[ His body betrays him, no longer able to wholly control every action and gesture to tailor and manipulate the situation, unable to lie. With that particular ability stripped bare Loki feels a shudder ripple through him so that even after he reacts to the fingers pressing in deep and moans, the silly petname has him giving a reflexive buck too and he hikes a curled knee up on Chris's hip to hold his hand there, that praise liquifying all the sass he thought he was building into a physical reaction where he tightens up.
His voice sounds far higher and reedier than he would like as he huffs, ]
I'm ancient, I — ahh, fuck.
[ He doesn't feel very godlike at all, hot and sweaty as he keeps a grip in Chris's hair and rakes at his back. Loki feels like an idiotic twenty-something unable to regulate his sensitive body's reactions (betrayal!), annoyed at himself for revelling in them with such force.
He gives Chris's hair a tug, not quite biting back a whine. ]
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His voice sounds far higher and reedier than he would like as he huffs, ]
I'm ancient, I — ahh, fuck.
[ He doesn't feel very godlike at all, hot and sweaty as he keeps a grip in Chris's hair and rakes at his back. Loki feels like an idiotic twenty-something unable to regulate his sensitive body's reactions (betrayal!), annoyed at himself for revelling in them with such force.
He gives Chris's hair a tug, not quite biting back a whine. ]