[ Sigurd would never behave this way, too much of a man with his puffed-up pride and Aesir-soured sentiments to do as Loki does and debase himself to being so subservient. These are roles Loki owns, proudly for that matter, but the scathing attitudes of the Aesir are very keen even after thousands of years when it comes to sex, and every aspect of Loki has unsettled them for years. Fandral, God of Fertility that he is, isn't given to eating anyone out but a woman, and is clear with his preferences without being derisive, but both of these men are slim pickings and Loki isn't fond of fraternising with mortals who are easily swayed to expect things of him. So, it has been a couple of lifetimes since Loki was treated this well, as if precious and deserving of all pleasure, and he gags on groans as he shifts back in rolling motions to meet Chris's mouth in his desperation to experience something practically new.
He fills the bedchamber with noise, releasing Chris's hair in order to grip the bedsheets beside his head. Panting hard, a shudder goes through him and he pleads into cotton, unashamed in the face of his own hunger. ]
Please, I'm close.
[ Already, yes. Once he feels Chris really going places with that tongue, he fears it'll be over for orgasm number one.
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He fills the bedchamber with noise, releasing Chris's hair in order to grip the bedsheets beside his head. Panting hard, a shudder goes through him and he pleads into cotton, unashamed in the face of his own hunger. ]
Please, I'm close.
[ Already, yes. Once he feels Chris really going places with that tongue, he fears it'll be over for orgasm number one.