[ The noise that leaves Billy is one that makes Loki's nails scrape at his nape, sliding free with exceptional self-control despite how much he would like to pursue the creation of more such moans. Like a big cat with eyes only for its trainer, he obediently let the kiss part on sweeter terms, green eyes brighter and full of mischief, seeking out angles behind them to get more of what he wants.
When Billy looks away, he'll find lips drifting lightly over his jawline, fingers sliding down his chest to tangle and lace through his knuckles. Loki's ego swells. ]
That was fun, though not my topmost form. [ He keeps his attentions light, easily brushed off if Billy gets exasperated. That doesn't change the fact Loki's kiss-sticky mouth closes over his pulse for a mere second, planting a playful kiss there, huffing a smile made of hot air as silky black hair tickles at a neck. ] Best out of three?
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When Billy looks away, he'll find lips drifting lightly over his jawline, fingers sliding down his chest to tangle and lace through his knuckles. Loki's ego swells. ]
That was fun, though not my topmost form. [ He keeps his attentions light, easily brushed off if Billy gets exasperated. That doesn't change the fact Loki's kiss-sticky mouth closes over his pulse for a mere second, planting a playful kiss there, huffing a smile made of hot air as silky black hair tickles at a neck. ] Best out of three?