[ Smiling, Chris wiggles his thumb as Loki shakes his head like a dog with a rat between its teeth, stroking Loki's smirking lower lip again once its released and then lifting that arm to drape it over Loki's shoulders to keep him close.
He has to eat his food one-handed now, but it's worth the aggravation. ]
You think so? [ One of the other benefits of this position is that it makes it much easier to nose at the nape of Loki's neck, breathing in the combined scent of his skin and Chris's soap that makes something fond and possessive practically purr in his chest. ] And where would this consort sit? On a cushion at my feet?
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He has to eat his food one-handed now, but it's worth the aggravation. ]
You think so? [ One of the other benefits of this position is that it makes it much easier to nose at the nape of Loki's neck, breathing in the combined scent of his skin and Chris's soap that makes something fond and possessive practically purr in his chest. ] And where would this consort sit? On a cushion at my feet?