[ Perhaps in honour of their little story-telling get-together, Loki memorises every moment of Billy's orgasm in turn and documents how it feels to have him pour his come between them, godly fingers drifting down to caress the curve of a tight sac and give a helpful squeeze as release finds the lovely boy in his arms. Beautiful, like a Midgardian painting of old with an exquisite boy on view for all to see. After, when they both slump and Loki's heels prop him up so he doesn't have to crush Billy with his sagging weight, he murmurs over the curve of an ear. ]
... Hah. [ Catching his breath with a smile. ] And that's the story of how a witchboy wrecked a god, capturing him for at least the rest of the night.
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... Hah. [ Catching his breath with a smile. ] And that's the story of how a witchboy wrecked a god, capturing him for at least the rest of the night.
[ Because he's definitely staying over now. ]