[ With any luck whoever keeps chiming the comms won't come looking for them because Loki is unable to manage the volume of his cries, unable to do more than hang onto Chris and ride out his pleasure in competent hands, caught between rocking back onto the promising press of a finger and fucking the circle of a fist. His own precome helps a lot and he can picture the scene being painted for him, pushing his face into the curve of a hot neck as Chris works him toward orgasm. It feels frantic and dirty and so good. ]
You're going to ... ahh, regret saying that l-later.
[ Revenge will be sweet! How long do they have left? Three minutes and thirty seconds? Damn. ]
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You're going to ... ahh, regret saying that l-later.
[ Revenge will be sweet! How long do they have left? Three minutes and thirty seconds? Damn. ]
Promise to fuck me tonight.