*Loki slides the hand that is cupping the boy's above his the boy's head and against the closed door. He presses him against it gently and kisses him, his other hand rubbing the skin underneath his shirt and pants on his left side*
He sighs into the kiss, his entire body swaying towards Loki's, and kisses him back hungrily, his free hand echoing Loki's movement, sliding over skin under his tshirt, up to his ribs, his fingers splaying out, trying to touch as much of Loki's skin as he can.
*Loki's hand slowly moves from Parry's side to the front of his jeans. He begins to unbutton them, but not before licking a line from his collar bone up his throat to his chin and capturing his lips again*
He whimpers, his head falling back against the wall, at the feel of Loki's lips on his neck. His hand moves out from under Loki's shirt, grasping it instead to pull him closer, as his other hand, trapped above his head against the door, unconsciously makes a fist.
*Loki continues undoing the button fly of the blonde boy's jeans, revealing...nothing. He wears so underwear. Loki snakes his hand into the boy's pants and grips him firmly, nibbling at the crook of the boy's neck*
He gasps, his hips arching forward into Loki's, his head falling to the side as Loki starts to leave marks, possibly without meaning to, on the pale, sensitive skin of his neck.
*Loki removes his hand in order to pulls off Parry's jacket, and shirt, throwing them carelessly to the side and kissing Parry's neck, slowly working his way down his well-muscled chest and stomach*
He falls back against the door again, his knees giving out, and lets out a low moan, the fingers of one hand coming up to twine through Loki's hair. On the end of the moan is a faint whisper of "please..."
*Loki licks at Parry's stomach and continues moving down, down towards his expectant erection. Loki pulls Parry's pants down to his knees, his erection waiting to be tended to. Loki ignores it for now and licks Parry's thighs and Loki's cheek lightly bushes his cock*
He whimpers again, and the hand in Loki's hair tightens as his other hand reaches helplessly for something, anything, to hold him up before he falls under the skilled ministrations of Loki's mouth and tongue. He finds the doorknob, bracing himself against the door, and holds tight, slipping slightly against the door anyway. He hisses as it scrapes his back.
*And finally Loki ends his suffering, taking him gently into his mouth. He licks the head, tonguing the slit and, after a moment, he takes him all the way in, feeling him in the back of his throat before moving back, almost taking him out of his mouth, before he moves back down him again. His hands knead his supple ass as he performs these loving actions*
He lets out a gasp, and a groan, and his hand slips off the doorknob as his knees give out entirely. He slides a few more inches down the door, supported only by it and by Loki's hands.
*Loki takes Parry out of his mouth and starts fondling and licking his balls, lightly nipping them as he does. He licks the length of Parry's shaft, swirling his tongue around the head before sucking on it, using all his strength to keep the boy standing. After a few torturous moments of that, Loki takes Parry fully into his mouth, all the way down to the base. And then he swallows, letting the muscles contract in the back of his throat around the head of Parry's.*
And aside from a faint high-pitched whine of pleasure, he can't speak, can't think, almost can't breathe, a boneless heap against the door, entirely at Loki's mercy.
His eyes are cracked open, just barely, watching the ex-angel as he moves.
*Loki is slow and unrelenting as he pleasures the boy. Slow, deliberate movements of his mouth along the slick, hot flesh. He hands now roam over Parry's body. They glide along his stomach and his thighs, and his low back and his ass. They touch everything they can as Loki's head slowly moves back and forth, up and down along Parry's weeping erection. Loki can taste the pre-cum in his mouth. It is salty and sweet, and not like come should taste, but....better somehow.*
"Yeah... yeah, I think I am."
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"Please..."
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His eyes are cracked open, just barely, watching the ex-angel as he moves.
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