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The Text Meme

That's it. Just text.

We have the TFLN, the misfired texts and the sexting, but what about just texts?

You want to text that person, for whatever reason. Because you need to ask something, because you forgot to tell them something, because you miss them. Because you are in danger, because you need to know where they are or simply because you want to share this fact or story that's hilarious and can't wait another minute to be shared.

Serious, romantic, scary, funny, you pick the reason. Just text!

The Rules:

1; Comment with your character's name and series on the subject line.

2; Other characters will reply to yours by sending them a text.

3; It can be anything, you decide! Group texts are also possible!

4; Profit!

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I'm embarrassed for you, which consequently makes us even.

[ He wanders behind Tommy as the other man mooches his way inside for a better look, growing more and more interested in what the Hel is going on here like a cat too bored to chase a string until it crosses its paws. Tommy is right here, amongst Loki's things, and this is suddenly very real and happening a lot, gosh. He has Tommy to himself.

Arching a brow, a purr slips into a returning chuckle. ]

If you're going to give yourself to me on my own turf, you'd better warm me up. [ Why bother with pretence, after all (or nachos?), when he can simply slide his fingers down one of Tommy's arms and try to coax out a hand to lead him to the sofa. The TV still plays a pause screen on mute but there isn't a second controller set up, for reasons. ] You look cute, by the way.

[ for reasons being loki's selfish and knows tommy will literally kick his ass in mario kart? that's what he assumes, anyway, when the offer to play isn't given. and that's fine. not many can handle being bested in mk when facing a self-proclaimed champ.

tommy rolls his eyes a little at the touch, but just lets loki do what he wants. for now, anyway. he knows that's dangerous ground to walk on, but tommy would be a huge gd liar if he said he didn't like a little trouble now and again. he acts like it's no big deal—because it's not. it's just hands. touching. who cares, big whoop, wanna fight about it!!?!?

he continues to not make a big deal about it by making sure that idle sweep of his thumb just seems like a small twitch and not what it really is (except he doesn't do that great of a job, don't look at him). ]

'Course I do. [ what's the point of modesty??? tommy doesn't know. his other hand smooths down the front of his shirt—blue, btw; he's letting loki have his green by himself, they don't need to be matching. that's super lame. ] Not exactly new news.

[ there's a brief pause while tommy works out what he wants to say. there's any number of things sitting on the tip of his tongue to fly off and out of control, but for once, he puts a leash on it.

well, for a little while, anyway. he glances at loki out of the corner of his eye, one brow raised slightly. ]

So, how warm are we talking here?

[ The twitch of that thumb gains a squeeze in something like reassurance, intended that way, because Loki Notices Things and doesn't want Tommy to hide anything more than he absolutely refuses to spill. The rest is up for grabs as far as Loki is concerned. He sinks into his seat on the couch and sways Tommy's hand in his, nodding to the space beside him. ]

Smooch-warm. Unless you'd rather I offered you a beverage and kept my mouth shut about how very interested I am in putting it on you tonight.

[ Honesty? He can do honesty, oh Ymir can he. It's a tool to be wielded as expertly as lies, at times, a blade to drive home a point with less subtlety than sheer hungry intent. ]

You really can have a drink, by the way. [ JUST SAYING. ] Never mind what I say.

[ he doesn't sit yet, not because he doesn't want to or is suddenly having second thoughts. no, nothing like that. rather, he lets a shit-eating grin curl on his lips—that smugness, here it is—and he doesn't even bother stopping the laugh that manages to bubble free. ]

Shit... [ the word is slightly drawn and tommy laughs again because... because. he can't decide if it's weird or flattering that loki of all people actually likes him.

now he sits, heavily, legs spread in an easy sprawl. his head tips to the side and he waggles his brows. ] I knew you were into me. Didn't have to go through the elaborate ploy of editing your wiki. Could've just said so.

[ dumbass. not that he looked or anything. ...except he totally looked. and didn't bother changing it, either. ]

Well? [ he tugs loki's hand a little. if they're doing this, they need to be a lot closer. ] Put your smooches where your mouth is, ancestral helm.

I really didn't edit it, but I'm obviously losing that argument.

