[ Loki's writhing, the begging--Paul can't contain himself. Loki just looks too good like that, all ink and the sensual exhale, the way he calls Paul sir doing unspeakable things to him. He's never cared about authority but Loki's words are like sheer absolution, a honeyed hymn from parted lips. ]
You can touch me, because you look so pretty like this. [ It's a small admission, a bit of praise as Paul leans forward. He keeps that hold on Loki's hair, mainly for him because Loki really does look incredible with his back arched and needy like this, and the hand on Loki's cock is moves so Paul can remove the glove on it with his teeth, sliding it off and spitting into his hand to get ready to prepare the other. ]
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Date: 2023-09-06 08:52 pm (UTC)You can touch me, because you look so pretty like this. [ It's a small admission, a bit of praise as Paul leans forward. He keeps that hold on Loki's hair, mainly for him because Loki really does look incredible with his back arched and needy like this, and the hand on Loki's cock is moves so Paul can remove the glove on it with his teeth, sliding it off and spitting into his hand to get ready to prepare the other. ]
My pretty little needy Loki.
[ His. No one else's. His. ]