Somewhere we won't be interrupted.[ He might be addicted to the salt-sweat taste of Chris's neck, a rumble of an answer all Chris gets before Loki leans back and tugs him toward the bed by his waistband. He can instinctually sense that enigmatic explanation won't be enough, so he concedes a little more since Chris already proved he's okay with a few bent rules. ] A continent away, in a house belonging to people who are on holiday. I checked for cameras, there are none.

[ If allowed, he's going to steer Chris to sit down on the large, pristine bed. It's not exactly a safe place to do this but it's got Loki's approval, and he likes to fit himself into places he shouldn't be, so breaking and entering is peanuts when the house is perfect for what he wants. He'll be sure to leave it as he found it!

He bites his lip, nimble fingers at work on Chris's fly in no hurry to stop stroking him at every opportunity. ]

Sit down for me, I want to taste you.