[ He chins a hand on the arm propped up on the back of the couch, letting Tommy lord his little victory and siphoning a smile of his own off that genuine delight. Then he shakes his head, his own sly grin cutting into place as he sinks back, a leg tucked underneath and another planted wide on the floor. That open lap is an open invitation. ]

Oh, no. My house, my rules! [ Is he loving this? Maybe a little. A lot. ] My culture doesn't let guests stay the night for free, they pull their own weight to show gratitude to their host through food or sex, so the longer you tarry on climbing into my lap? The greater the insult you're racking up.

[ Clicking a ticking noise behind his teeth, Loki seeks to hold the eye-contact between them as he licks his lips. ]

Not shy, are you?

[ it is an argument loki's going to lose. because if he didn't do it himself, he got someone else to do it. the alternative isn't something tommy wants to think about. it's not like they spend an exorbitant amount of time with each other. tommy's busy doing his tommy things and loki's busy doing god only knows what. apparently now they share the same sort of friend circle, so.

so, he'll probably have to wind up punching billy in the stomach. if it truly wasn't loki's fault, it was probably billy's in an attempt to be funny. or a jerk. he's not sure. he'll suss this all out later.

tommy snorts derisively through his nose, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling; ]

Because I'm real concerned about insulting you or your home.

[ idly, he wonders if that carries over to thor. aaaannnd that kind of makes him a little unsure. the last thing he wants is to insult a guy who can probably kill him with a finger. whatever. he's not thinking about that. no, instead he heaves a sigh as if he's so put out by all of this and looks at loki as if he's a babbling idiot (he thinks he might be). ]

And, really? Shy is what you're going with?

[ he's not shy. not really. he's... something or another. but, shy? no. this is just... weird, a little. a lot. it's his own fault for pushing and playing this game of chicken. tommy knows he could probably back out if he wants to, buuuut he came all this way.

and maybe he's curious about loki, okay?? so.

so, he just collects himself and makes the transition over, straddling loki's lap, knees pressed into his hips. one hand rests against his own thigh, the other curls slightly around the side of loki's neck. if he wants to play this game of push and pull, tommy's going to rise up to the challenge and put his own bait out there.

he leans in close, close enough to feel their breaths mingle, but that's it. one corner of his mouth twitches in a slight grin. ]

Not going to do all the work, though. You want something, come and get it.

[ 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.

[ it's a feat tommy can take on. if he survived the end of the avengers, dimension hopping bullshit, and all the other cornucopia of bullshit he's been through, cutting billy off from his nerd-raging wiki rampages is a walk in the park. but all of that is quite literally jerked from his mind as he's pulled closer and forced to feel the stretch of his muscles.

good thing he runs a lot.

the question startles him, obviously, before he can think to hide it. his sexual history isn't miles long, no matter how much he might want to boast that it is. and it's not something he's really discussed much. some things once or twice with david, when he'd deign tommy worthy of listening to properly, anyway. though logic tells him it shouldn't matter what his own number is, that doesn't really hold up against his ego.

so, he avoids answering entirely. instead, the hand against his thigh moves, pushing up under loki's shirt to splay against his skin. a finger traces along the column of loki's throat as he pulls just slightly back out of reach—a tease easier to cover nerves. ]

Who cares? If you're that concerned, why not make me forget them altogether?

[ That reaction hits an array of targets for Loki, loosing his words like arrows as he uses Tommy's reticent momentum to drag him back almost immediately. ]

So few? And yet for all that inexperience you're happy to roll about in the metaphorical sheets with me, not knowing what I like in a partner.

[ If he knocks the wind from him a little, all the better to see those lips part again in surprise. In a single move, one fluid and sleek owing to his natural-born strength and a sinuous style of fighting, he upends them on the couch with a buck from his hips as easily as a lion flipping a rabbit. Clutching at a pert ass and supporting the back of his head, Tommy will shortly find himself laid out with Loki prowling over him, petting those lovely long runner's legs as his hot mouth seizes the pulse in a neck in a searing kiss of tongue and teeth.

If Tommy likes a sea of hedonism, friction everywhere and the promise of wet heat where he may want more, Loki takes a chance and delivers. ]

What if I want this?

