[ Based on his reaction, Chris might assume that Loki's never had someone do this to him before.
Or, at least, not in a while.
A long while.
Which, naturally, means that Chris has to do it again, laving his tongue over the suddenly-tensed ring of muscle he'd spent so long relaxing, muffling a dark chuckle into the rosy skin beneath his lips as Loki gropes behind himself and tangles his fingers in Chris's hair. He'd pull away to murmur some reassurances, maybe to dole out a gentle tease, but that would require actually pulling away, and he doesn't want to do that. So instead he just redoubles his efforts, alternating firm licks with gentle little tickles, the magical slick Loki conjured for him mixing with his saliva until everything is wet and messy and filthy good. ]
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Or, at least, not in a while.
A long while.
Which, naturally, means that Chris has to do it again, laving his tongue over the suddenly-tensed ring of muscle he'd spent so long relaxing, muffling a dark chuckle into the rosy skin beneath his lips as Loki gropes behind himself and tangles his fingers in Chris's hair. He'd pull away to murmur some reassurances, maybe to dole out a gentle tease, but that would require actually pulling away, and he doesn't want to do that. So instead he just redoubles his efforts, alternating firm licks with gentle little tickles, the magical slick Loki conjured for him mixing with his saliva until everything is wet and messy and filthy good. ]