ikols: just let me die (i've run out of my words my song)
— ᴄᴏᴠᴇᴛᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɢᴘɪᴇ. ([personal profile] ikols) wrote 2022-06-21 06:04 pm (UTC)

Yours ...

[ Blissed out on his attentive lover, Loki feels the spiralling ache of finger after finger being added and takes them all with gasps and whines, biting at Chris's lip to distract himself when the strain feels almost too much. Then there's a final give, a need to have Chris that outweighs any lingering discomfort, and he knows he's ready.

He also remembers what Chris said he wanted, so he taps his wrist to get his attention. ]


Let ... Let me get on my knees for you. [ Language feels like mead in his mouth, sticky and slurred from numbing kisses. ] I want that too.

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