[ It's already comfortingly familiar to have Loki's head nestled under his chin, that sharp little mouth pressed to his skin — which isn't to say it's so familiar it's boring: Chris's happy little sighs and bitten-off hums should bear witness to that — as his clever fingers twist and stroke along Chris's cock.
Does he feel ridiculous sitting there with his cock out, otherwise fully dressed?
Maybe a little bit. He doesn't even have his sleeves pushed up, completely buttoned-up in his full uniform except for that one glaring detail.
It's not like he's focusing on that, though, more than happy to give his full attention to the weight of Loki in his lap, his hand on his cock, and his lips stealing drugging kisses with such dogged determination that it takes Chris a bit too long to realize that something's changed.
Blinking up at the woman in his lap, Chris can't help the wondering sound that wells up in his throat. ]
Oh. Hello.
[ He runs his hands admiringly up those long legs, feeling the subtle changes beneath the skin, squeezing her rounder hips and using that grip to tug her a little closer. ]
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Does he feel ridiculous sitting there with his cock out, otherwise fully dressed?
Maybe a little bit. He doesn't even have his sleeves pushed up, completely buttoned-up in his full uniform except for that one glaring detail.
It's not like he's focusing on that, though, more than happy to give his full attention to the weight of Loki in his lap, his hand on his cock, and his lips stealing drugging kisses with such dogged determination that it takes Chris a bit too long to realize that something's changed.
Blinking up at the woman in his lap, Chris can't help the wondering sound that wells up in his throat. ]
Oh. Hello.
[ He runs his hands admiringly up those long legs, feeling the subtle changes beneath the skin, squeezing her rounder hips and using that grip to tug her a little closer. ]