[ The thought of sliding into the relaxed puddle of interdimensional godling sprawled out beneath him is definitely appealing, but Chris has a few concerns that need to be dealt with first.
Reluctantly withdrawing his fingers, he brings his hand up so it's within Loki's range of vision and wiggles his fingers. ]
I'm going to need some more of that slick you conjured for me earlier, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you.
[ Loki may be relaxed and loose now, but Chris didn't exactly waste any time spreading lube on his cock. He doesn't want there to be any uncomfortable catching or snagging as they're trying to get down to business. ]
[ He lifts his hand just enough to touch those fingers and murmur the spell again. Not as much slick appears but he manages enough to ease the way, immediately yawning. His ass bumps back against Chris's cock and he wriggles until he gets him lodged between his cheeks, humming happily with a sensual grind. ]
[ It's just enough lube for Chris, who has to grit his teeth against the sudden clamor his dick is making as Loki wriggles back up against him, nerve endings that he stopped paying attention to suddenly making themselves known again.
He settles for trailing his lips back across Loki's shoulder to rest against his spine as he hunches his hips, making just enough space for him to quickly fist his cock with the lube smeared on his fingers, and then carefully line himself up.
Groaning as he slowly presses himself into Loki's body, Chris mouths sloppily against the skin of Loki's back until his hips are pressed snugly up against his ass, his cock fully seated and his ribs squeezing tight around his lungs. How could he have forgotten how good Loki feels, how all-encompassing a pleasure it is to be tucked inside him like this, with not a single stitch between them?
Lowering himself onto his elbows, he tucks his face into the back of Loki's neck, murmuring his name into the sweaty tangle of his hair. ]
[ Breathing out with relief when Chris sheaths his cock and Loki is overburdened with thickness stretching him out, he tips a hand back to thread in Chris's hair and keep him close. At first Loki just squirms beneath him, letting them both relish how good it feels to be back together. ]
You should wake me up like this in the morning, [ smiling, he squeezes tight around that full length, hissing, ] fuck me into consciousness.
[ A low rumble pushes its way up Chris's chest when Loki bears down on him like that, squeezing his already-sensitive cock in a way that makes his breath come short in his lungs, and Chris lets himself really dig his knees into the mattress so he can grind himself as deep into Loki's body as he can possibly get before slowly shifting to rock back. ]
Yeah? [ His voice is low, hoarse, words a little slow and distracted as his body screams for him to pay attention to it while his mind is trying valiantly to imagine just how it might feel to do exactly what Loki's suggesting. ] Would you like that?
[ Chris would. He hadn't really considered it before, but he's definitely considering it now. ] Stretch you good and slow the night before, fuck you slowly, fill you up with my come and then what? [ He cranes his neck a little to nip the shell of Loki's ear. ] Find a plug for you overnight, hm? I know how tight you are, baby, we'd have to do something to keep you loose and relaxed for me.
[ Fully hard once again, Loki answers in soft groans and distracted nods. The nip to his ear has him squeezing down fast on Chris and he laughs even as he squeaks, helping him find a rhythm. ]
Whole ship ... and not one butt-plug? I call lies.
[ He can reach behind and find the meat of Chris's ass, digging his nails in to encourage the pace. ]
[ Chris finds himself laughing as well, pinching the skin of Loki's shoulder between his teeth in a little reprimanding nip, though the way he rolls his hips really takes the sting out of that. ]
I don't want to know what my crew gets up to. All I know is I don't have one.
[ Which was clearly an oversight, obviously. For some reason, though, Chris hadn't anticipated having a pretty young thing like Loki warming his bed, just begging to be defiled as thoroughly as his imagination and stamina can manage.
Since Loki seems to like what he's doing, he braces himself to continue, steadily rocking against him in slow, shallow thrusts that are closer to a grind than anything else. ]
Baby. [ He kisses the slice of Loki's cheek he can reach, letting his lips drag as he murmurs. ] My baby. Do you know how much I want you? How crazy you make me? I adore you too, baby boy. You're all I can think about.
