[ For most of his life, Chris has been very lucky when it comes to paramours. He's almost never had a relationship go spectacularly wrong, outside of a few notable outliers, and his sexual experiences can broadly be categorized as "a good time was had by all."
Being the center of Loki's laser-focused attention feels like diving into a glacial pool after spending his whole life paddling around in the shallow end of a hot tub.
It's overwhelming. Chris is used to being regarded fondly, to being respected, to being admired, sometimes even to being feared. He's not really used to being worshiped, to have someone look at him and decide that they will do whatever it takes to make him feel good, to make him happy, to make sure that he's looked after and pampered and loved.
He feels like there are fireworks going off behind his eyes, a symphony of light and sound in his skull as Loki determinedly keeps stroking over his prostate and suckles at the head of his cock until Chris can't take it any more, squirming away with a bitten-off little cry even as one leg drops down to drape over Loki's shoulder and pull him closer.
Chest heaving like he's just run a race, he fumbles a hand into Loki's hair and ruffles it around a little in a very uncoordinated pet. ]
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Being the center of Loki's laser-focused attention feels like diving into a glacial pool after spending his whole life paddling around in the shallow end of a hot tub.
It's overwhelming. Chris is used to being regarded fondly, to being respected, to being admired, sometimes even to being feared. He's not really used to being worshiped, to have someone look at him and decide that they will do whatever it takes to make him feel good, to make him happy, to make sure that he's looked after and pampered and loved.
He feels like there are fireworks going off behind his eyes, a symphony of light and sound in his skull as Loki determinedly keeps stroking over his prostate and suckles at the head of his cock until Chris can't take it any more, squirming away with a bitten-off little cry even as one leg drops down to drape over Loki's shoulder and pull him closer.
Chest heaving like he's just run a race, he fumbles a hand into Loki's hair and ruffles it around a little in a very uncoordinated pet. ]
Stop, stop. Enough. I can't ...