[ Taking that first finger with an inhale makes it easier, as does laying back on the couch to stretch out. He lets go of Chris to make himself as tempting a sight as he can, arms above his head and lip bitten as he arches his back to ride that first finger with a stubbornly steady grind that he hopes will prove his point; no need to be careful, not for Chris when any pain would morph into pleasure for Loki anyway. Even when his breath hitches and he tenses, he pushes down harder to chase the intrusion in a hungry display of what he wants. ]
Surprised ... you didn't sleep with anyone else.
[ It's true and the opportune moment to admit it, batting his lashes up across the scant distance between them. ]
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Surprised ... you didn't sleep with anyone else.
[ It's true and the opportune moment to admit it, batting his lashes up across the scant distance between them. ]