[ Whatever irritation, faked or otherwise, Loki might have felt at Chris tugging on his strings seems to have well and truly been forgotten in favor of throwing himself enthusiastically into the swing of things, considering how eagerly he ruts his clothed erection against Chris's belly as he busies himself nipping and sucking a trail of strawberry-shaped bruises across Loki's chest.

Latching on to his other nipple, Chris sucks hard as he flicks his eyes up to watch Loki's face, wanting him swollen and tender but also completely unable to ignore the way he looks when he talks like that. ]

Yeah? [ His lips brush Loki's chest as he speaks, his strong fingers pressing against his lower back to keep him in position. ] You wanted to climb in my lap in front of everyone? Show my whole bridge what a good boy you can be for your daddy?