[ Chris hums, sinking into the feeling of Loki's tongue slipping over his cock, a shiver crawling up his spine both from the sensation of it and the anticipation of more as well as from the wholly unbelievable innocence painted across Loki's face.
A look like that promises only good things, and Chris is undeniably eager to experience them. ]
That's right... Loki, Prince of Asgard, King of Jotunheim. [ His voice is a low murmur, almost an afterthought, most of his attention clearly focused on the way Loki's fingers curl his around the jut of his crown, an implicit and then explicit instruction to use them to guide Loki to do whatever Chris wants. Chris has never slept with a king before, this is exciting.
Mostly what Chris wants to do, though, based on his reaction, seems to be to just groan loudly and let himself fall back to the bed as Loki takes him all the way down into his throat, a moist velvety slide that has him struggling not to buck up into dark cavern of Loki's mouth. Instead, he curls his fingers around one shiny gold horn, the other hand slipping around to brush the backs of his fingers across Loki's cheek, at first just a gentle caress before it becomes a slightly more purposeful exploration, sweeping along the edge of his jaw and then across to where his lips are stretched tight around the base of Chris's cock. ]
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A look like that promises only good things, and Chris is undeniably eager to experience them. ]
That's right... Loki, Prince of Asgard, King of Jotunheim. [ His voice is a low murmur, almost an afterthought, most of his attention clearly focused on the way Loki's fingers curl his around the jut of his crown, an implicit and then explicit instruction to use them to guide Loki to do whatever Chris wants. Chris has never slept with a king before, this is exciting.
Mostly what Chris wants to do, though, based on his reaction, seems to be to just groan loudly and let himself fall back to the bed as Loki takes him all the way down into his throat, a moist velvety slide that has him struggling not to buck up into dark cavern of Loki's mouth. Instead, he curls his fingers around one shiny gold horn, the other hand slipping around to brush the backs of his fingers across Loki's cheek, at first just a gentle caress before it becomes a slightly more purposeful exploration, sweeping along the edge of his jaw and then across to where his lips are stretched tight around the base of Chris's cock. ]