[ Loki laughs, shoulders wriggling as he feels Peter's fingers go exploring under his shirt. ]
A little bit of each, to be fair.
[ The bed looms cosy and morning-tossed, hardly made, and he tips Peter back onto it with a grin, crawling up between his legs to guide one around his hip. He draws in close for a slow, fond kiss, letting his hips sink forward to the same pull of tongue so that everything boils down to mouths and cocks and beautiful, beautiful brunettes with sticky fingers. ]
Peter, darling, [ a rumble of desire deepens Loki's voice an octave, ] I want you naked in the next ten seconds or I'm tearing apart your suit.
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A little bit of each, to be fair.
[ The bed looms cosy and morning-tossed, hardly made, and he tips Peter back onto it with a grin, crawling up between his legs to guide one around his hip. He draws in close for a slow, fond kiss, letting his hips sink forward to the same pull of tongue so that everything boils down to mouths and cocks and beautiful, beautiful brunettes with sticky fingers. ]
Peter, darling, [ a rumble of desire deepens Loki's voice an octave, ] I want you naked in the next ten seconds or I'm tearing apart your suit.