[ He highly doubts Chris has lube in his fancy, straight-laced captain's quarters, so says the critical look Loki shoots him with a smile, saved from answering as all that wonderful pressure suddenly stops. More accurately, he can't rock up against Chris anymore and his dick feels like it's on fire, hard enough to bow up against his lover's belly where every brush over the tip feels like sweet torture. ]
Naughty? I was ... I was so good!
[ Indignantly, he gives a token tug down on Chris, a pout rising up to offer plying kisses. The bounty of his argument. ]
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Naughty? I was ... I was so good!
[ Indignantly, he gives a token tug down on Chris, a pout rising up to offer plying kisses. The bounty of his argument. ]
I went to work, I learned — I educated myself!