[ Indescribably smooth fabric cleaves to Billy’s ass as Loki drags him over his burgeoning erection, cotton slacks nudging behind the curve of a sac with every slow grind. A wicked grin flashes over his lips and he frees up a hand to trace a line down the navel of that suit, his black nail razoring a thin opening. ]
Oh, isn’t there?
[ It’s a simple matter to reach in and slide Billy’s erection into his hand, stroking him slowly with the tip rubbing against Loki’s wrist, guiding that hardness obscenely out of an otherwise pristine, heroic costume. ]
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Oh, isn’t there?
[ It’s a simple matter to reach in and slide Billy’s erection into his hand, stroking him slowly with the tip rubbing against Loki’s wrist, guiding that hardness obscenely out of an otherwise pristine, heroic costume. ]