[ loki is asking permission and Paul has to reward that, reward the only person who fully understands him. He loves it, the way Loki knows not to touch. It's the little things. It's feeling like he's in control, for once. Loki allows him that without question, just like when they were younger.
He uses his teeth, scraping along the other's inner thigh in a decisive manner before he stands a little straighter. ]
You want to touch me?
[ It's getting harder to keep his voice still and quiet, but he manages even if it's strained with lust. Loki looks incredible, and Paul brings a gloved hand up and through Loki's undercut, carding through the long hair and then grabbing a fistful. He pulls, forcing Loki to arch his back and neck as best as he can in the cramped space, rough and uncaring and alive and full of nothing but carnal desire. ]
You want to do this to me?
[ his other hand is curling around Loki's cock, finally touching the other with that gloved hand, thumb swiping over Loki's head with each slow, deliberate pump. ]
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He uses his teeth, scraping along the other's inner thigh in a decisive manner before he stands a little straighter. ]
You want to touch me?
[ It's getting harder to keep his voice still and quiet, but he manages even if it's strained with lust. Loki looks incredible, and Paul brings a gloved hand up and through Loki's undercut, carding through the long hair and then grabbing a fistful. He pulls, forcing Loki to arch his back and neck as best as he can in the cramped space, rough and uncaring and alive and full of nothing but carnal desire. ]
You want to do this to me?
[ his other hand is curling around Loki's cock, finally touching the other with that gloved hand, thumb swiping over Loki's head with each slow, deliberate pump. ]