[ His smile flares brightly for a moment, dimming as Loki slides in close so their sides align and it's easier to drape an arm behind Billy on the sofa. Curled knuckles brush along his jaw as Loki stares into those brown eyes, his gaze drifting to Billy's lips as he simply savours the intimacy of that much simple touching (you're beautiful he says without words, this is what I want). Tilting his chin, agile fingers glide through the floppy locks by a temple and brush Billy's hair aside, the soft pads of Loki's fingertips trailing lightly around the shell of an ear, drifting to seek out sensitive softness on a throat where most people wouldn't get a chance to touch.
He doesn't quite kiss him yet, cupping the back of a neck to draw him in so their lips can brush, a sleek lick tracing all around the seam of Billy's delectable mouth with formal but lewd interest (here, here is where I want to taste you).
In a low voice, little more than a rumble in Loki's chest that huffs hot air over Billy's open mouth, he murmurs, ] How am I doing so far?
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He doesn't quite kiss him yet, cupping the back of a neck to draw him in so their lips can brush, a sleek lick tracing all around the seam of Billy's delectable mouth with formal but lewd interest (here, here is where I want to taste you).
In a low voice, little more than a rumble in Loki's chest that huffs hot air over Billy's open mouth, he murmurs, ] How am I doing so far?