[ It's as electric as the first time, all the time, as if that neon sign charged them up with an unnaturally heady desire. It sweeps through Loki in waves, hot and desperate with the way they ride each others hips in perfect tandem, rubbing his cock alongside Peter's in a firm grind for longer than he really should if he wants to take this other places. His fingers splay and fit into the dips of Peter's ribs and Loki feels like he's finally home, knowing the exact layout of bone and muscle down a lean waist until he finds one of those delectable hips (mental note: kiss him there later until he gets tired of it) and leaves some scratches.
Biting Peter's lower lip to match the sweet roughness with a tug, Loki grins down. ]
ᛖᛒᚺᚦᚦ.
[ The spell coats his hand as it wraps around Peter's cock for a firm stroke, working him up with twists of Loki's warm, wet palm over the tip. ]
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Biting Peter's lower lip to match the sweet roughness with a tug, Loki grins down. ]
ᛖᛒᚺᚦᚦ.
[ The spell coats his hand as it wraps around Peter's cock for a firm stroke, working him up with twists of Loki's warm, wet palm over the tip. ]