[ I'll find one, he mutters, thoroughly distracted by how it feels to have someone laughing inside him, then thoroughly breaking down every wobbly wall that Loki has been trying to re-build since he came. ]
Oh.
[ Mischief has never been further from his mind, shivering with mild surprise. He whimpers as his body reacts for him, praise setting his nerves on edge so he tightens up with each kind comment and the occasional buck of hips that can't be controlled. It's dizzyingly good and Loki tilts his head so that Chris can see the deep blush on a god willing to do anything to keep him right there. ]
Use, [ Loki hiccups a breath, ] use me, daddy.
[ Captain would ruin the mood but Daddy, that's loving and respectful. Loki wants to be that baby boy who spreads his legs and makes Chris happy, it gives him back something carnally satisfying in return. ]
[ Use me just prompts yet more steady rolling thrusts, like maybe Chris can't let himself let loose enough to be actually rough, or maybe like all he wants right now is to indulge in this slow and steady rhythm that will have his orgasm creeping up on him like the slow rising of the dawn. ]
You're so good. [ Not always, but now. Now he's perfect, arching up and crying out and all but gagging for it. Chris decides to tell him that, since it seems to be going over so well. ]
You're perfect. More than I could ever ask for. I'm in awe of you, baby. My beautiful boy.
[ Who knew he had such depths? Chris sure didn't, and yet it feels easy to just open his mouth and let the words fall out, to murmur soft reassurances against that scalding-hot blush, to kiss and nuzzle and dole out doting praise like he was made for this. ]
[ While the sex is incredible, a slow-burn tidal wave building beautifully up his spine, Loki gives a weak thrash when complimented and tries to get more. He drives back to chase that cock while reaching forward to grip his own, spilling precome onto the already ruined blankets. His knees hastily try to draw up beneath him, wanting some form of brace so he can roll over Chris a shade faster. Usually it would be a quick first orgasm and a lazy second but Chris makes his skin want to leap off his bones, more restless than ever as his cock twitches and leaks. ]
I can, I can come, I can come again, Chris, please.
[ Chris doesn't let up as Loki squirms even more beneath him, settling more of his weight onto his lover's back to pin him down so there's nothing he can do but listen to Chris murmuring nonsensical praise in his ear and take it as Chris rocks his cock steadily in and out of his ass.
He's not cruel, though. When Loki starts pleading, when his voice cracks like that, Chris shifts himself so he can slip a hand beneath them, between Loki and the mattress, curling his fingers and making a shallow groove for Loki to thrust into as Chris rocks his body across the bed. ]
[ His choices are: rock back onto Chris's dick or rock forward into Chris's hand, neither a chore. The strength in his hips returns and Chris has to ride a bucking, strong god who loses their rhythm and just wants to lose his mind with the sensuality of it all, loud enough to test the walls of the bedroom. Loki comes again, sooner than he ever has before, and he twitches all over once the initial tense shudder is over, quaking around Chris's cock. ]
[ Chris is just as guilty as anyone else who looks at Loki and believes the sight he presents: that of a healthy but not particularly muscular young man. Feeling him bucking like a wild stallion beneath him, Chris is one again reminded that his lover is not human, perhaps not even mortal.
The wail coming out of his mouth sounds pretty inhuman, too.
When he quiets, Chris kisses his shoulder, slipping his hand free and wiping it on the bed beside them so he can reach up to cards sweaty hair away from Lokis face without smearing semen into it. ]
Check in with me, baby. You good?
[ Because if he's not, Chris can move. But if he is, Chris can move . ]
[ As he feels fingers comb through his hair, his hazy mind falls back into bed with Chris and Loki smiles over a shoulder, mussed and blushing so much he could be a visitor to Muspelheim. A worn-out as he is, he has Asgardian resistance to fatigue and in the same way he doesn't have to sleep for forty-eight hours straight, Loki doesn't have to rest between rounds in bed with a man who treats him so well he wants to stay awake for every minute of it. He regains his strength as Chris nuzzles at him, then takes a deep, steadying breath and raises his hips to take Chris with it, bringing his arms underneath his body as he props himself up. ]
Do you know ... what else I am?
