[ Loki's little noise pressed into Chris's throat has him making an answering noise of his own, a low rumble that's barely any sound at all, hummed into Loki's hair as he spreads his fingers wide against the span of his back to hold him tight up against Chris's body. ]
Gotta look after my pretty baby. Give you what you need.
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Gotta look after my pretty baby. Give you what you need.