[ Chris finds himself laughing as well, pinching the skin of Loki's shoulder between his teeth in a little reprimanding nip, though the way he rolls his hips really takes the sting out of that. ]

I don't want to know what my crew gets up to. All I know is I don't have one.

[ Which was clearly an oversight, obviously. For some reason, though, Chris hadn't anticipated having a pretty young thing like Loki warming his bed, just begging to be defiled as thoroughly as his imagination and stamina can manage.

Since Loki seems to like what he's doing, he braces himself to continue, steadily rocking against him in slow, shallow thrusts that are closer to a grind than anything else. ]

Baby. [ He kisses the slice of Loki's cheek he can reach, letting his lips drag as he murmurs. ] My baby. Do you know how much I want you? How crazy you make me? I adore you too, baby boy. You're all I can think about.