[ Since he was more or less told to use the crown as a hand-hold, to direct the motion of Loki's head with it — a tiny little analytical part of Chris's brain wonders just how it's attached, considering the whole thing looks like a particularly robust tiara and therefore should come off very easily, hardly much of a hand-hold at all, and yet — Chris does as he's bade, rocking his wrist a little to coax Loki to pull back briefly before sliding back down again, a steady stream of sighs and approving hums slipping past his lips as he hands himself over to Loki's tender ministrations.
Chris is a man who values skill and craftsmanship and makes a point to surround himself with talented people.
Loki is certainly talented.
An unknown amount of time passes, perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten, before Chris uses his hold on that golden crown to lift Loki off entirely, his grip sure even as a disappointed groan rattles up through his chest when that glorious suction is removed completely. Cupping his free hand along Loki's jaw, he strokes his thumb across his lips, smearing spit and pre-come across the reddened skin and watching avidly as he presses into the soft give of flesh. ]
Come here. [ His voice is low and rough like he was the one with a dick in his throat, and when he manages to tug Loki up into kissing distance, he doesn't content himself with just letting his lover drape himself over his chest but pushes them down so he can be the one doing the draping, pinning him down to the bedspread with his greater bulk even if he knows that Loki is plenty strong enough to buck him off without hardly any effort at all. ]
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Chris is a man who values skill and craftsmanship and makes a point to surround himself with talented people.
Loki is certainly talented.
An unknown amount of time passes, perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten, before Chris uses his hold on that golden crown to lift Loki off entirely, his grip sure even as a disappointed groan rattles up through his chest when that glorious suction is removed completely. Cupping his free hand along Loki's jaw, he strokes his thumb across his lips, smearing spit and pre-come across the reddened skin and watching avidly as he presses into the soft give of flesh. ]
Come here. [ His voice is low and rough like he was the one with a dick in his throat, and when he manages to tug Loki up into kissing distance, he doesn't content himself with just letting his lover drape himself over his chest but pushes them down so he can be the one doing the draping, pinning him down to the bedspread with his greater bulk even if he knows that Loki is plenty strong enough to buck him off without hardly any effort at all. ]