[ He's not sure how he managed to woo Chris into bed, it's all a blur of being repeatedly delighted with the way he was treated. This is definitely an extension of that, worked up into a heady Asgardian froth as he wraps around him like a summer burr and lets a second orgasm wash through him like hot wine, sweet and thick as Loki's lips part on a cry and he comes in a shaking heap against Chris to add to the mess between them, gasping with wet lips catching on whatever part of a mouth or jaw he can find with his eyes closed.
He couldn't cast a spell if he wanted to.
"Darling boy."
Absently trying to nuzzle in again he feels for his horns and slips them off as easily as if they were never secure at all, tossing them to the bottom of the bed. That leaves a mumbling godling free to nestle in close and hook his leg over Chris's hip, yawning widely against tanned skin. Every inch of him is thrumming with pleasure, only want to drift toward Chris on that cloud-nine he helped create. ]
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He couldn't cast a spell if he wanted to.
"Darling boy."
Absently trying to nuzzle in again he feels for his horns and slips them off as easily as if they were never secure at all, tossing them to the bottom of the bed. That leaves a mumbling godling free to nestle in close and hook his leg over Chris's hip, yawning widely against tanned skin. Every inch of him is thrumming with pleasure, only want to drift toward Chris on that cloud-nine he helped create. ]
Mmmmmm, mmnghhh ...