Flatterer. I'm going to blow your mind, love, you might want to hold onto something familiar so you can navigate your way back.

[ A lovebite sinks into the meat of Chris's inner-thigh, right at the top before Loki can trail a line of sucking kisses between a pair of legs and his tongue takes over in broad swipes. He follows the curve of balls while pushing Chris's knees higher, wider, not as gentle as he is insistent. ]