[ That's the moan of a man dying to get fucked, Loki thinks, while thought is still possible. He answers with a rumbling purr of approval and squeezes the cheeks in his grip with every rolling thrust, finding the curve of balls and rutting his cock up behind them so that Peter is never without the hard length of him. Having been aroused in the back of his mind all day it takes exceedingly little to have Loki panting into Peter's mouth, harsh breaths warming with the taste of his lover on his tongue, cock eager to please.
He can hear the rush of white noise in the back of his mind when Peter grips his hair tight, hissing through a smile.
A biting kiss works its way down a slender, elegant neck, marking up his spider so that anyone will see the bruises once that mask is off, entirely caught up in the scent and heat of the body riding his even through their clothes. Like that, he says without words, giving Peter a demonstration of how he wants him. ]
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He can hear the rush of white noise in the back of his mind when Peter grips his hair tight, hissing through a smile.
A biting kiss works its way down a slender, elegant neck, marking up his spider so that anyone will see the bruises once that mask is off, entirely caught up in the scent and heat of the body riding his even through their clothes. Like that, he says without words, giving Peter a demonstration of how he wants him. ]