[ A laboured, even exhale is what Nico earns when he touches Loki, the godling longer by a couple of inches and definitely thicker, even though he will never be as, ah, impressive as some Norse siblings. Loki keeps Nico as his focus, quick to tease that soft foreskin by stretching it up and down, trying to get Nico hard enough to fill out all the way.
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A whispered spell slicks his palm just enough. ]