[ Beautiful, he thinks, plying that tight hole with invasive thrusts that start opening Chris up to the full, natural length of Loki's whipping tongue. It stays a would-be human length as he's careful working Chris open for a couple of minutes, making sure every cant of his hips is working himself down on the pressure instead of away before adding more. Each time he leaves him empty, soft kisses suck on a puffy pink rim and trace in a delicate circle, tickling down to perineum and sliding back up.
Loki's nails run down the underside of toned thighs, leaving pink marks. He fills him up again and flicks his tongue, rubbing at Chris from the inside. ]
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Loki's nails run down the underside of toned thighs, leaving pink marks. He fills him up again and flicks his tongue, rubbing at Chris from the inside. ]