[ Sparing one hand to make sure the glass gets pushed far enough away that only the most determined flailing could threaten its structural integrity, Chris reverses the path of his kisses, adding in a hint of teeth this time as he sucks and nibbles his way up to Loki's ear. ]
Do what, sweet thing? [ Slip his fingers under his shirt, at first just touching, then petting, then scrabbling gently, probably. ] Admire how lovely you are?
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Do what, sweet thing? [ Slip his fingers under his shirt, at first just touching, then petting, then scrabbling gently, probably. ] Admire how lovely you are?