[ He feels like one of Stark's over-powered cars, revved up and ready to go. With his cold blood heated Loki wraps around Chris like a needy vine and runs his nails over a broad back, tugging at a shirt to get it off. A long leg curls high around Chris's hip to lock them together and he tips his head back on a breathy moan when he feels that hard cock rubbing up against him, imagining it buried inside himself instead. Where did he put the gods damned lube? Even Asgardians aren't magical enough to go without that.
A hand reaches under the pillows to find the bottle he stashed there earlier when snooping around the fancy house and he drops it nearby, too concerned with arching up into the graze of teeth over his pulse. ]
I can't, [ panting, he repeats himself with a voice as roughened as anyone would imagine, ] can't make your clothes vanish, too distracted.
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A hand reaches under the pillows to find the bottle he stashed there earlier when snooping around the fancy house and he drops it nearby, too concerned with arching up into the graze of teeth over his pulse. ]
I can't, [ panting, he repeats himself with a voice as roughened as anyone would imagine, ] can't make your clothes vanish, too distracted.
[ By everything. ]