[Paul was fucking stunning. Loki felt like his breath was hooked on those eases in his friend's face, the cave to pleasure, the murmur of approval that sent a whole new thrill through him, the submission to the fact that fuck this feels fantastic, that they feel better than good together. There was some part of him that would always be 16 years old and desperately in love with Paul without really knowing what that meant.
Paul shoves and pulls and Loki shifts with him, even if means begrudgingly pulling his hands from Paul's cock, and he's feeling breathless and whore-y and just as needy as he's been accused of being. His hands scramble out to help support the shift in his weight, legs spreading and also lightly hooking around the back of Paul's thighs as he prepares himself for what's coming.
Which didn't exactly include the fingers, but there was no hesitation in the way Loki opened his mouth and sucked on those fingers like it was Paul's cock, almost drunk on the taste of salt and skin sinking into his mouth. Whatever Paul wanted; let Loki show him what he wanted to do.]
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Paul shoves and pulls and Loki shifts with him, even if means begrudgingly pulling his hands from Paul's cock, and he's feeling breathless and whore-y and just as needy as he's been accused of being. His hands scramble out to help support the shift in his weight, legs spreading and also lightly hooking around the back of Paul's thighs as he prepares himself for what's coming.
Which didn't exactly include the fingers, but there was no hesitation in the way Loki opened his mouth and sucked on those fingers like it was Paul's cock, almost drunk on the taste of salt and skin sinking into his mouth. Whatever Paul wanted; let Loki show him what he wanted to do.]