[ As much as he could lay over Peter and happily enjoy some A-grade frottage, he sighs in relief when nudged back and sits with a hand braced on their bed, unable to go further. His mouth dries out as he watches all that creamy skin revealed, looming in close when Peter reaches for him. Loki skims a palm up a bare thigh just to feel him, breath hitching with the hunger lodging inside him like a sharp hook toward his lover.
He smiles and his clothes appropriately turn to smoke, leaving him bare as he brings one of Peter's hands up to buss a kiss over his knuckles. ]
My clothes exist at your leisure, dear.
[ Manners are briefly buried as he gets between Peter's legs and bows him back down to the bed for a kiss rougher than before, demanding in the way Loki groans to feel Peter naked against him, gorgeous and wonderful and all his, touching him everywhere just to feel the warm strength in his arms and abs and chest, long legs like a cradle for a god. His lovely sweet spider, deserving of all the love Loki can provide. ]
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He smiles and his clothes appropriately turn to smoke, leaving him bare as he brings one of Peter's hands up to buss a kiss over his knuckles. ]
My clothes exist at your leisure, dear.
[ Manners are briefly buried as he gets between Peter's legs and bows him back down to the bed for a kiss rougher than before, demanding in the way Loki groans to feel Peter naked against him, gorgeous and wonderful and all his, touching him everywhere just to feel the warm strength in his arms and abs and chest, long legs like a cradle for a god. His lovely sweet spider, deserving of all the love Loki can provide. ]