[ Loki ought to stick to dumber lovers, he starts to think, because he can't hide the way he gasps with two fingers driving him open, let alone his head falling back as Chris's tongue swipes hotly along his dick and latches onto his chest. His breath catches and the hand on a shoulder slips swiftly back into thick greying hair as Loki shudders, eyes falling closed as if to ignore his body arching up for more. It's too revealing. He doesn't want to see himself being so needy.
But he didn't pick a meat-headed lover, did he? He chose a very sharp tack and that choice speaks for itself.
He licks his drying lips and tries to regain his thoughts for a witty reply but it takes a beat too long and Loki instead tugs on his handful to coax him up for an insistent kiss, wanting that cleverness all over him as much as that gorgeous body. He gets the feeling Chris wouldn't want him if he didn't like him, at least a little, and he wants to be worthy of that fondness, having fought to woo it.
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But he didn't pick a meat-headed lover, did he? He chose a very sharp tack and that choice speaks for itself.
He licks his drying lips and tries to regain his thoughts for a witty reply but it takes a beat too long and Loki instead tugs on his handful to coax him up for an insistent kiss, wanting that cleverness all over him as much as that gorgeous body. He gets the feeling Chris wouldn't want him if he didn't like him, at least a little, and he wants to be worthy of that fondness, having fought to woo it.
"Baby."
He could be that; he would be that. ]
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