[ Chris looks at many beautiful things often. The beauty of man-made architecture like his ship, the beauty of the natural vista outside his home, the beauty of the vastness of outer space... These are things he sees so frequently that they almost become banal, and yet he likes to think that he'd never become numb to them.
Loki is so beautiful in this moment, his long lashes fluttering as his eyes close, his kiss-swollen lips falling open on a gasp, his back bowing as he arches up into Chris's weight bearing down from above him. Chris can't help looking at him and thinking he could give up all the beauty found outside these walls so long as he could keep looking at the sight Loki presents, as long as he could keep being recipient of his touch.
Loki spreads his legs wider and gasps out his readiness, and while Chris might personally prefer to spend a little more time stretching him just to be certain he won't hurt him, especially after all this time, he finds himself just as desperate to continue.
Withdrawing his fingers reluctantly, he smears the leftover lubricant still coating his hand over the length of his almost painfully-hard cock and then shuffles a little to align himself, holding his shaft steady as he carefully presses in to the tight clench of Loki's body.
Letting his head bow down between his shoulders, he rests his forehead against Loki's as he slowly inches forward, panting against his lips until he bottoms out with a low groan and a curse. ]
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Loki is so beautiful in this moment, his long lashes fluttering as his eyes close, his kiss-swollen lips falling open on a gasp, his back bowing as he arches up into Chris's weight bearing down from above him. Chris can't help looking at him and thinking he could give up all the beauty found outside these walls so long as he could keep looking at the sight Loki presents, as long as he could keep being recipient of his touch.
Loki spreads his legs wider and gasps out his readiness, and while Chris might personally prefer to spend a little more time stretching him just to be certain he won't hurt him, especially after all this time, he finds himself just as desperate to continue.
Withdrawing his fingers reluctantly, he smears the leftover lubricant still coating his hand over the length of his almost painfully-hard cock and then shuffles a little to align himself, holding his shaft steady as he carefully presses in to the tight clench of Loki's body.
Letting his head bow down between his shoulders, he rests his forehead against Loki's as he slowly inches forward, panting against his lips until he bottoms out with a low groan and a curse. ]
The things you do to me, sweetheart.