[ While the sex is incredible, a slow-burn tidal wave building beautifully up his spine, Loki gives a weak thrash when complimented and tries to get more. He drives back to chase that cock while reaching forward to grip his own, spilling precome onto the already ruined blankets. His knees hastily try to draw up beneath him, wanting some form of brace so he can roll over Chris a shade faster. Usually it would be a quick first orgasm and a lazy second but Chris makes his skin want to leap off his bones, more restless than ever as his cock twitches and leaks. ]
I can, I can come, I can come again, Chris, please.
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I can, I can come, I can come again, Chris, please.