[ Like it takes a few moments for the words to filter through the fog that's clouded Chris's mind, he's slow to respond to Loki's mumbled words, and when he does it's with little more than a long groan.
He doesn't want to let Loki out of his embrace, especially not after all this time, but eventually he convinces his fingers to cooperate and the hand he has clamped down tight on his hip lets go, fingers loosening their almost vice-like grip before smoothing a petting stroke down the line of his smooth, pale thigh. ]
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He doesn't want to let Loki out of his embrace, especially not after all this time, but eventually he convinces his fingers to cooperate and the hand he has clamped down tight on his hip lets go, fingers loosening their almost vice-like grip before smoothing a petting stroke down the line of his smooth, pale thigh. ]
Yeah. [ Very eloquent. ] C'mon.