[ Getting comfortable, rearranging oneself and divesting oneself of clothing, is rarely a particularly dignified experience, but Loki manages to make his prowling look particularly predatory while Chris feels a little bit like he's flailing around as he scoots himself just a little further up the mattress so Loki's not in danger of falling off as he settles between Chris's legs.
It's hard to focus with that chilled mouth pressing wet kisses down his belly as nimble fingers make short work of his belt and the fastenings of his pants, peeling them down his hips with such ease that Chris almost doesn't notice when his cock springs free.
The golden horns suddenly materializing is a little bit distracting, honestly.
Chris struggles up onto his elbows so he can get a better look, shifting his weight onto one arm so that his free hand can lift up to carefully trace his fingers up one curved horn. ]
Since the last time I was on Earth. [ So a few months. ] Are these decorative?
[ That last syllable gets mangled by the sudden intake of breath that catches in Chris's throat as Loki's cool tongue swipes up the long hot line of his cock, the plush softness of his lips kissing the tip enough to make a bead of precome well up eagerly. It takes real effort not to grab those golden horns, either to direct Loki where Chris wants him to do, or just to hold on. That would probably be rude. ]
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It's hard to focus with that chilled mouth pressing wet kisses down his belly as nimble fingers make short work of his belt and the fastenings of his pants, peeling them down his hips with such ease that Chris almost doesn't notice when his cock springs free.
The golden horns suddenly materializing is a little bit distracting, honestly.
Chris struggles up onto his elbows so he can get a better look, shifting his weight onto one arm so that his free hand can lift up to carefully trace his fingers up one curved horn. ]
Since the last time I was on Earth. [ So a few months. ] Are these decorative?
[ That last syllable gets mangled by the sudden intake of breath that catches in Chris's throat as Loki's cool tongue swipes up the long hot line of his cock, the plush softness of his lips kissing the tip enough to make a bead of precome well up eagerly. It takes real effort not to grab those golden horns, either to direct Loki where Chris wants him to do, or just to hold on. That would probably be rude. ]