Uhh, I, ah, [ he arches forward in a bid to get closer to every part of Chris, sliding his arms around his neck as he decides to trust him, and he absently hates the way his dick throbs in his jeans, ] sure.
Wait, what?
[ The couch would be a better location but he can't stop his hips from rocking down on Chris's, a groan caught in his throat. The teeth scraping his neck has Loki melting, trying to straddle a thigh. ]
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Wait, what?
[ The couch would be a better location but he can't stop his hips from rocking down on Chris's, a groan caught in his throat. The teeth scraping his neck has Loki melting, trying to straddle a thigh. ]