Mm, I think you'll come fetch me ... [ His breath hitches without his say-so when Loki's surprisingly sharp teeth sink into the heft of his thigh, a bright burst of pain so close to his cock that it sends it twitching up towards his belly. ] ... wherever I e-end up.
[ Since his hands are no longer restrained, Chris lets himself sink his fingers into Loki's hair again, an action he's quickly decided was his favorite thing to do. It's not his fault Loki's hair feels so nice slipping beteween his fingers, or that it's such a perfect length to get a good grip on, or that it lends him a semblance of control in a situation that is otherwise completely out of his hands. ]
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[ Since his hands are no longer restrained, Chris lets himself sink his fingers into Loki's hair again, an action he's quickly decided was his favorite thing to do. It's not his fault Loki's hair feels so nice slipping beteween his fingers, or that it's such a perfect length to get a good grip on, or that it lends him a semblance of control in a situation that is otherwise completely out of his hands. ]