[ As he feels fingers comb through his hair, his hazy mind falls back into bed with Chris and Loki smiles over a shoulder, mussed and blushing so much he could be a visitor to Muspelheim. A worn-out as he is, he has Asgardian resistance to fatigue and in the same way he doesn't have to sleep for forty-eight hours straight, Loki doesn't have to rest between rounds in bed with a man who treats him so well he wants to stay awake for every minute of it. He regains his strength as Chris nuzzles at him, then takes a deep, steadying breath and raises his hips to take Chris with it, bringing his arms underneath his body as he props himself up. ]
Do you know ... what else I am?
[ Laughter hushes out of him as he tips his head back to complete the sensual arch, purring satisfaction to feel Chris worshipping him so well, for so long. ]
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Do you know ... what else I am?
[ Laughter hushes out of him as he tips his head back to complete the sensual arch, purring satisfaction to feel Chris worshipping him so well, for so long. ]
A literal sex god.