( even if he wanted to tease out more of that desperation, he's far too lost in appreciation to do anything other then lean back in, more than eager to please and sate. his body already misses the lock of loki's legs pulling against him urgently.
there's no need to speak either, if their mouths are occupied. all the better anyway, as bucky has grown fond of the gradual bruising of his lips while tasting loki over and over and over and over—
what a conundrum, to also want so much more physically and be satisfied with the simple glide and mesh of lips, tongue, and teeth. )
[that's better. it's like coming up for air to press lips hungrily together again, even if it's also a bit like drowning. here, at least, his fingers can find purchase and cling to bucky's shoulders, blunt nails digging half-moons into the man's flesh.
his teeth are probably too sharp. the buck of his hips is probably too wild. there will be scratches rent into bucky's back and bruises mottling his own.
more would be good. just this for ages would be good. they're good. that's all loki's mind has space for in the moment, which is... well, one of the many blessings of having what they have.]
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there's no need to speak either, if their mouths are occupied. all the better anyway, as bucky has grown fond of the gradual bruising of his lips while tasting loki over and over and over and over—
what a conundrum, to also want so much more physically and be satisfied with the simple glide and mesh of lips, tongue, and teeth. )
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his teeth are probably too sharp. the buck of his hips is probably too wild. there will be scratches rent into bucky's back and bruises mottling his own.
more would be good. just this for ages would be good. they're good. that's all loki's mind has space for in the moment, which is... well, one of the many blessings of having what they have.]