[ Riding out each sigh and hum, his head moves exactly as guided as if those horns really are attached. No sign of a band around his hair or clips though, if Chris's hands go wandering (a mystery!) and Loki is too busy treating this sweet, intriguing man to the blowjob he deserves to explain further. By the time he raises his head and drags down a breath on instinct his lips are red and puffy, slick and swollen from rubbing Chris's dick to distraction, and his lashes are damp with the evidence of what effort it took. Loki is no longer pale but dappled in colour as he crawls up the bed to hungrily meet that kiss and he rolls with the motion of it to welcome Chris's weight above.
Trapped in his pants, his hard-on is aching and he can't help the lurch of his hips to grind up on Chris's thigh. The resulting noise that muffles between their mouths can only be called a whimper, shuddering free. ]
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Trapped in his pants, his hard-on is aching and he can't help the lurch of his hips to grind up on Chris's thigh. The resulting noise that muffles between their mouths can only be called a whimper, shuddering free. ]