[ Loki wants so badly to have Chris thinking about him all day, it's really only fair for him to return the favor. Maybe Chris can't shape-shift his ears or make his tongue an extra six inches longer, but what he can do is press his lips to the shell of Loki's ear and let all the filthy, impossible fantasies that have sprung fully-formed into his imagination spill out of his mouth.

The way Loki clings to him and whimpers into his neck just emboldens him, and he twists his wrist on every upward stroke, his fingers tight and sure. ]

Next time I'll paint your face with it, pretty baby. [ He nips at Loki's ear, blunt human teeth catching at the lobe, and soothes it away with a little kiss. ] Would you like that? You swallowed me so well, but I bet you'd look gorgeous dripping.

[ His shift is going to be so long, he already knows, and it's only going to be longer with all this lingering in his memory, but it'll all be worth it. ]

I promise. As soon as you come home.

[ Home, like he lives here. ]