[ He forgets about all the things he wants, the annoyance of not having their relationship recognised in that chair and all the jokes surrounding it; they melt away. Loki doesn't need that. He wants Chris, here in this house away from everyone, with his crowfeet eyes when he smiles and soft as Hel hair, his large hands and hot, always obliging mouth ... and he thinks Chris wants him too, teasing and tricks aside, which is rare.
Once he starts smiling he can't stop, even though it interrupts some dedicated making-out. ]
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Once he starts smiling he can't stop, even though it interrupts some dedicated making-out. ]