[ If he could memorise the moment where Chris gets behind him and there's the lovely view of him kneading at Loki's ass over the godling's shoulder, he would. That same moment would then be overturned by the sensation of a tongue rolling across the softest, hottest, most vulnerable part of Loki's body, something that hasn't happened in a while even by his own standards of time and age.
A strangled squeak catches in his throat as tension laces up his thighs and he tightens up instinctively, breathing out a shaky moan built from the unexpected onslaught of pleasure. He reaches back to feel for Chris's hair and gets a loose fist secured there, needing to touch some part of him while open-mouthed on the pillows. ]
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A strangled squeak catches in his throat as tension laces up his thighs and he tightens up instinctively, breathing out a shaky moan built from the unexpected onslaught of pleasure. He reaches back to feel for Chris's hair and gets a loose fist secured there, needing to touch some part of him while open-mouthed on the pillows. ]
Chris, fuck ... !