[ The games they play are as soothing as the sex, easy like the way Chris sidled up to Loki's tricks in the market and went along for the ride. The emotions swelling in Loki's chest have him kissing Chris deeply, cupping the back of his head as he does so, then using that grip to cradle his neck as Loki exerts his true strength to invert their position with a push of his thighs, (sadly) dislodging those devoted fingers. He rolls on top with a wicked grin, tracing down a chest and abs until he comes to that cock and can reach back to position it at his entrance, sitting up to put on a show as he guides Chris into position and hedonistically rubs against a thick cockhead. A delirious hunger burns deep in his belly, right where he wants Chris most.
For as much lust is fogging his brain, he's sincere when he says, ]
Let me take care of you.
[ The burn of the moment he starts sinking down has Loki moaning unabashedly, gripping Chris at the root so he can work himself full. ]
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For as much lust is fogging his brain, he's sincere when he says, ]
Let me take care of you.
[ The burn of the moment he starts sinking down has Loki moaning unabashedly, gripping Chris at the root so he can work himself full. ]