[ Maybe Chris loves the whimpering, though. Maybe it makes that fire burning in him burn that much brighter. Maybe it makes him want to try harder, to dig into deep reserves of strength to keep going so he don't disappoint this beautiful young creature he has mussing up his sheets.
It's instinct to grind down more firmly when Loki hitches his legs up like that, to lean into him some more so that Loki takes the full brunt of Chris's weight, to duck his head down and mouth harsh kisses against that that bared throat. ]
I intend to.
[ Fuck around, that is.
He hadn't been lying when he said that the last time he took a lover was when they were back on earth for repairs, when he had spent a few months hooked up at his ranch with his communicator turned off so he could fall apart in peace. A brief fling with an old flame had helped him feel a little more grounded, but he clearly had no idea what it was he really needed; he can't imagine contenting himself with a brief fling right now, not now that he has Loki writhing beneath him again and moaning so very sweetly.
A part of him wants to lift his head up, to arch his eyebrows in surprise or make some kind of joke, but what he does instead is sink his teeth into that arched neck, deeply satisfied. ]
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It's instinct to grind down more firmly when Loki hitches his legs up like that, to lean into him some more so that Loki takes the full brunt of Chris's weight, to duck his head down and mouth harsh kisses against that that bared throat. ]
I intend to.
[ Fuck around, that is.
He hadn't been lying when he said that the last time he took a lover was when they were back on earth for repairs, when he had spent a few months hooked up at his ranch with his communicator turned off so he could fall apart in peace. A brief fling with an old flame had helped him feel a little more grounded, but he clearly had no idea what it was he really needed; he can't imagine contenting himself with a brief fling right now, not now that he has Loki writhing beneath him again and moaning so very sweetly.
A part of him wants to lift his head up, to arch his eyebrows in surprise or make some kind of joke, but what he does instead is sink his teeth into that arched neck, deeply satisfied. ]
No. Just you. [ Just me. ]