[ Now that Nico's need is attended and all there is to do is see to his own, it becomes (ironically) harder for Loki to feel aroused without anything to focus on outside his own body; hardly any of him yearns for release without Tony, the futurist having perhaps foolishly engraved himself on the heart of a god, long-lived and enduring each time it is touched by devotion that strong. He brushes aside Nico's hand and shakes his head, quieter than before. His voice sounds more tired than strained. ]
Not tonight. I ... can't. You did so well, let's leave it there.
[ It's more that his heart is vastly hollow without the man he fell for, that it doesn't seek satisfaction this way, and instead of burning up with desire his body drops in temperature almost instinctively. ]
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Not tonight. I ... can't. You did so well, let's leave it there.
[ It's more that his heart is vastly hollow without the man he fell for, that it doesn't seek satisfaction this way, and instead of burning up with desire his body drops in temperature almost instinctively. ]
I'm sorry.