[ His laughter vibrates into Billy’s body without relent, pleased and greedy to coax out more of that same desperation that has his fist growing slicker around Billy with the man’s own precome. Loki strokes him as a reward, trying to regulate the way Billy moves so that he can slowly start to fuck him in shallow thrusts, every other flicker turning stiff enough go press deeper ...
His tongue certainly is longer when buried out of sight, if Billy cares or even can notice. “Make me scream your name”, Billy said. “Till my legs tremble and my knees shake”. Any directions that come from the fist in his hair will be heeded but Loki doesn’t pause, after some initial teasing, in shoving past tension and flexing muscles, letting Billy really feel the way an almost prehensile limb stretches him open. ]
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His tongue certainly is longer when buried out of sight, if Billy cares or even can notice. “Make me scream your name”, Billy said. “Till my legs tremble and my knees shake”. Any directions that come from the fist in his hair will be heeded but Loki doesn’t pause, after some initial teasing, in shoving past tension and flexing muscles, letting Billy really feel the way an almost prehensile limb stretches him open. ]