[ Chris likes laughing during sex, likes the silly and undignified moments just as much as all the others, and feeling the way Loki gasps out his laughter beneath him makes him feel good.
It feels wholly natural to wink at him when Loki holds his face still to be examined, to turn his head a little and brush a kiss to the meat of his thumb, which puts him in the perfect position to see every little shift of expression when what he's doing between Loki's legs is met with such a positive response.
Chris winds up staring at him like he's looking at a priceless piece of art in a museum somewhere, impressed and awed in equal measure; all the while his hand continues to rock between them, his thumb a firm pressure now that he's discovered how well that's received. ]
There you are, [ he breathes, completely nonsensical praise falling from his lips as he watches the expressions play across Loki's youthful face. ] That's it. Just like that, sweetheart, you're perfect.
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It feels wholly natural to wink at him when Loki holds his face still to be examined, to turn his head a little and brush a kiss to the meat of his thumb, which puts him in the perfect position to see every little shift of expression when what he's doing between Loki's legs is met with such a positive response.
Chris winds up staring at him like he's looking at a priceless piece of art in a museum somewhere, impressed and awed in equal measure; all the while his hand continues to rock between them, his thumb a firm pressure now that he's discovered how well that's received. ]
There you are, [ he breathes, completely nonsensical praise falling from his lips as he watches the expressions play across Loki's youthful face. ] That's it. Just like that, sweetheart, you're perfect.