[ The breathy laugh Loki gives is lost as he lifts his arms to let himself be undressed, cocking a hip as Chris explores with his wonderfully wet-hot mouth. Loki tips his head back and runs his hands up through Chris's hair to rake his nails down to a neck again, hips working over him without a shred of embarrassment. Chris is intent on getting Loki hard and it's working, not even the wine's fault (entirely).

He bites his lip to try and hold in all the little pleading noises that catch in his throat. ]

Couch, want you on the couch ...

[ Winding a finger in the gold shirt he rocks against Chris more urgently and decides he can tease right back. The room swims and Chris is his only anchor, a beautiful antithesis to the way he dresses.

Loki licks his lips; his turn to talk dirty. ]

Take your cock out and fuck me stupid, Chris, stay in these clothes. You look good, I wanted you on the bridge ...