[ While he can be mercurial at times, Loki's general mood seems to swing towards the positive when he's with Chris, though this tittering is mostly new. Chris almost feels like he wants to ask just what the hell is going on, but that would distract them both, and right now, he doesn't care why Loki's on the brink of dissolving into giggles. ]
What you asked me to, pretty baby.
[ Shrugging out of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, he snaps open his jeans and shoves them down far enough he can wrap his fist around his cock and stroke as he watches Loki pose coquettishly on his sofa.
Reaching out with his free hand, he grabs one of those slim ankles and tugs, pulling Loki back into something closer to a sprawl so that Chris can climb on top of him and push those hands aside so he can steal a harsh kiss made far too messy thanks to them both grinning like idiots. ]
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What you asked me to, pretty baby.
[ Shrugging out of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, he snaps open his jeans and shoves them down far enough he can wrap his fist around his cock and stroke as he watches Loki pose coquettishly on his sofa.
Reaching out with his free hand, he grabs one of those slim ankles and tugs, pulling Loki back into something closer to a sprawl so that Chris can climb on top of him and push those hands aside so he can steal a harsh kiss made far too messy thanks to them both grinning like idiots. ]