[ He thought he would die in flames, or shot in the back, or hewn down by an angry family member. Somehow there is always a lot of violence in the ways Loki imagines his death (and has experienced it before) but now he thinks Chris might be endeavouring to make him fall apart at the seams, made for him to use as Chris says. He gives into the spine-melting pleasure of being fucked into the couch by his boyfriend who tells him pretty baby and you're so good, loving Loki as much as he knows he doesn't deserve. There are a hundred other people on Chris's ship alone who would be worthier of his devotion than Loki. He's a jealous and covetous soul, however, and the thought of anyone else getting to have this makes him boil with envy. Chris says Loki belongs with him, a conversation for later; increasingly, Loki doesn't enjoy leaving or imagining Chris moving on if he does.
Framing Chris's face to keep their kisses steady as they make love (oh no), Loki lets every moan and whimper pour into them around a promise, the rock of their bodies a lull as much as it sets every part of him on fire. ]
I'll always come back to you. [ The heat of Loki's ass cinching around Chris's cock as he fucks Loki half-stupid happens a moment before Loki groans and tenses all over, shivering as his hips buckle to get closer. ] ᚲᛚᚦᛁ! Chris, you have me.
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Framing Chris's face to keep their kisses steady as they make love (oh no), Loki lets every moan and whimper pour into them around a promise, the rock of their bodies a lull as much as it sets every part of him on fire. ]
I'll always come back to you. [ The heat of Loki's ass cinching around Chris's cock as he fucks Loki half-stupid happens a moment before Loki groans and tenses all over, shivering as his hips buckle to get closer. ] ᚲᛚᚦᛁ! Chris, you have me.