[ Sex was so impersonal before Chris. Loki didn't care about it in great detail, mostly because it was faster to turn around and let Sigurd or any other man have his way as fast as possible, jerking off in the interim, which wasn't to say his lovers were bad but none of them wanted to cradle Loki on a couch and look into his eyes, tenderly tracing his lips as they fucked him. This is all relatively new and entirely enthralling, parting his tickled lips to taste Chris's thumb as a hitched noise leaves Loki with the way his lover starts to move inside him. It's dizzyingly good, Chris is so hard that Loki can't breathe without feeling the way he's being fucked, pinned beneath him with black nails lightly, mindlessly scrabbling down a broad back before digging in near a dip.
He shakes his head to be a brat, too flustered to focus on much more than meeting Chris at the perfect angle to let him sink back in to the base on each shallow thrust. ]
You, uhh ...
[ Thinking coherently is temporarily off the table. ]
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He shakes his head to be a brat, too flustered to focus on much more than meeting Chris at the perfect angle to let him sink back in to the base on each shallow thrust. ]
You, uhh ...
[ Thinking coherently is temporarily off the table. ]