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        not faintest color of discomfort is regarded under lascivious scrutiny, condoned instead by the bare etchings of delight to Loki’s countenance. bourne with utmost regality. and a BREATHY LAUGH escapes wry lips, whilst he’s more than content to indulge the edict with compliance. slow, deliberate movement of nimble fingers SNAPS a clasp, unfastening and edging fabric away from pale flesh. never losing the other’s gaze from his own.   ❛though it hardly seems fair if you are privileged to keep yours …❜

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                              ❛    oh,    ❜   the note falls from a dramatic lip, slow in both presentation & descent, as it diminuendos. irises of hazel linger distractedly at the newly revealed skin –– the muted color only accented by the room’s dark decor. it’s only after a proper eyeful that hues flick back up to meet the other’s, with a glint commonly seen within the inky darkness of his pupil. his timbre is silky & nearly comes out a purr:  ❛   don’t you fret, handsome. we’ll get there  ( eventually )  .   in the meantime, let’s focus on you, hm ?  ––  you don’t strike me as one who shuns the spotlight.   ❜