[ Despite any conversations they've had about age, when Chris looks up to see Loki stretching out above him, putting himself on display, all he sees is a beautiful young man — nearly a boy, really, young enough to be a cadet not yet ready for his first posting and that should be enough to worry him but it's not — who seems to be genuinely enjoying himself, reveling in the fact that he has Chris spread out beneath him at his mercy as he rises and falls and twists his shoulders to show off like a Grecian wrestler.
It is an ego-stroke. He should probably take it with a grain of salt, but he doesn't want to. So... ]
You're gorgeous, baby... Look at you...
[ Digging his heels into the bed, Chris lets his hands roam over the skin put on display for him, smoothing his palms up the long lean arch of Loki's torso, flicking his thumbs over those cute little nipples, raking his fingers down his sides until he can grip his hips in his hands, fitting his palms over the hard bones there and pressing his thumbs into the divot they create.
He's not really sure he could survive Loki doing this all day, but considering this death would be a far sight better than the one he has waiting for him... he's game to give it a go.
He lets go with one hand to reach instead for Loki's cock, wet enough with precome that he doesn't need to worry about the dryness of his palm as he gives it a lazy stroke in time with the rise and fall of Loki's hips. ]
no subject
It is an ego-stroke. He should probably take it with a grain of salt, but he doesn't want to. So... ]
You're gorgeous, baby... Look at you...
[ Digging his heels into the bed, Chris lets his hands roam over the skin put on display for him, smoothing his palms up the long lean arch of Loki's torso, flicking his thumbs over those cute little nipples, raking his fingers down his sides until he can grip his hips in his hands, fitting his palms over the hard bones there and pressing his thumbs into the divot they create.
He's not really sure he could survive Loki doing this all day, but considering this death would be a far sight better than the one he has waiting for him... he's game to give it a go.
He lets go with one hand to reach instead for Loki's cock, wet enough with precome that he doesn't need to worry about the dryness of his palm as he gives it a lazy stroke in time with the rise and fall of Loki's hips. ]