[ The way Loki reacts to his touch makes Chris want to bundle him up in a blanket and keep him safe, or maybe to drop to his knees and bend him over the couch or the kitchen table so he can do more than just tease with his fingers, but he really does want to go check on the horses, and also the chili should probably come out of the warming oven by now so it doesn't slowly dehydrate itself into a crisp.
It's something to consider for later, exploring just why Loki looks so shocked to have Chris touch him casually after everything they've done together.
Stealing one last quick kiss before Loki wanders off, Chris watches him go with a considering tilt to his head before turning and walking away himself, heading to the kitchen, first. Washing his cock and balls in the kitchen sink is not something he ever thought he'd be doing, but here he is, and it makes doing up his jeans again much more comfortable. A quick handwashing later, and he's feeling much more human, able to grab that earlier-discarded kitchen towel so he can reach into the slow oven and pull out the chili to set on top of the stove, safely pushed to the back just to be careful. The smell of spiced beans and meat mingles with the bread already ready to be cut into and it makes his stomach growl, making him chuckle even though he's the only one who's heard.
Raking his fingers through his hair, he leaves the kitchen and walks out onto the large deck on the back of the house, leaving the glass doors open in his wake, and puts his fingers to his mouth. A piercing whistle follows, one that has the dappled gray gelding cavorting out in the field immediately turn his head, though he seems reluctant to leave his new friend. Chris whistles again, longer this time, and eventually the horse comes trotting up towards him, slowly like a scolded puppy at a dog park. ]
Did you leave your sister trapped in her stall while you decided to go gallivanting around with Sleipnir? [ he asks, stroking his hands up and down the muzzle of the horse that immediately tries to nuzzle at his pockets for treats. ]
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It's something to consider for later, exploring just why Loki looks so shocked to have Chris touch him casually after everything they've done together.
Stealing one last quick kiss before Loki wanders off, Chris watches him go with a considering tilt to his head before turning and walking away himself, heading to the kitchen, first. Washing his cock and balls in the kitchen sink is not something he ever thought he'd be doing, but here he is, and it makes doing up his jeans again much more comfortable. A quick handwashing later, and he's feeling much more human, able to grab that earlier-discarded kitchen towel so he can reach into the slow oven and pull out the chili to set on top of the stove, safely pushed to the back just to be careful. The smell of spiced beans and meat mingles with the bread already ready to be cut into and it makes his stomach growl, making him chuckle even though he's the only one who's heard.
Raking his fingers through his hair, he leaves the kitchen and walks out onto the large deck on the back of the house, leaving the glass doors open in his wake, and puts his fingers to his mouth. A piercing whistle follows, one that has the dappled gray gelding cavorting out in the field immediately turn his head, though he seems reluctant to leave his new friend. Chris whistles again, longer this time, and eventually the horse comes trotting up towards him, slowly like a scolded puppy at a dog park. ]
Did you leave your sister trapped in her stall while you decided to go gallivanting around with Sleipnir? [ he asks, stroking his hands up and down the muzzle of the horse that immediately tries to nuzzle at his pockets for treats. ]