[ That's what he's been waiting for. He'll take him to a bed soon, this door isn't everything it's cracked up to be when he wants to see every part of Chris spread for him; he realises that as he looks at him, lips travelling from cheek to cheek. This was a gamble, a treat for one or both, he can't recall what he was really thinking, but Chris is ... worth more than this. A kinky fuck against a door.

Oh.

Loki draws out of a kiss to catch his eye, adjusting his grip to lift him away from the door and into his arms again. ]

Not to spoil the mood further, but I would like to have you in your bed. I can't see you properly like this and I don't want to miss anything. Any part of you.