[ There passes a wonderfully long moment (possibly ten years, Loki can't tell) where he rides those fingers and moans wantonly as he does so, clutching at Chris to kiss and nuzzle what he can as his cock twitches between them, precome smearing over himself. It's with a whimper that he paws his way down Chris's waist to dig his nails into the curve of his ass, thighs squeezing around his waist. Through damp lashes Loki watches him, wrecked with want. ]
Chris, [ he locks his legs in place and grinds down with a sensual, smooth roll, imitating how he wants to ride something else, ] Chris, fuck me. Fuck me, please.
[ Loki returns the sweet bussing of kisses to a cheek, his plea a whiny coo to either inspire action or laughter. Maybe both. Chris started this, he tells himself, Loki is just flinging it to another level to get his revenge for how easily he's being unravelled.
His other hand strokes that hard cock Chris has been sporting a while. ]
You feel so good. Do you like making your baby beg for it, daddy?
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Chris, [ he locks his legs in place and grinds down with a sensual, smooth roll, imitating how he wants to ride something else, ] Chris, fuck me. Fuck me, please.
[ Loki returns the sweet bussing of kisses to a cheek, his plea a whiny coo to either inspire action or laughter. Maybe both. Chris started this, he tells himself, Loki is just flinging it to another level to get his revenge for how easily he's being unravelled.
His other hand strokes that hard cock Chris has been sporting a while. ]
You feel so good. Do you like making your baby beg for it, daddy?