[ The clock is ticking. They don't have time to linger, and yet when Loki bucks in his arms and spurts all over Chris's hand, he does nothing to encourage him to pull away. Instead, he dots light little kisses over what bits of Loki's skin he can reach, leaving his hand tucked down the front of Loki's pants for now.
Just a minute longer. That's all he needs. ]
There you go. Well done, sweet thing. You're so good.
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Just a minute longer. That's all he needs. ]
There you go. Well done, sweet thing. You're so good.