[ With a thoughtful glance that takes in the willingness of spirit Chris exhibits, Loki jumps through some mental hoops and decides it's worth giving him more of what he wants. It won't tire or embarrass him, is his bet.

Holding down both of Chris's wrists with one hand he slips the other under that sweater to spread all over a navel, black nails scratching up lightly through dark curls that lead beneath Chris's pants, back and forth from waistband to abs as Loki stares down at the sight of him helpless. ]

Would you like that, Chris? Being held down and moved around, taken care of completely? I would love to have you on your knees for me, you deserve to have your legs spread and to be spoiled.