[ what a dick.

in all reality, tommy should have expected that. but he was kind of stupidly hoping for a tiny bit of tact on loki's part. idiot, really. he makes to respond, his mouth partially open with the words right there, but he's surprised enough by the quick change in position, that his mouth shuts quickly, teeth clacking against one another as his back hits the couch.

he doesn't close his eyes, not yet, but lazily blinks as he shifts from looking at the ceiling to the black mop of hair right near his face. there's no real hesitation in tipping his head to the side to give more room, just as his legs part a little more to fit loki between them better.

sometimes it's hard to argue when things start feeling nice. he drags a hand up loki's back, his hips pushing upward in a slow drag—but he's just getting comfortable. don't read into it or anything. ]

Didn't come here for a tea party, Loki. [ tommy sighs, then wets his lips. ] I must have something you like in a [ mockingly; ] partner, or we wouldn't be like this, now would we.

I never said you didn't.

[ Subtlety is best left for lies served straight into the eyes and ears of enemies. Loki, at least in this life, only takes people he trusts for lovers and luxuriates in not having the host deception about it. He's the Trickster and Silvertongue, but he's also very, very Asgardian at heart no matter the original Jotun blood that runs (hotly now) through his veins when rutting the beautiful man in his arms into the couch. If he wants to fuck and his passes are accepted, all bets are off.

As the Prince of Lies, he knows better than most how important it is not to play tricks with consent and clarity when it comes to sex.

Tommy doesn't protest in the slightest, not in any way that counts. That's good, that's damn good, just like a smart mouth which is now all Loki's privilege to shut up with fervid kisses that steal depth and lend hunger with each bite. Black nails rake through white hair, tersely wrenching back those locks in a fist; Tommy's thigh is hitched up high around Loki's waist to allow for a firm grind, a hard line growing in the god's jeans as they drag right down the middle of those parted around him, slow and slower. He could fuck him to this self-same tempo for hours, thrice-mortal stamina withstanding ...

Green eyes peer down to watch Tommy's face, dull pressure rhythmically nudging up behind a trapped sac to see if he likes that. Having his cock stroked is a given, that kind of predictability can wait while Loki explores what the speedster prefers, whether he's hiding any kinks close to the surface. ]

[ no, he's not protesting in the way it counts. not to say he doesn't entertain the idea—this already went farther than he'd expected when he left. not to mention it escalated quickly, too. but, he can't find it in himself to really complain about it.

well, he could. but why?

tommy feeds a noise—low and pleased—into the kiss. speaking of not being subtle, it's obvious he likes the sharp pull of his hair; the sting spreading along his scalp, giving an all too pleasurable tingle. also what he should have expected is the way loki kisses, like he's set to devour whole, stake his claim and damn it all, tommy can feel the toes of one foot curling. embarrassing, really.

so is the stupid noise of protest when it ends. he'd like to have held that back, but lost himself in the moment and he'll likely pay for that. idiot. lids lowered halfway, he peers at loki through the veil of his lashes. if tommy wanted to, he could be annoyed over how hot loki is. well, okay, he kind of is annoyed about it because it's thrown a wrench into his life.

he repeats: what a dick.

tommy lets a hand go free, gliding over any part of loki he can comfortably reach. he doesn't stay in one place, his mind too busy with wanting, needing something. not that he's in a super rush to completion, but slow and steady don't exactly win his race. he angles himself up, capturing loki's lips in another kiss that's more teeth than tongue, because if he's going to be teased, he's going to complain about it one way or another. seems like he might enjoy it more while getting something out of the deal. his voice is pitched low when he speaks between lingering, biting kisses. ]

Never regretted wearing jeans so much in my life.

[ All the noises Tommy makes go straight to a hard-on, arousal spiking higher from a mere simmer with the biting kisses. He yanks back on Tommy's hair for that, palming his way up a thigh to hoist him closer, hold him right there as Loki grinds against an answering bulge with unerring insistence, again and again just to see if he can't eke free even more delicious sounds. Those lust-lidded eyes are beautiful, yet the rest is currently a mystery. ]

I can fix that.

