[ Nico cedes control so easily and trusts Loki with such freedom that the godling smiles against rose-bitten skin on a neck, laving over a pulse again and again. His own breathing quickens with the pace of his hand and his voice becomes a low undercurrent, rumbling against Nico's skin. ]

I want you to put a hand on me, place it on my chest which you've been coveting all night. Right where you want to come, Nico, where you want me to jerk you off and mess me up, touch me and don't stop.