[ Loki is softened to the chatter, the lack of any mystery, and the lovespell keeps him from sighing impatiently with an overwhelming level of attraction taking precedence over higher thinking. ]
No more praying, you'll give me a migraine.
[ No more talking either, he decides, shutting David up with a hard kiss as Loki kneads a pair of hips with the heels of his palms, dragging him in close. ]
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No more praying, you'll give me a migraine.
[ No more talking either, he decides, shutting David up with a hard kiss as Loki kneads a pair of hips with the heels of his palms, dragging him in close. ]