[ Laughter hushes out of him as he tips his head back to complete the sensual arch, purring satisfaction to feel Chris worshipping him so well, for so long. ]
[ Chris can't help grunting in surprise when Loki shifts abruptly beneath him, pushing himself up and taking Chris with him like he hadn't just had two screaming orgasms in rapid succession.
Clinging to Loki's sides to help steady himself as he adjusts his weight, Chris tries to steady himself with only middling success, feeling off-kilter like one of the legs has disappeared from the bed, leaving him unsteady enough that he can't let go of the body beneath him or he'll fall.
That's alright. He didn't want to let go anyway. ]
I'll say.
[ It wasn't an answer to his question, but it is enough of an answer that he'll take it regardless, leaning on one hand planted beside Loki's on the ruined sheets and using the other to slide across his chest so Chris can hold him close in a tight embrace as he tries to avoid letting his hips hunch like a dog in a rut, animal and mindless. ]
[ Loki promised Chris the best sex of his life and he intends to deliver. The circling of his hips, the reversing whenever Chris drags him back, he does it all with genuine enthusiasm and gives up every groan, whimper, and hiss to his beautiful lover, caught in a tight grip that he returns with a smirk and a squeeze that runs all up his thighs. Still, Chris is holding back and Loki can't have that.
He twists around to show off his ruddy complexion and lets a bitten lip fall free, rose-red and shining with his spit as his mouth hangs open, shuddering from the barely-controlled thrusts. ]
You can do it, I want it! Chris, yes, fuck me harder ...
[ Shuddering as Loki babbles encouragement to him, his body tight and wet and squeezing tighter, Chris is barely hanging on to any semblance of composure by his fingernails, seconds away from falling apart at the seams and for some reason, he feels compelled to resist.
That is, until he makes the mistake of making eye-contact with Loki as he twists beneath him, his green eyes made impossibly brighter by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, his blood-red mouth the very picture of sin as it hangs open and shining, a hint of his pink tongue peeking out that makes Chris want to let out something embarrassingly close to a whine.
He's at the wrong angle to kiss, what with Loki being taller than him and facing the other way no matter how he contorts his spine, so Chris contents himself with just tucking his face into the back of his shoulder, panting against burning-hot skin as his rhythm falters and he feels himself topple over the edge with a dizzying abruptness that leaves him shaking and gasping and feeling like his spine has been yanked out through his toes. ]
[ Good for him. That's the presiding sentiment as Loki proudly works Chris through his orgasm, wringing him out for every second he can bear to stay buried. Loki shudders as hot come paints the walls of his overheated ass and he startles out a cry, gripping the sheets as he rocks back to meet him at the root, ensuring every drop is spilled right where they both want it, deep inside. He's not entirely selfless, after all, and that isn't the design of them in the first place.
He lowers himself to the bed after Chris is mostly done, easing him into a better position before either of them fall with ungainly, post-coital gracelessness; Loki can sympathise.
His breath doesn't want to be anything but fast and shallow. ]
I've got you, you feel so good. I've got you, dear.
[ Going where he's being led, Chris does embarrassingly little to help as Loki guides them both to the bed, letting his weight sink entirely against the strong body beneath his as they collapse to the ruined sheets below.
Panting like he's run a marathon, Chris slowly manages to convince his fingers to loosen their vice-like grip on the bed and Loki both, feeling like all his joints are audibly creaking as he adjusts himself on the bed so he's not completely crushing his lover as he tries to reel himself back into his body. Mostly what he manages to do is just nuzzle at Loki's shoulder, his lips slack and parted.
