[ He can hold his balance while in charge of his undulating hips but the way Chris touches him has Loki slowly bowing forward, sharp gasps leaving when sensitive nipples are teased and outright planting a hand in the middle of a chest once Loki's cock is swept up in a capable hand. He gives Chris the choice to control the sway of his hips, covering a hand on one of his hips to give it a squeeze of approval, sweeping his own palm up an arm as Loki gives into the urge to map out that broad body by touch. ]

Look at you, all mine to wring dry.

[ Grinning as he tosses his hair, he leans down to buss a kiss over Chris's heart and uses the new angle to arch his back when he drives down, rocking from a new angle that gives Chris more agency to move. ]

Every night after this when you're coming in your hand, I want you to think of me and how I would let you have me against any surface. Wall, or desk, or chair, [ Loki laughs low, batting his lashes, ] you'll imagine how you could have pulled me right onto your lap and this incredible cock of yours, right there.

[ It's a simple thing to do when so well-stimulated, tightening his ass on a thrust to jar their new rhythm. ]

And I would let you.