[ It's an answer and a reflex as Chris rubs up against his prostate, making Loki arch up against him as his lashes flutter closed. He presses one hand against Chris's bare chest to pet the firmness of his weight as it bears down, nails raking through short hairs, and nods once he stops bucking too much; his legs falling open of their own accord even wider is a pretty good hint he's ready but Chris needs words, which Loki can respect.
They weren't you.
His whole body feels like it echoes that sentiment, starved for Chris's touch ... and love. ]
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[ It's an answer and a reflex as Chris rubs up against his prostate, making Loki arch up against him as his lashes flutter closed. He presses one hand against Chris's bare chest to pet the firmness of his weight as it bears down, nails raking through short hairs, and nods once he stops bucking too much; his legs falling open of their own accord even wider is a pretty good hint he's ready but Chris needs words, which Loki can respect.
They weren't you.
His whole body feels like it echoes that sentiment, starved for Chris's touch ... and love. ]
Do it, please, I'm ready. Please, Chris!