[ If Chris wants to be late, Loki is down to make it happen. Chris insists he has to go to work but takes his time with the way he fucks Loki's mouth which says a lot about his priorities, something that endears Loki into ignoring the ache in his knees all the longer. As much as he can go as slow as Chris wants and does enjoy it, all the cold Jotun blood in him turns molten with hard heat rolling back and forth down his throat and he pauses to swallow, lips spread around the root. He blinks dazedly, a tear slipping down his cheek to smear over Chris's skin, adding to Loki's spit.
But he knows Chris, at least a little now, and he curls his grip around each thigh so as to stop him pulling Loki off. ]
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But he knows Chris, at least a little now, and he curls his grip around each thigh so as to stop him pulling Loki off. ]