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Loki would look at the phone, perhaps a bit shocked at first, but then a wicked smile would grow over his face. His eyes would trail upwards from the device to your face. And as you stare at him, the cheeky grin on your own face fades away. He looks intimidating, nearly devious, now that he has the phone in his hand.

“Such a small thing, this is,” he says, his thumb hovering over the button on the screen that would draw out your pleasure should he touch it. Loki hums and chuckles, a low sound that comes from his chest. “And yet, so much power.”

“I haven’t tried it yet,” you feel the need to admit. “I don’t know how, uh, powerful it is.”

“No?” Loki asks, one brow lifting upwards. He slides an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. You gasp - his cock is already hard and neither of you have done anything to one another. His fingers press into the small of your back and he bends his head down, lips ghosting along your ear. “Shall we test it, then?”

Loki presses the button before you can say much else. Suddenly, sharp vibrations erupt from inside you and you nearly fall. You grasp onto Loki’s shirt with both hands. Your thighs tremble and you can’t help but whimper Loki’s name. The bastard picked one of the highest settings to start with. You feel so good. You press your body harder against Loki’s and you notice his cock has grown even stiffer ever since he pressed that button. You look up at him with wide eyes and struggle to find the right words.

“Loki...fuck, Loki, it...it...”

“I know, pet,” he cooes. He sounds almost sweet, almost inviting. But then, that devious grin gets wider, his eyes get darker, and his voice drops to an octave of a growling predator. “You have given me a weapon. I cannot wait to use it all night.”

“All night?” you squeak in repetition. The vibrations increase and you curse, knees wobbling. Loki holds you up at presses a long, possessive kiss to your neck.

“Mmm, all night. Allow me to cancel our plans. It seems we’ll be rather busy.”

At Pride this year let's not focus on intergroup exclutions (exclusionists I'm looking at you. Dont even bother showing up truly) and start moving forward. Let us focus on the true meaning of PRIDE this year. Fucking equality and cops can go run into bricks. Bacon may smell good but they aren't there to protect you. Their presence is a fucking mockery and proof that they can turn a riot into a peace party. We will not forget.