[ His own gaze glimmers with a ripple of magic that washes over him, scouring all but their underwear from existence in limning green lights. There's a whumph nearby at the same time the apartment's warm air hits their skin, the source of it their clothing dropping in a heap by the coffee table. Loki cocks his head and rises up just enough for Tommy to regroup, pecking him on the cheek. Long fingers card through soft white bangs, soothing. ]

Keeping up?

[ He can't be faulted for drinking in the sight of a lean runner's body, his own smooth and pale right down to his legs, save for a scrap of black curls leading beneath an elastic waistband. Godly, for sure, but the complete opposite of Thor and every other Asgardian's rugged approach.

Midgardian waxing is amazing, okay, and you should try wearing scalemaille that pinches your chesthair sometime. ]

Edited 2015-08-21 03:20 (UTC)

[ well. that's a thing that happened. leave it to a bratty god to use magic to take their clothes off instead of the frantic normal people way of ripping it off. he feels a little remiss—just a tiny bit, negligible. that thought is startled aside as he does a quick mental catalogue of what actual underwear he put on this morning. there's a slight twitch of his lips, as if he can't decide to laugh or wince at his choice.

whatever.

he tsks instead, shifting his gaze to the side as if noting where his clothes meandered off to, though he doesn't really care all that much. ]

Show off.

[ magic users. eyeroll.gif tbh.

resettling underneath loki again, tommy lets his hands roam where they want. all this skin has been presented to him, so why not? his palms skim up over loki's arms, halfway down his sides before sweeping in between them to skim over his chest. if he's appreciative of the waxing, he doesn't say. but the fact he keeps touching and rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, well... ]

Me keeping up is never an issue. [ don't give him that crap. ] It's fine, yeah?

Pizza panties. Nice.

[ And he does laugh, genuinely amused without being snide about it. Loki himself wears black boxers mostly out of necessity: you never know when a fellow supervillain will try to abduct and experiment on you and/or seduce you into their nefarious plans. Aside from the obvious problems that arise, embarrassing underwear if stripped doesn't need to be one of them.

As for being a show-off, well. Taken as granted. ]

Mmm ...

[ His lashes flutter at the sleek petting and Tommy might be in danger of one giant cat masquerading as an Asgardian slumping over him, pushing into those hands just as shamelessly as though the caresses are a strong addiction. Given how few people voluntarily touch Loki, they well might be.

Stealing a kiss, he nods by way of answering and runs a broad palm up a thigh and over cotton, skimming all the way over the jut of a hipbone and higher. Loki kneads at Tommy like he wants to memorise the map of muscle and bone laid out before him, tickling light fingertips up the ridges of ribs under an armpit. He seems content to get to know him at their own pace now that the irritation of clothing is mostly done away with, slouching over him with groins flush and kisses freely offered whenever their mouths Just So Happen to meet. Languid and curious. ]

Are you going to cause a fuss if I call you beautiful? I've a feeling it'll be on Twitter by tomorrow ...

Oh my God— [ he huffs and pinches loki's nipple as payback. or... some sort of payback. ] They're not panties. [ a beat ] Dick.

[ though there's hardly any bite to his words, soft murmur as they are. no, he's too busy touching still, enjoying the way loki luxuriates in the way tommy touches him. it's a powerful thing to know what sort of influence a simple thing like fingers on bare skin can do. probably a little weird that turns him on a bit more. whatever.

not to say he has or anything, but if he were to think about what sex entailed with loki, this easy pace wouldn't have been it. it's a little bit of a weird surprise. later he might realize it's all part of some huge tease and tommy will get it then that of course this is what loki would do. (he'll reiterate: dick.) his breath hitches slightly when a particularly sensitive part is ghosted over. not ticklish, just nice, tingly.

he hums in the back of his throat during one of those kisses, taking the opportunity of proximity to slip his hair into loki's hair. not pulling—yet—just carding through and scritching blunt nails against loki's scalp. a small laugh is given at the question and he makes a put upon noise; it's now he gives a little tug to his hair. ]

Going to tell me that's not your fault, too? [ tommy sighs, this whole thing is already so out of his control he has no idea what to do besides just roll with the tide. ] Beautiful's not the first thing I think when I look at myself. I'm more... [ he pauses, lips pursing as he shuffles back through his memory, then imitates loki; ] terrifically handsome.

