[ It registers after the fact that Teddy probably hasn't gone this far with Billy, not in the Kaplan's house with their darling little curfew and rules, but he doesn't let that revelation stop him either. He fucks Billy hard with his tongue as fingers gnarl in Loki's hair, the vibrations of a moan rippling through the long length buried in tight heat, coiling and stretching to seek out his sweet spot. There's pride in being allowed this and he wants to pleasure those canting hips into a firm rhythm, coaxing Billy to move as he pleases.
The hand on the boy picks up the pace by increments, especially around a swollen, sticky crown that needs all that precome worked back into it, because the sound of Loki's grip is very nearly as satisfying as hearing Billy wants him too. ]
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The hand on the boy picks up the pace by increments, especially around a swollen, sticky crown that needs all that precome worked back into it, because the sound of Loki's grip is very nearly as satisfying as hearing Billy wants him too. ]