[ The insouciance on display might be believable if Chris couldn't also see everything else, from the pink blush that's spilling down Loki's chest, to the eager jut of his cock as his bobs gently in the air, to the way his ass clutches at the finger Chris has eased inside him, warm and wet and so very tight.

The role he's probably supposed to play surely wouldn't reward such a display with a fondly amused smile, but Chris has always played by his own rules, and besides, he has a theory he wants to test out. ]

What would make you sing, gorgeous? [ He withdraws his hand just enough to fit a second finger in alongside the first before pressing back in with the inexorable steadiness of the tides, twisting his wrist as he goes so that he can crook his fingers up once they're fully seated. ] This? Or maybe this... [ Bending himself in half, he ducks down to lave a long lick up the length of Loki's aching cock, letting his tongue skip off the tip to continue that path up towards his sternum where he makes a brief detour to deposit a biting kiss to the swell of one pectoral, harder than any nip he'd given before. ] Tell me what you like, baby, help me make it good for you.