[ At the denser comment, Chris squeezes Loki's thighs as if testing his give through his jeans, his grip surprisingly strong for someone's whose job is, at its core, just to sit in a chair and give orders to his subordinates.
He likes to look after himself, alright. You never know when you're going to need to run from a firefight, or keep up with a pretty young thing slithering into your lap.
Loki's fingers in his hair and the way he's undulating in his lap makes it very difficult to focus on anything beyond the press of his lips, but Chris valiantly tries to rally his attention so that he's not just setting there basking in affection without giving any in return. That's just bad manners, isn't it. Sliding his hand up the smooth curve of Loki's spine, he tangles his fingers in his hair once more and pulls gently, an echo of the move he tried in the alley that had Loki laughing at him. ]
Sweetheart, if you wanted me to bite you, all you had to do was ask.
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He likes to look after himself, alright. You never know when you're going to need to run from a firefight, or keep up with a pretty young thing slithering into your lap.
Loki's fingers in his hair and the way he's undulating in his lap makes it very difficult to focus on anything beyond the press of his lips, but Chris valiantly tries to rally his attention so that he's not just setting there basking in affection without giving any in return. That's just bad manners, isn't it. Sliding his hand up the smooth curve of Loki's spine, he tangles his fingers in his hair once more and pulls gently, an echo of the move he tried in the alley that had Loki laughing at him. ]
Sweetheart, if you wanted me to bite you, all you had to do was ask.