( he is just lonely without teddy. this--isn't about loki, the chances of this ever becoming about the god of mischief himself are close to nil; it's always been teddy, for him. it always will be. the empty hole in his chest, the longing there, it's not waiting for loki to fill it. in a small crevice of his mind, billy is well-aware of that.
loki had called him beautiful, but billy knows better. he's being horrendously selfish, but he has full intentions to indulge in that selfishness. this was only meant to be a kiss, wasn't it? but it'd become so much more. a god's body pressed against his own, chest-to-chest, lungs running on empty because he keeps forgetting to try and breathe with loki's tongue down his throat.
confidence is something he's always struggled with; feeling loki's erection press against his thigh sure is helping that. it's only a kiss, but he's grinding up against him, touching him, saying his name into his mouth and billy can't help the way he reacts--half-hard in his pants and grinding right back down against his hip, hands splaying across loki's chest and groping at skin, counting the bones of his ribcage, moving lower to slide under him and grip onto his ass.
teenage hormones are absolutely awful--and damnit, he really hopes he doesn't come from just dry humping and kissing loki. that'd be embarrassing. it feels good, and he's reacting to it as badly as he had the fist time he'd gone this far: moaning and grinding helplessly down against him, dragging his tongue against loki's to taste him, hands pulling at his ass, pulling him up to get just that much more friction. )
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loki had called him beautiful, but billy knows better. he's being horrendously selfish, but he has full intentions to indulge in that selfishness. this was only meant to be a kiss, wasn't it? but it'd become so much more. a god's body pressed against his own, chest-to-chest, lungs running on empty because he keeps forgetting to try and breathe with loki's tongue down his throat.
confidence is something he's always struggled with; feeling loki's erection press against his thigh sure is helping that. it's only a kiss, but he's grinding up against him, touching him, saying his name into his mouth and billy can't help the way he reacts--half-hard in his pants and grinding right back down against his hip, hands splaying across loki's chest and groping at skin, counting the bones of his ribcage, moving lower to slide under him and grip onto his ass.
teenage hormones are absolutely awful--and damnit, he really hopes he doesn't come from just dry humping and kissing loki. that'd be embarrassing. it feels good, and he's reacting to it as badly as he had the fist time he'd gone this far: moaning and grinding helplessly down against him, dragging his tongue against loki's to taste him, hands pulling at his ass, pulling him up to get just that much more friction. )