[ If he had a vulpine tail right now it would be fluffier as he shivers, arching into those hands with a happy hum against Chris's skin. Amid the folds of Loki's cloak he slips one hand down a stomach and abs, past a belt to lightly pet between Chris's legs, a promise of more, and he nudges his head into the fingers combing through his hair. Hedonism is easy to fall into and he encourages him by being very reactive. ]
How about a bed?
[ Chris doesn't think Loki isn't prepared, does he? For shame. ]
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How about a bed?
[ Chris doesn't think Loki isn't prepared, does he? For shame. ]