[ An actual Eep! is what Tommy garners for that pinch, along with a bit of space as Loki briefly huffs over it. ]

Knickers, then.

[ Facetious? Him? Perish the thought. Rooting out that sensitive little spot, he applies his mouth there while dancing fingers trickle over the waistband of pizza panties, barely slipping in to scratch at a trail of white curls, teasing the softest skin leading south. He licks his way along the delineations of muscle in an arm, back up to Tommy's ear where Loki delicately traces the shell with a lick. If his voice is a little deeper than usual, a bit grittier, he blames the hand in his hair that draws out moans of his own against the hinge of Tommy's jaw with every scritch, cock twitching trapped against a hip. ]

Brat. How about entirely fuckable to begin with?

[ all the attention loki is giving him is making it harder to concentrate. though what he's supposed to be concentrating on is well beyond tommy's reach at the moment. it's also a little difficult to stay still, his energy simmering just beneath the surface and threatening to head toward boiling soon enough. rolling his hips up, he gets some friction to expend some before he goes crazy. if there's a soft sigh of loki's name, he didn't mean to let it slip out, so he'll admit to nothing. rest assured, however, loki's mouth feels good. really good.

who knew it could be used for something other than being annoying? tommy already knows he wants to feel it elsewhere. everywhere.

he laughs, though it's more breath than actual sound. the skin stretched over his chest flutters in time with his racing heart. if anyone told him this morning this was how his day was going to go, he probably would've punched them in the face. or nuts, maybe. now that he's here, though...

shifting his hands down, he grips tight against the curve of loki's hips. ]

Not expecting me to argue, are you? [ there's a cocky grin on his lips just before he angles himself in to nip at loki's skin wherever he can reach. ] 'Cause I'm not going to. [ a beat ] You are too—you're, like, stupid hot.

[ Tommy earns a firm kiss for the hush of Loki's name that passes those lips, brief but excessively fond in the moment. The ebb of hips against his is entertained for a minute or so, joining him in the sweet yet scant relief, but that's all. He has plans, it wouldn't do to simply fawn over Tommy like the needy thing Loki honestly is beneath layers of pretension. It's not the stripping of clothes that makes him feel so exposed, rather the trust he places in the other person with all of his less refined reactions. ]

Might technically have to thank Billy for that, ah. His spell that did the initial ageing up, and all.

[ Not all the credit can go to Billy, of course, but it seems suspect that out of all the options he clustered together to choose from, he made a face so deceptively handsome. Loki's fairly certain he was never this chiselled before the Old Man blew up.

The nip is nice, right on a slip of throat that dredges up an answering groan to the way he slips his hand further into those novelty boxers and wraps long, warm fingers around Tommy's cock, stroking him firm and slow as Loki rises up on an arm to watch the flaxen-haired boy's expressions. The pass of a thumb over a slit is light but circuitous on every upward fist and Loki wants to know all the cheat codes to such a fine body, already imagining how it will taste to have such a hot organ on his tongue, filling his mouth. ]

How do you like to be touched?

[ even if loki does let go enough to let some of that neediness show, it's not like tommy is going to say anything. at times he might be a hotheaded jerk of his own, but shit like this is private. it's nobody's business but theirs. though, he's not stupid enough to expect full on secrecy. before long the internet will know something happened. their friends, too. tommy doesn't think himself lucky enough to get through any sort of gathering free of some sort of tease from loki. anyway, point is, it's their business. and quite frankly, he'd like to know he got under loki's skin. and, besides, there's nothing wrong with needing something. or someone.

and what tommy needs right now? is for loki to shut the hell up. the building desire he's been feeling since he arrived is dampened slightly at the mention of his not-brother brother. he's set to say something, to tell him exactly that, when as soon as he opens his mouth, loki's hand is around his cock and the words are swallowed back with a particularly garbled groan that gets choked off somewhere toward the end.

fuck. —he might say that, he's not sure. wetting his lips, he stretches his body, unabashedly pushing his hips up for more. doesn't really give a shit how, just doesn't want it to stop. he exhales harshly, his tone thickened with lust. ]

Spoilers: I like it way better when you're not talking about my– brother. ...Or anyone else, I guess. [ . . . ] Look, just. A little faster, harder.

