[ It would be a lie to say that watching the display Loki's putting on wasn't affecting him, wasn't making his cock twitch and his balls ache, wasn't making him wish he'd taken the fucking time to take his goddamn pants off at the beginning so they weren't digging into his legs right now, but Chris is great at compartmentalization, and he just shoves all that irritation aside so he can instead focus on the sweet little whimpers and the clumsy patting that come from Loki, the way those long fingers scrabble against Chris's skin to pull him closer.
The way Loki pants and pleads is more than enough to unravel what little self-control Chris is still clinging to, his earlier determination not to get his cock near anyone's ass until he was certain that it was stretched enough not to hurt starting to crumble alarmingly quickly. Loki seems so sure he's ready, begging Chris to hurry up already, and based on the tears clinging to his lashes, hasn't Chris made him wait long enough?
He shudders like a horse bucking a fly when a cool hand reaches down to cup his cock again, any friction against his poor neglected skin suddenly overwhelming, but not overwhelming enough for him to miss the daddy comment.
Considering it for a moment — he's not dumb enough not to realize it's an honorific more than any sort of patronym — he decides he doesn't find it objectionable, and just because he's not used to it right now doesn't mean he can't get used to it. So, alright. Daddy it is. ]
How could I not? [ He rolls his hips into Loki's hand and curls his fingers inside him. ] You beg so prettily.
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The way Loki pants and pleads is more than enough to unravel what little self-control Chris is still clinging to, his earlier determination not to get his cock near anyone's ass until he was certain that it was stretched enough not to hurt starting to crumble alarmingly quickly. Loki seems so sure he's ready, begging Chris to hurry up already, and based on the tears clinging to his lashes, hasn't Chris made him wait long enough?
He shudders like a horse bucking a fly when a cool hand reaches down to cup his cock again, any friction against his poor neglected skin suddenly overwhelming, but not overwhelming enough for him to miss the daddy comment.
Considering it for a moment — he's not dumb enough not to realize it's an honorific more than any sort of patronym — he decides he doesn't find it objectionable, and just because he's not used to it right now doesn't mean he can't get used to it. So, alright. Daddy it is. ]
How could I not? [ He rolls his hips into Loki's hand and curls his fingers inside him. ] You beg so prettily.