[it's a nice feeling. loki's hands, loki's mouth. the give-- or lack thereof— of a god's body. he takes his time backing out of the kiss, licking the mischief god's mouth, his breath rebounding warmer than it went out of him.
and then he takes a breath, sniffing.]
You wanna do it again some time? [he asks. his hollow eyes are crinkled.] She's fun to ride.
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and then he takes a breath, sniffing.]
You wanna do it again some time? [he asks. his hollow eyes are crinkled.] She's fun to ride.