[ The click of the opening lube draws his attention away from the ceiling where his gaze wanders as Billy shifts around, propping up on bent elbows so his view is unimpeded. He tilts his head at the sight of Billy laving at a stiff cock and wonders if he could snap a picture sometime, just to keep for himself (no, don't be creepy) or if it would be too odd to replay the scene later when he's alone in his own bed, a green illusory Wiccan naked and working over Loki's cock like he never should have stopped.
It's his respect for Billy that prompts the boundaries to hold fast between them, with Loki desperate but conscientious of his friend's wishes. Like they're back in the spaceship, almost; Loki reads him so easily. ]
Go slow, don't worry about hurting me. You couldn't do serious damage if you tried.
[ He might just be getting addicted to stealing Billy's firsts. ]
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It's his respect for Billy that prompts the boundaries to hold fast between them, with Loki desperate but conscientious of his friend's wishes. Like they're back in the spaceship, almost; Loki reads him so easily. ]
Go slow, don't worry about hurting me. You couldn't do serious damage if you tried.
[ He might just be getting addicted to stealing Billy's firsts. ]