After what could be either a minute or an hour, he clears his throat. ]
[ Loki slips free from beneath Chris, giving him a little space to catch his breath; an absent wave of Loki's hands cleans the sheets before he flops back on top of them and drapes a leg over Chris's thigh, otherwise letting him cool down on his own pillow. ]
That was fun.
[ For his part, Loki feels well-fucked and languid with it. He rests his arms over his head and stretches out, giving a yawn. His cock remains half-hard but he's happy to ignore it, luxuriating in the afterglow with a keen eye on Chris to soak up how exhausted he is. ]
[ The room around them has well and truly shifted back to Chris's own bedroom but it seems he hasn't yet noticed, too busy making a relieved sound when the bed beneath them is set back to rights, the sheets straightened and tidied, their sweat and other various fluids vanished so that it's like they only just lay down.
Chris isn't ashamed to admit he presses his face into the cool cotton of his pillow with a sigh, giving himself a moment while Loki stretches beside him.
Eventually, he reaches out to drop a clumsy hand on Loki's sternum, his fingertips idly stroking the edge of his ribs. ]
[ Groaning in a way that's only mostly for show, Chris scoots himself closer so he can press his body closer to Loki's, still a little overheated but not enough to make such closeness unbearable; the temperature controls of the room seem to be working just fine, and being on clean sheets makes a world of difference.
Loki's magic is truly a marvelous thing. ]
Remember when you said you were too full of pasta to have sex?
[ He laughs, shifting idly just to feel the twinge of his muscles, cataloging them one by one in the back of his mind. ]
Clearly your pasta is an aphrodisiac no man, woman or god can resist!
[ It's nice and open in Chris's quarters, Loki can stretch out a leg and still have room to settle in for a nuzzle into greying hair. ]
Feeling the burn, hmm? [ His hand skims from wrist to shoulder and back again on Chris, soothing. ] If you're down for it I'd like to repay the favour sometime.
[ Settling himself comfortably against Loki's chest, his head nestled against his shoulder, Chris submits easily to being petted, letting himself enjoy the afterglow with the knowledge that there is nothing else demanding his time and nowhere else for him to be.
He might just fall asleep like this. ]
You can. [ He curls one leg over Loki's, his smooth skin feeling particularly cool and refreshing after all that exertion. ] Been a while, but. I like it.
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Reluctantly withdrawing his fingers, he brings his hand up so it's within Loki's range of vision and wiggles his fingers. ]
I'm going to need some more of that slick you conjured for me earlier, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you.
[ Loki may be relaxed and loose now, but Chris didn't exactly waste any time spreading lube on his cock. He doesn't want there to be any uncomfortable catching or snagging as they're trying to get down to business. ]
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You've fucked most of the magic out of me.
[ He lifts his hand just enough to touch those fingers and murmur the spell again. Not as much slick appears but he manages enough to ease the way, immediately yawning. His ass bumps back against Chris's cock and he wriggles until he gets him lodged between his cheeks, humming happily with a sensual grind. ]
I do adore you, you know ...
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He settles for trailing his lips back across Loki's shoulder to rest against his spine as he hunches his hips, making just enough space for him to quickly fist his cock with the lube smeared on his fingers, and then carefully line himself up.
Groaning as he slowly presses himself into Loki's body, Chris mouths sloppily against the skin of Loki's back until his hips are pressed snugly up against his ass, his cock fully seated and his ribs squeezing tight around his lungs. How could he have forgotten how good Loki feels, how all-encompassing a pleasure it is to be tucked inside him like this, with not a single stitch between them?
Lowering himself onto his elbows, he tucks his face into the back of Loki's neck, murmuring his name into the sweaty tangle of his hair. ]
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[ Breathing out with relief when Chris sheaths his cock and Loki is overburdened with thickness stretching him out, he tips a hand back to thread in Chris's hair and keep him close. At first Loki just squirms beneath him, letting them both relish how good it feels to be back together. ]
You should wake me up like this in the morning, [ smiling, he squeezes tight around that full length, hissing, ] fuck me into consciousness.
