[ He'd take umbrage at Loki laughing at him if it wasn't abundantly clear that Loki's just as on edge as he is himself, his hard cock smearing precome over the front of Chris's shirt as he wriggles in his arms, trying to grind up on him as Chris tries, and fails, to walk them towards his bedroom.
Giving in, he pivots his course trajectory and instead heads for one of the couches by the fireplace, currently dark and dormant in deference to the warm weather while the sun is shining, so he can all but toss Loki down onto the still-firm cushions. ]
Take your clothes off, [ he orders, already undoing the line of buttons down his front as he admires the sight of Loki sprawled over his cushions with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed red and his cock straining up from his opened flies. ]
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Giving in, he pivots his course trajectory and instead heads for one of the couches by the fireplace, currently dark and dormant in deference to the warm weather while the sun is shining, so he can all but toss Loki down onto the still-firm cushions. ]
Take your clothes off, [ he orders, already undoing the line of buttons down his front as he admires the sight of Loki sprawled over his cushions with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed red and his cock straining up from his opened flies. ]