[ The way a gasp ripples through every bone in his body and he seizes up with a wail stuffed into a pillow is all because of Chris, from the over-stimulation to the care and attention what feels like everywhere and all at once. The broken sound of Chris's name has him sobbing as he comes in hot splashes all over that hand, hardly able to handle the push of a tongue alongside those long fingers, the throb of arousal pulsing through him to reduce Loki to nothing but nerves and instinct. He thinks about that touch over the soft expanse behind his balls, right where Chris is putting pressure, and how much he wants to feel that in a corridor with Chris's hand stuffed down his trousers because neither of them can help themselves.
Turning his head to drag down short, staccato breaths, he pries his knotted fingers off the blankets and tries to reach for Chris but his arm flops halfway, the softness of post-coital release a golden, heady glow all over from head to foot, but also making him useless at coordinating himself. ]
no subject
Turning his head to drag down short, staccato breaths, he pries his knotted fingers off the blankets and tries to reach for Chris but his arm flops halfway, the softness of post-coital release a golden, heady glow all over from head to foot, but also making him useless at coordinating himself. ]