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Yeah? [ His voice is low, hoarse, words a little slow and distracted as his body screams for him to pay attention to it while his mind is trying valiantly to imagine just how it might feel to do exactly what Loki's suggesting. ] Would you like that?
[ Chris would. He hadn't really considered it before, but he's definitely considering it now. ] Stretch you good and slow the night before, fuck you slowly, fill you up with my come and then what? [ He cranes his neck a little to nip the shell of Loki's ear. ] Find a plug for you overnight, hm? I know how tight you are, baby, we'd have to do something to keep you loose and relaxed for me.
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Whole ship ... and not one butt-plug? I call lies.
[ He can reach behind and find the meat of Chris's ass, digging his nails in to encourage the pace. ]
Mmmm, call me baby again, I like it.
[ It makes him flex. ]
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I don't want to know what my crew gets up to. All I know is I don't have one.
[ Which was clearly an oversight, obviously. For some reason, though, Chris hadn't anticipated having a pretty young thing like Loki warming his bed, just begging to be defiled as thoroughly as his imagination and stamina can manage.
Since Loki seems to like what he's doing, he braces himself to continue, steadily rocking against him in slow, shallow thrusts that are closer to a grind than anything else. ]
Baby. [ He kisses the slice of Loki's cheek he can reach, letting his lips drag as he murmurs. ] My baby. Do you know how much I want you? How crazy you make me? I adore you too, baby boy. You're all I can think about.
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Oh.
[ Mischief has never been further from his mind, shivering with mild surprise. He whimpers as his body reacts for him, praise setting his nerves on edge so he tightens up with each kind comment and the occasional buck of hips that can't be controlled. It's dizzyingly good and Loki tilts his head so that Chris can see the deep blush on a god willing to do anything to keep him right there. ]
Use, [ Loki hiccups a breath, ] use me, daddy.
[ Captain would ruin the mood but Daddy, that's loving and respectful. Loki wants to be that baby boy who spreads his legs and makes Chris happy, it gives him back something carnally satisfying in return. ]
Aren't I, ah, being good for you now?
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You're so good. [ Not always, but now. Now he's perfect, arching up and crying out and all but gagging for it. Chris decides to tell him that, since it seems to be going over so well. ]
You're perfect. More than I could ever ask for. I'm in awe of you, baby. My beautiful boy.
[ Who knew he had such depths? Chris sure didn't, and yet it feels easy to just open his mouth and let the words fall out, to murmur soft reassurances against that scalding-hot blush, to kiss and nuzzle and dole out doting praise like he was made for this. ]
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I can, I can come, I can come again, Chris, please.
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He's not cruel, though. When Loki starts pleading, when his voice cracks like that, Chris shifts himself so he can slip a hand beneath them, between Loki and the mattress, curling his fingers and making a shallow groove for Loki to thrust into as Chris rocks his body across the bed. ]
There you go. You can use that and only that.
[ He presses a kiss to the back of Loki's neck. ]
Go on.
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[ His choices are: rock back onto Chris's dick or rock forward into Chris's hand, neither a chore. The strength in his hips returns and Chris has to ride a bucking, strong god who loses their rhythm and just wants to lose his mind with the sensuality of it all, loud enough to test the walls of the bedroom. Loki comes again, sooner than he ever has before, and he twitches all over once the initial tense shudder is over, quaking around Chris's cock. ]
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The wail coming out of his mouth sounds pretty inhuman, too.
When he quiets, Chris kisses his shoulder, slipping his hand free and wiping it on the bed beside them so he can reach up to cards sweaty hair away from Lokis face without smearing semen into it. ]
Check in with me, baby. You good?
[ Because if he's not, Chris can move. But if he is, Chris can move . ]
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Do you know ... what else I am?
[ Laughter hushes out of him as he tips his head back to complete the sensual arch, purring satisfaction to feel Chris worshipping him so well, for so long. ]
A literal sex god.
