length of him like an ice lolly in summer, the loose circle of an index and thumb squeezes at the base so the rest of his fingers can slip down over Tommy's balls and hug them close to his body, fondling as Loki plays. ]
What's the magic word?
[ Don't worry, Tommy, he can do this all day. You taste exquisite. ]
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He smiles against the underside of Tommy's cock, a wide mouth full of white teeth like a grinning shark ready to devour him in the best of ways. Idly, as he licks at the length of him like an ice lolly in summer, the loose circle of an index and thumb squeezes at the base so the rest of his fingers can slip down over Tommy's balls and hug them close to his body, fondling as Loki plays. ]
What's the magic word?
[ Don't worry, Tommy, he can do this all day. You taste exquisite. ]