[ He pets the bare skin of thighs as Chris starts to lose himself and urges him closer, a brief glance up taking in the sight of desire unlacing the bonds of duty Chris lays upon himself. Loki's whine as he is dragged in muffles abruptly and he swallows in repeated bursts, the harsh burn of salty come down a frost giant's throat a worthwhile trade-off for being the one to get Chris to such a point.
He's beautiful.
Only once Chris is finished and his quaking hips finish their last needy buck does Loki pull off, resting his forehead against a bare hip. He closes his eyes, cheeks wet and lips swollen, as he catches his breath. ]
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He's beautiful.
Only once Chris is finished and his quaking hips finish their last needy buck does Loki pull off, resting his forehead against a bare hip. He closes his eyes, cheeks wet and lips swollen, as he catches his breath. ]