[ He's gotta give it to him: Loki is a master wordsmith. If Chris wasn't so stubborn, if he hadn't already made up his mind as to how he wants this to go, he'd be more than happy to give in to those suggestions, to get his hands beneath Loki's thighs and push up out of his chair, to carry him over to the couch and throw them both down on it so he could make Loki make good on his promises.
However, despite the fact that his cock twitches in his pants at the image, he doesn't let himself relent. ]
Maybe I like the waiting. Maybe I like to savor the... [ he trails his fingers down Loki's back, neatly-trimmed nails scoring gentle lines down his skin. ] ...anticipation.
[ He slides his hands down over Loki's ass, kneading the muscle through his jeans for a moment, before giving him a little swat. ]
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However, despite the fact that his cock twitches in his pants at the image, he doesn't let himself relent. ]
Maybe I like the waiting. Maybe I like to savor the... [ he trails his fingers down Loki's back, neatly-trimmed nails scoring gentle lines down his skin. ] ...anticipation.
[ He slides his hands down over Loki's ass, kneading the muscle through his jeans for a moment, before giving him a little swat. ]
Go on. Get to work.