[ There you go. His smile can be felt as kisses mark their way down to a pulse, open-mouthed with a scrape of teeth that pinches, light before the pass of every soothing, sucking lick. Is he allowed to mark up Chris? Maybe a little, if he works his way down to the curve of his neck where he's deliciously hot ... ]
I'll reassure you of it.
[ Collars of clothes are stupid, Loki decides. The ambience of white noise coming from the mouth of the alley and the embrace reeling him in is a pleasant buzz in his blood, reminding him to keep this to light teasing for now. ]
no subject
I'll reassure you of it.
[ Collars of clothes are stupid, Loki decides. The ambience of white noise coming from the mouth of the alley and the embrace reeling him in is a pleasant buzz in his blood, reminding him to keep this to light teasing
for now. ]Relax, Chris, I've got you. What do you want?