[ Laughter muffles into Peter's amorous kisses as they both wander back under the cold spray, Loki sparing a hand to twist the temperature up before he waves away their sodden clothing in a shimmer of green magic. He runs both hands up and down Peter's chest, lightly scratching all the way down to his abs, giving into the urge to pull him in snug so their cocks can meet in the dripping heat of the shower. Already half-hard, he wastes no time in grinding against his boyfriend's hip while happily drowning in his sticky-wet kisses.
He loves Peter's weight, wants him with a hunger that flares beyond just a simmer now that they are wrapped up in each other. The way Loki can't decide whether to cover his side in more scratches or to tug on his hair means both happen alternatively.
A knee hooks around Peter's hip, inviting him in as Loki keens into the hot wash of his mouth. ]
the shower menace returns!!
He loves Peter's weight, wants him with a hunger that flares beyond just a simmer now that they are wrapped up in each other. The way Loki can't decide whether to cover his side in more scratches or to tug on his hair means both happen alternatively.
A knee hooks around Peter's hip, inviting him in as Loki keens into the hot wash of his mouth. ]