[The shirt was already ruined when Loki tore it anyway. He lets out a soft noise as Loki's tongue works over him, cleans him, but for the moment he's content to just watch him and catch his breath. The glass against his knee finally has him moving to sit up though, pushing himself up and accepting the glass when it's offered to him.
... That all really just happened, didn't it?
He can't help a laugh at that question. Wow, the brat thing hasn't changed, even with the age up.]
I think you already know the answer to that.
[Glass put aside on the table, Billy reaches out to hook his fingers in the waistband of Loki's jeans, giving a tug to draw him a bit closer. His eyes rake appreciatively over Loki... and his lips quirk up into a smile as they land below the waist. Looks like he wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed himself at least...]
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... That all really just happened, didn't it?
He can't help a laugh at that question. Wow, the brat thing hasn't changed, even with the age up.]
I think you already know the answer to that.
[Glass put aside on the table, Billy reaches out to hook his fingers in the waistband of Loki's jeans, giving a tug to draw him a bit closer. His eyes rake appreciatively over Loki... and his lips quirk up into a smile as they land below the waist. Looks like he wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed himself at least...]
We're not done yet, are we? Sit down, Loki.