[ Chris is just as guilty as anyone else who looks at Loki and believes the sight he presents: that of a healthy but not particularly muscular young man. Feeling him bucking like a wild stallion beneath him, Chris is one again reminded that his lover is not human, perhaps not even mortal.
The wail coming out of his mouth sounds pretty inhuman, too.
When he quiets, Chris kisses his shoulder, slipping his hand free and wiping it on the bed beside them so he can reach up to cards sweaty hair away from Lokis face without smearing semen into it. ]
Check in with me, baby. You good?
[ Because if he's not, Chris can move. But if he is, Chris can move . ]
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The wail coming out of his mouth sounds pretty inhuman, too.
When he quiets, Chris kisses his shoulder, slipping his hand free and wiping it on the bed beside them so he can reach up to cards sweaty hair away from Lokis face without smearing semen into it. ]
Check in with me, baby. You good?
[ Because if he's not, Chris can move. But if he is, Chris can move . ]