[ Chris groans, not really protesting, his fingertips dimpling the smooth skin of Loki's thighs as he squeezes him in response to the day his hips undulate in his lap. ]
Baby... [ The spirit may be willing, but Chris is pretty sure the flesh is too weak to get it up again, no matter how tempting Loki may be as he perches in his lap like some sort of naked concubine, those bright green eyes of his calculating. ] I'm a mess.
[ Chris wasn't the one who got to shower yet, who knows what fluids are still sticking to his body. ]
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Baby... [ The spirit may be willing, but Chris is pretty sure the flesh is too weak to get it up again, no matter how tempting Loki may be as he perches in his lap like some sort of naked concubine, those bright green eyes of his calculating. ] I'm a mess.
[ Chris wasn't the one who got to shower yet, who knows what fluids are still sticking to his body. ]