[ It doesn't take long until Loki is arching up into him, his back a beautiful tense bow as his hips chase Chris's mouth, his face pressed into the bed presumably to hide his face from the outside world. That someone as inherently, joyously shameless as Loki feels the need to hide his face from this is truly a heady realization, making Chris's cock jump eagerly between his thighs, something he does his best to ignore for now.
He's got more important things to focus on right now.
Lost in his pleasure, that first jolt of surprised tension has well and truly melted out of Loki's muscles, and Chris alternates sweeping long gentle strokes of his hands up his thighs and up over his back, petting him and pressing his chest down some more to accentuate the angle of his hips. ]
Good.
[ He bites the swell of muscle beside his cheek for a moment, just long enough for the hand still covered in residual slick to lift so he can slip his fingers back inside Loki's body once more, probing in deep as Chris resumes licking and sucking at the ring of muscle stretched around his knuckles. ]
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He's got more important things to focus on right now.
Lost in his pleasure, that first jolt of surprised tension has well and truly melted out of Loki's muscles, and Chris alternates sweeping long gentle strokes of his hands up his thighs and up over his back, petting him and pressing his chest down some more to accentuate the angle of his hips. ]
Good.
[ He bites the swell of muscle beside his cheek for a moment, just long enough for the hand still covered in residual slick to lift so he can slip his fingers back inside Loki's body once more, probing in deep as Chris resumes licking and sucking at the ring of muscle stretched around his knuckles. ]