[ An almost constant rumble, a purring echoes up against Billy's smirk where it lingers against Loki's reddened neck, pawing through his hair and squeezing an asscheek with as much of a check on his strength as he can manage. He doesn't want to hurt him, would never ... ]
Yes, yes. [ His thighs twitch and tense as a caress finds the weak spot on his cock, right under the flare of the crown; a whine catches behind bared teeth, hips losing their rhythm. So close, so close. ] Billy, Billy ... oh gods, don't stop, ah —!
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Yes, yes. [ His thighs twitch and tense as a caress finds the weak spot on his cock, right under the flare of the crown; a whine catches behind bared teeth, hips losing their rhythm. So close, so close. ] Billy, Billy ... oh gods, don't stop, ah —!