[ If he'd ever been concerned that maybe sleeping with Loki might feel cold, the last fifteen minutes have made a pretty solid effort at putting those fears to rest and the clutching heat of his body completely obliterates whatever's left. By the time he's fully settled, his ass nestled in the cradle of Chris's hips, it's all Chris can do to just hold on and try to remember how to breathe, his pulse pounding in his throat and his wrists and his cock.
Loki's knees are braced up by Chris's ribs, making it easy for him to drape his arms over them, to slide his hands around and up over all that pale skin until he can palm over his ass, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle there like he did to his thighs just moments ago, encouraging those shallow thrusts and shifts and maddening little circles. ]
You feel so good, [ he counters, licking his lips and focusing steely blue eyes on the sight Loki presents perched above him like one of his filthiest dreams come to life. ]
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Loki's knees are braced up by Chris's ribs, making it easy for him to drape his arms over them, to slide his hands around and up over all that pale skin until he can palm over his ass, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle there like he did to his thighs just moments ago, encouraging those shallow thrusts and shifts and maddening little circles. ]
You feel so good, [ he counters, licking his lips and focusing steely blue eyes on the sight Loki presents perched above him like one of his filthiest dreams come to life. ]