[ Lips skate their way along Chris's jaw where Loki finds a home by his temple, nosing with easy affection. ]
They certainly don't call me Silvertongue for nothing.
[ This might be a dusty alley, might be semi-public, and he might be risking making a fool of himself, but that is really par for the course no matter what Loki gets up to. Said infamous tongue traces the shell of an ear, nipping sharply at a lobe to gauge what Chris likes. Loki's weight sinks forward until he rests against him, hands absently kneading their way down Chris's front like a cat.
Chris doesn't want a captain's responsibilities today, so he can let Loki take care of him if he likes. ]
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They certainly don't call me Silvertongue for nothing.
[ This might be a dusty alley, might be semi-public, and he might be risking making a fool of himself, but that is really par for the course no matter what Loki gets up to. Said infamous tongue traces the shell of an ear, nipping sharply at a lobe to gauge what Chris likes. Loki's weight sinks forward until he rests against him, hands absently kneading their way down Chris's front like a cat.
Chris doesn't want a captain's responsibilities today, so he can let Loki take care of him if he likes. ]