[ The soft, needy noise that breaks free when Chris palms them both escapes without Loki's permission and he bites his lip, failing to hold in another unsteady moan as he moves to Chris's rhythm, shivering with pleasure. It's as if the gorgeous sounds Chris makes force out answering calls of his own, even if Loki privately thinks his own sound much too close to whimpering for his own liking. ]
As the philosophers say, fuck around and find out.
[ Laughing breathlessly, he turns his head to plant kinder kisses on a shoulder, affectionate smooches. The hand stroking his cock is all he can focus on as he bucks up to meet it, slicking Chris's palm; Loki's hair splays like ink as his head hits the pillows and a keening whine leaves his throat, knees hitching up on instinct. ]
I'd be so, so mad if you'd fucked anyone else.
[ Imagining anyone else with Chris like this? He can't abide the thought. ]
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As the philosophers say, fuck around and find out.
[ Laughing breathlessly, he turns his head to plant kinder kisses on a shoulder, affectionate smooches. The hand stroking his cock is all he can focus on as he bucks up to meet it, slicking Chris's palm; Loki's hair splays like ink as his head hits the pillows and a keening whine leaves his throat, knees hitching up on instinct. ]
I'd be so, so mad if you'd fucked anyone else.
[ Imagining anyone else with Chris like this? He can't abide the thought. ]