[Billy moans, low and desperate. Loki is undoing him as much as he seems to be undoing him in return. Teeth rake over Loki's neck as he clenches around his fingers. The heat Loki's putting off, the sob of his name... Loki is going to drive him crazy before the morning is over. Eventually, when he's sure he's milked every last drop of pleasure from Loki, his fingers slow to a stop. His hips buck forward though, so close to his own release at Loki's hands that he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted. A broken please leaves his lips before they seek Loki out for another kiss.]
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