[ Good for him. That's the presiding sentiment as Loki proudly works Chris through his orgasm, wringing him out for every second he can bear to stay buried. Loki shudders as hot come paints the walls of his overheated ass and he startles out a cry, gripping the sheets as he rocks back to meet him at the root, ensuring every drop is spilled right where they both want it, deep inside. He's not entirely selfless, after all, and that isn't the design of them in the first place.
He lowers himself to the bed after Chris is mostly done, easing him into a better position before either of them fall with ungainly, post-coital gracelessness; Loki can sympathise.
His breath doesn't want to be anything but fast and shallow. ]
I've got you, you feel so good. I've got you, dear.
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He lowers himself to the bed after Chris is mostly done, easing him into a better position before either of them fall with ungainly, post-coital gracelessness; Loki can sympathise.
His breath doesn't want to be anything but fast and shallow. ]
I've got you, you feel so good. I've got you, dear.