[ Steadying himself with a grip on Chris's thighs, Loki keeps his throat relaxed and takes the battering force of every thrust, moans cut off into whimpers each time the tempo slows a little only to pick back up. His nails dig into Chris's legs as Loki makes a wet slurping noise entirely indecent for anywhere but their little tryst behind closed doors, eyes watering behind lowered lashes as he tries to keep up and swallow at the right times, tilted backward by the looming pressure.
He's hard in his regulation pants and it's torture, the perfect kind, using that desire to block out everything but ChrisChrisChris and the hum of a ship not Loki's own. He merely belongs to her captain. ]
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He's hard in his regulation pants and it's torture, the perfect kind, using that desire to block out everything but ChrisChrisChris and the hum of a ship not Loki's own. He merely belongs to her captain. ]