[Loki loved the way Paul was invading his space, humming around the fingers he was dedicatedly sucking and wetting at the scrape of teeth against him, hips shifting a little for what he hoped knew was coming. Loki gasps a little as the fingers are removed, letting the breath out with a soft growl, head rolling back as Paul starts stretching him out.
How long had it been? How long had it been since Loki let anyone touch him, much less felt Paul between his legs? It was hard to say. Years at the very least, years of Loki masturbating in the shower, chasing the physical release with none of the mental stimulation that drove those needs so well.]
Fuck- [He groans out the word as Paul replaces his finger with his cock, body shifting a little more to align them, eyes a stormy blue as they lock on Paul's face long enough to see the kiss coming and lean into it. Loki kisses Paul like he needs it to breath, the thought of it all having taken over his brain since breakfast, one hand coming up to grab and fist into his shirt as he hooks a leg around Paul's waist.
It hurt a little but Loki had always been a masochist, so it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Paul was touching him. That Paul was kissing him. That Paul was back where he belonged, for a moment.]
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knewwas coming. Loki gasps a little as the fingers are removed, letting the breath out with a soft growl, head rolling back as Paul starts stretching him out.How long had it been? How long had it been since Loki let anyone touch him, much less felt Paul between his legs? It was hard to say. Years at the very least, years of Loki masturbating in the shower, chasing the physical release with none of the mental stimulation that drove those needs so well.]
Fuck- [He groans out the word as Paul replaces his finger with his cock, body shifting a little more to align them, eyes a stormy blue as they lock on Paul's face long enough to see the kiss coming and lean into it. Loki kisses Paul like he needs it to breath, the thought of it all having taken over his brain since breakfast, one hand coming up to grab and fist into his shirt as he hooks a leg around Paul's waist.
It hurt a little but Loki had always been a masochist, so it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Paul was touching him. That Paul was kissing him. That Paul was back where he belonged, for a moment.]