[ It is obvious, but to hear the words ... Loki kisses him hungrily and picks up the pace of their fucking like he can't help it (spoilers, that's true) and needs to have Chris nowhere but with him. He rakes through silver-dark hair and chases up the confession with his tongue, starting to lose all sense of a teasing tempo. That's entirely Chris's fault, as is the way Loki's cock is twitching in that fist, slick enough to feel over-sensitised when paired with the affection swelling in his chest.

In between breaths and what feels like starving kisses, he nods and answers with more than just his desperate body. ]

I want you ... [ He can't leave it just like that, it's too honest. ] I want you to come inside, fill me up. Fuck me so I'll still feel you from a universe away tomorrow. Chris.