[ Shuddering as Loki babbles encouragement to him, his body tight and wet and squeezing tighter, Chris is barely hanging on to any semblance of composure by his fingernails, seconds away from falling apart at the seams and for some reason, he feels compelled to resist.
That is, until he makes the mistake of making eye-contact with Loki as he twists beneath him, his green eyes made impossibly brighter by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, his blood-red mouth the very picture of sin as it hangs open and shining, a hint of his pink tongue peeking out that makes Chris want to let out something embarrassingly close to a whine.
He's at the wrong angle to kiss, what with Loki being taller than him and facing the other way no matter how he contorts his spine, so Chris contents himself with just tucking his face into the back of his shoulder, panting against burning-hot skin as his rhythm falters and he feels himself topple over the edge with a dizzying abruptness that leaves him shaking and gasping and feeling like his spine has been yanked out through his toes. ]
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That is, until he makes the mistake of making eye-contact with Loki as he twists beneath him, his green eyes made impossibly brighter by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, his blood-red mouth the very picture of sin as it hangs open and shining, a hint of his pink tongue peeking out that makes Chris want to let out something embarrassingly close to a whine.
He's at the wrong angle to kiss, what with Loki being taller than him and facing the other way no matter how he contorts his spine, so Chris contents himself with just tucking his face into the back of his shoulder, panting against burning-hot skin as his rhythm falters and he feels himself topple over the edge with a dizzying abruptness that leaves him shaking and gasping and feeling like his spine has been yanked out through his toes. ]
Fuck, I... Loki —!