[ If Loki was worried about Chris liking him, he really doesn't have to worry anymore. The wanton display is certainly appealing, but more so than any of that, the embarrassed betrayal in his voice as he protests his age endears him so strongly to Chris that he simply must kiss him again, tender and sweet in sharp contrast to the firmness of his fingers in his ass. ]
Shh, baby, I know.
[ The fingernails scoring down his back don't get more than a twitch from him, too busy pressing doting kisses to Loki's lips and along his jawline, twisting his wrist so he can rub his thumb against the smooth skin of his perineum as he rocks his hand between them. ]
I am too, by Earth standards. [ He thinks he's so funny. ] Think you can take another, sweet thing?
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Shh, baby, I know.
[ The fingernails scoring down his back don't get more than a twitch from him, too busy pressing doting kisses to Loki's lips and along his jawline, twisting his wrist so he can rub his thumb against the smooth skin of his perineum as he rocks his hand between them. ]
I am too, by Earth standards. [ He thinks he's so funny. ] Think you can take another, sweet thing?