[ He tries to sink back into that fog of arousal but it's difficult now that he's had that moment of clarity; Loki makes a valiant effort to redirect his attention with his touch and his kisses and the very complimentary things he says, but Chris still feels that tug that distracts him.
Swallowing back a noise that's torn between surprise and something else when Loki murmurs that spell Chris is starting to recognize and his palm fills with slick where it's wrapped around Chris's cock, his hips hitch as best they can while he's being pinned against the door, trying to shift up into that grip. ]
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Swallowing back a noise that's torn between surprise and something else when Loki murmurs that spell Chris is starting to recognize and his palm fills with slick where it's wrapped around Chris's cock, his hips hitch as best they can while he's being pinned against the door, trying to shift up into that grip. ]
Give me back my arms, baby.