[ It'll feel so good once they move, he tells himself, once they can bear to. On aching knees Loki crawls to one side away from those large hands and in one long, slow slide he drops his weight to the blankets, the curve of his back offering up his slick, empty ass like a supplicant trying to summon a god. The comparison has him smirking into his pillowed arms. ]
Take what's yours, love.
[ The Asgardian breeze is warm then cool, caressing overheated skin then licking it better with a fresh waft as thin curtains billow into the bedchamber. Idunn's apple garden sends the scent of those sweet fruits in with it and Loki sways his raised hips like the only ruined, filthy creature in the realm, glorying in it. He's fairly confident that even a communicator blowing up wouldn't pry Chris away from him now. ]
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Take what's yours, love.
[ The Asgardian breeze is warm then cool, caressing overheated skin then licking it better with a fresh waft as thin curtains billow into the bedchamber. Idunn's apple garden sends the scent of those sweet fruits in with it and Loki sways his raised hips like the only ruined, filthy creature in the realm, glorying in it. He's fairly confident that even a communicator blowing up wouldn't pry Chris away from him now. ]