[ Letting himself be pulled up from his seat, Chris follows Loki as he shuffles backwards through the living area of his quarters, his pants gaping open at his hips and his chest mottled with mouth-shaped bruises, the flush on his cheeks only just starting to fade, the very picture of beautiful, tempting sin.
Sitting down and tugging Loki into the spread vee of his legs, he looks up at him with a little grin and tangles his fingers in the dark denim still stubbornly clinging to Loki's legs. ]
Well, this, to start.
[ He yanks those jeans down, pulling them away until Loki can step out of them, leaving him standing fully naked in front of Chris like a present. ]
no subject
Sitting down and tugging Loki into the spread vee of his legs, he looks up at him with a little grin and tangles his fingers in the dark denim still stubbornly clinging to Loki's legs. ]
Well, this, to start.
[ He yanks those jeans down, pulling them away until Loki can step out of them, leaving him standing fully naked in front of Chris like a present. ]