[ The great thing about being tall is he can slouch and still have a leg pressed right up against David, who looks and feels lovely as he rides Loki's thigh, settled snugly on a hip where he's encouraged to grind. Loki used to be jealous of Billy, of Teddy, of David getting to act on whatever good or poor impulse passed through their minds, Loki locked in a body that wasn't his and could not grow in time to match his mind. That body was burned up by King Loki and now he is entirely himself, his skin fits, and it's with fingers of his very own that he insinuates under David's clothing to seek out a hot back and sides, raking black nails down his hips where a belt stops him.
He tilts his head back and enjoys the amorous gnawing at his neck, lifting his thigh to keep David literally on his toes and tipped forward onto Loki. He closes his eyes and drifts in the moment, a low hum vibrating under David's lips in pleasure. ]
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He tilts his head back and enjoys the amorous gnawing at his neck, lifting his thigh to keep David literally on his toes and tipped forward onto Loki. He closes his eyes and drifts in the moment, a low hum vibrating under David's lips in pleasure. ]