[ They're much more similar than Loki and Billy, that's for sure. This will definitely be used to tease Tommy later in public yet only because he can take it and give as good as he gets, a mutually unspoken understanding in everything Loki doesn't say at the time proving he'll keep the finer details hush-hush. This is for them, at essence, not the masses. ]

No, no, not yet. Thanks for the tip, though. [ Dick, yes.

The couch creaks as Loki begins to kiss a line down the centre of a lean chest, laving at a nipple on his southern route to nuzzle at a warm navel, nosing there back and forth. Through it all his fist pumps Tommy to the same unsatisfyingly steady beat, keeping him hard but unfulfilled.

His tongue slips beneath the elastic of boxers, plucking them barely an inch down and sucking at the softer skin beneath, the parts of Tommy that rarely see sunlight. ]

Alright, no more names. Let me make amends with a neat trick, I think you'll like it ...

[ As Loki keeps him half-in his boxers for maximum debauchery effect, pumping a freed length as heavy balls remain snug behind cotton, his palm glows and heats, a suddenly slick something-or-other that acts usefully as lube in a pinch now being slathered into rigid flesh to make Tommy glisten and delightfully wetter. The noises are perfectly obscene. Loki aches in his underwear with want, finding it irresistible not to lean forward and lick him from root to tip. His chin shines as he glances up. ]

Mmm, pretty.

[ Complimenting Tommy's dick? Absolutely. ]

[ the further loki goes down, the shallower tommy's breath becomes. not enough air to his brain makes him dizzy, makes him feel a little floaty and that only makes everything all that much better. he wants to close his eyes, but he also doesn't because... well, it's really very pleasing to see someone between his legs—let alone someone like loki. his mouth feels too dry and no amount of swallowing or wetting his lips seems to help the problem.

god it's not fair. loki's so close to what tommy wants, teasing around the area and he shifts, pushing his hips up for more. ]

I don't really think I like hearing trick while you've got my dick in your—

[ the words are cut off with a drawn moan, the heat sending a tingle through his veins, the leg nearest the edge of the couch slips off. his fingers flex before one hand moves to slip through his hair, tugging a little harder, a little more insistent now. ]

Yeah. It's the belle of the balls. You gonna tease me all night?

Yes, actually. [ Sorry but he's not sorry, especially when he casually tears through Tommy's heinous underwear like it's nothing more than wet paper. Tossing it aside, Loki's mouth attaches to the incredibly soft skin just past the join of a thigh, biting down enough to make it felt and licking any hurts better. ] Do you think you're only going to come once tonight? Stop rushing.

[ Smirking against pale skin, he licks his way leisurely to the base of a cock, cupping the heavy shaft as he explores his newest favourite route to the tip. The Liesmith's tongue that boasts so much chaos swirls around the crown, leading full pink lips to suck on Tommy lightly as he takes him into a hot mouth by a few generous inches and coats his palate with a bitter sample. ]

[ omg they are not heinous. good money was paid for those at target! he demands recompense for his pizza panties! now he'll have to go back home commando. does anyone realize how being, like, the fastest person on the planet doesn't lend well to speed racing with no underwear??? or he'll just steal some of loki's, that's an option, too.

anyway.

tommy makes a noise—part scoff, part indigence, part disbelieving, and part huff. it takes skill to pack all of that into one sound, but he thinks he's got it pretty down pat. he's got endurance in spades! ...maybe not as much as a god or anything, but he's no slouch. well, no slouch with himself. he's not really tried more than twice with anyone else. but, a teenage boy left alone with super powers is a dangerous thing—he'd only stopped at four because he got bored. ]

M'not rushing. I just— [ a rush of air leaves him so quickly it makes him dizzy. ] –shit. I— [ his lips press together as he hums low in the back of his throat. and it should be noted that he's trying his damnedest to not push his hips up to seek more of that enticing wet heat of loki's mouth.

he grips a little tighter at loki's hair; not pushing or guiding, just grounding himself in the moment. ] Don't stop.

[ 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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