[ The shudders coursing through Loki have him clinging, squeaking when his second nipple is bitten pink and aching. With Chris holding him there, bare chest a smorgasbord for anyone's mouth, Loki feels a shiver trickle down his spine.
He looks down and pouts, squirming as best he can to get some pressure over his hard-on, pushed past the point of pretending he doesn't love belonging to him. ]
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He looks down and pouts, squirming as best he can to get some pressure over his hard-on, pushed past the point of pretending he doesn't love belonging to him. ]
Yes, Daddy.