[Billy moans when fingers encircle them, when Loki's mouth keeps working up marks that he knows are going to be there for days, that he's going to have to work to hide... if he can hide them.]
Are you trying to write your name?
[He asks, his voice a bit rougher with desire. His hands trail down to the curve of Loki's ass, kneading lightly, using the leverage to keep him close -- or as much as he can. Not like he could really hold Loki anywhere he didn't want to be.]
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Are you trying to write your name?
[He asks, his voice a bit rougher with desire. His hands trail down to the curve of Loki's ass, kneading lightly, using the leverage to keep him close -- or as much as he can. Not like he could really hold Loki anywhere he didn't want to be.]