[ Loki sinks his teeth hard into the curve of David's neck, turning them on the spot so that David is the one trapped up against the back of the wooden stall, ground there by the urgent sway of Loki's hips. He rakes his nails across an ass, hand buried in David's trousers, and the way he nuzzles his way to the opposite side of that neck isn't without a plethora of cold kisses, scraping his canines all the way to a heartbeat, and it's all to give David exactly what he wants.
Loki's free hand strokes around David's cock from base to tip, smearing around precome to work it down him in tight pulls, over and over, hot and insistent. ]
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Loki's free hand strokes around David's cock from base to tip, smearing around precome to work it down him in tight pulls, over and over, hot and insistent. ]
Then come for me, David. All for me.