[ He wishes he could lie, he wishes it whole-heartedly and feels lost without that piece of his inner jigsaw. Bare and raw, that's how every word feels, and while they might be the right thing to say it doesn't stop Loki's self-consciousness from awkwardly simmering in the pit of his gut. Billy shouldn't forgive him. Loki would never ask, despite how much he might apologise, because he just doesn't deserve their friendship and they're too good to know it.
Still, he kisses him back and chuckles, nosing against a soft cheek. He'd give anything to keep Billy right as he is, just like this, but ... ]
I don't know if I'd be able to hold back around you. [ He wants him with a hunger that he hasn't felt in a long time, not just for the sake of the sex but because he owes Billy something more. Can all the kind caresses in the world make up for Loki's lies? No, but he'd like to try.
My wants have proved a poor master. Playfully, he raps his fingers on the curve of a bare ass. ]
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Still, he kisses him back and chuckles, nosing against a soft cheek. He'd give anything to keep Billy right as he is, just like this, but ... ]
I don't know if I'd be able to hold back around you. [ He wants him with a hunger that he hasn't felt in a long time, not just for the sake of the sex but because he owes Billy something more. Can all the kind caresses in the world make up for Loki's lies? No, but he'd like to try.
My wants have proved a poor master. Playfully, he raps his fingers on the curve of a bare ass. ]
Things won't be weird tomorrow, I promise.