[ It's gratifying to see the physical effects of this all on Loki, who has seemed so untouchable for so long, pristine and perfect and not subject to the little smudges that make life worthwhile. To see color high in his cheeks, spilling down his throat to mottle his chest and shoulders, to see his lashes spiky with tears and his eyes made that much brighter for it, to see the way his lips are swollen and shiny and just begging to be kissed...
Chris is weak in the face of that temptation, and he gives in to it gladly, bracing himself on one elbow so his free hand can smooth over that tousled hair behind its golden crown while he kisses Loki as deeply and fervently as he can, tasting the salt of himself on his tongue.
That desperate little whimper has him shuddering a little himself, grinding down to meet Loki's straining hips, his wet cock smearing across his lover's taut belly. ]
Shh, sweet thing. [ He ducks his head, trailing a kiss or two down the column of Loki's throat, letting his teeth catch a little. ] I've got you.
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Chris is weak in the face of that temptation, and he gives in to it gladly, bracing himself on one elbow so his free hand can smooth over that tousled hair behind its golden crown while he kisses Loki as deeply and fervently as he can, tasting the salt of himself on his tongue.
That desperate little whimper has him shuddering a little himself, grinding down to meet Loki's straining hips, his wet cock smearing across his lover's taut belly. ]
Shh, sweet thing. [ He ducks his head, trailing a kiss or two down the column of Loki's throat, letting his teeth catch a little. ] I've got you.