[ Those hands in his hair feel like coming home somehow. Loki nudges into them for a moment then without prelude licks a warm, wet line past Chris's balls to pass over his entrance, rubbing firmly to see how he likes it. Chris is so good, so brave and kind, weaving a knot around Loki's heart since they first met and Chris sent him falling fast toward actual, real emotions. If this wonderful man isn't owed a tongue up his ass until he's screaming for more then Loki doesn't know who is.
He can't speak, unsurprisingly, but the way he runs a thumb up Chris's thighs hooks his thumbs into the creases and he holds him open, unable to close his legs while he's being eaten out. Some of that extra strength he's so hot for. ]
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He can't speak, unsurprisingly, but the way he runs a thumb up Chris's thighs hooks his thumbs into the creases and he holds him open, unable to close his legs while he's being eaten out. Some of that extra strength he's so hot for. ]