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Clinging to Loki's sides to help steady himself as he adjusts his weight, Chris tries to steady himself with only middling success, feeling off-kilter like one of the legs has disappeared from the bed, leaving him unsteady enough that he can't let go of the body beneath him or he'll fall.
That's alright. He didn't want to let go anyway. ]
I'll say.
[ It wasn't an answer to his question, but it is enough of an answer that he'll take it regardless, leaning on one hand planted beside Loki's on the ruined sheets and using the other to slide across his chest so Chris can hold him close in a tight embrace as he tries to avoid letting his hips hunch like a dog in a rut, animal and mindless. ]
I'm — 'm gonna...
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He twists around to show off his ruddy complexion and lets a bitten lip fall free, rose-red and shining with his spit as his mouth hangs open, shuddering from the barely-controlled thrusts. ]
You can do it, I want it! Chris, yes, fuck me harder ...
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That is, until he makes the mistake of making eye-contact with Loki as he twists beneath him, his green eyes made impossibly brighter by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, his blood-red mouth the very picture of sin as it hangs open and shining, a hint of his pink tongue peeking out that makes Chris want to let out something embarrassingly close to a whine.
He's at the wrong angle to kiss, what with Loki being taller than him and facing the other way no matter how he contorts his spine, so Chris contents himself with just tucking his face into the back of his shoulder, panting against burning-hot skin as his rhythm falters and he feels himself topple over the edge with a dizzying abruptness that leaves him shaking and gasping and feeling like his spine has been yanked out through his toes. ]
Fuck, I... Loki —!
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He lowers himself to the bed after Chris is mostly done, easing him into a better position before either of them fall with ungainly, post-coital gracelessness; Loki can sympathise.
His breath doesn't want to be anything but fast and shallow. ]
I've got you, you feel so good. I've got you, dear.
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Panting like he's run a marathon, Chris slowly manages to convince his fingers to loosen their vice-like grip on the bed and Loki both, feeling like all his joints are audibly creaking as he adjusts himself on the bed so he's not completely crushing his lover as he tries to reel himself back into his body. Mostly what he manages to do is just nuzzle at Loki's shoulder, his lips slack and parted.
After what could be either a minute or an hour, he clears his throat. ]
Holy shit.
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That was fun.
[ For his part, Loki feels well-fucked and languid with it. He rests his arms over his head and stretches out, giving a yawn. His cock remains half-hard but he's happy to ignore it, luxuriating in the afterglow with a keen eye on Chris to soak up how exhausted he is. ]
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Chris isn't ashamed to admit he presses his face into the cool cotton of his pillow with a sigh, giving himself a moment while Loki stretches beside him.
Eventually, he reaches out to drop a clumsy hand on Loki's sternum, his fingertips idly stroking the edge of his ribs. ]
Missed you.
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Come here, I want to get my arms around you.
[ It's snuggle time and Loki is going to be the big spoon, not a hard chore by any stretch. ]
No need to miss me now.
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Loki's magic is truly a marvelous thing. ]
Remember when you said you were too full of pasta to have sex?
[ He laughs, shifting idly just to feel the twinge of his muscles, cataloging them one by one in the back of his mind. ]
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[ It's nice and open in Chris's quarters, Loki can stretch out a leg and still have room to settle in for a nuzzle into greying hair. ]
Feeling the burn, hmm? [ His hand skims from wrist to shoulder and back again on Chris, soothing. ] If you're down for it I'd like to repay the favour sometime.
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[ Settling himself comfortably against Loki's chest, his head nestled against his shoulder, Chris submits easily to being petted, letting himself enjoy the afterglow with the knowledge that there is nothing else demanding his time and nowhere else for him to be.
He might just fall asleep like this. ]
You can. [ He curls one leg over Loki's, his smooth skin feeling particularly cool and refreshing after all that exertion. ] Been a while, but. I like it.
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