[ The breadth of diversity in his exes could be called extreme, but none of them (horse or man or fire-demon) could deny that Loki gives less than his best when it comes to pleasuring a lover. His focus is wholly on Chris, just like last night, and he searches out all the little erogenous zones along one big one (hah) with the flick of his tongue, tracing under the flare of a cockhead and rubbing across the slit, the cushioning pressure he provides rubbing inch by inch to get to the base before he tightens his throat and drags his lips back up. He wants to know what Chris loves, not only likes on the baseline all men could admit. His pride in his own sexual prowess demands no less.
While he doesn't have to breathe he opts to leave the illusion of it, panting around moans that muffle themselves in a bid to bring Chris to full hardness, past the point of being able to walk anywhere even if they are interrupted. The gentle way Loki's soft palm works Chris's balls is a counterpoint to Loki's industrious mouth, intent on reassuring Chris exactly how much he enjoys sucking his cock. ]
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While he doesn't have to breathe he opts to leave the illusion of it, panting around moans that muffle themselves in a bid to bring Chris to full hardness, past the point of being able to walk anywhere even if they are interrupted. The gentle way Loki's soft palm works Chris's balls is a counterpoint to Loki's industrious mouth, intent on reassuring Chris exactly how much he enjoys sucking his cock. ]