[ It's permission, as far as Loki is concerned when Stephen eases his grip. He huffs a cool breath of his own over that hand and nips at that finger and thumb, trying to curl his dextrous tongue around a digit and draw it back into the soft wetness of his mouth. Come here, you. Magic twinkles over his lips, chaos swirling and magnetic as added encouragement. ]
Stephen. [ It sounds lewd out loud which is exactly why he says in an undertone, ] Let me suck your fingers.
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Stephen. [ It sounds lewd out loud which is exactly why he says in an undertone, ] Let me suck your fingers.