[ Those hands in his hair feel like coming home somehow. Loki nudges into them for a moment then without prelude licks a warm, wet line past Chris's balls to pass over his entrance, rubbing firmly to see how he likes it. Chris is so good, so brave and kind, weaving a knot around Loki's heart since they first met and Chris sent him falling fast toward actual, real emotions. If this wonderful man isn't owed a tongue up his ass until he's screaming for more then Loki doesn't know who is.
He can't speak, unsurprisingly, but the way he runs a thumb up Chris's thighs hooks his thumbs into the creases and he holds him open, unable to close his legs while he's being eaten out. Some of that extra strength he's so hot for. ]
[ Loki reacted with so much surprise when Chris did this to him last night that he had sort of figured it wouldn't be on the table — that's actually not true, he had simply not considered that the tables might be turned in his favor.
Not that he's complaining, mind!
Loki's hands tucked behind his knees to keep his legs up and spread, that implacable weight behind them that Chris is powerless to resist, combined with his soft hair brushing maddeningly at Chris's thighs... it's all more than enough to get him moaning, a deep, heartfelt sound that rumbles up through his chest and has him squirming. ]
[ Beautiful, he thinks, plying that tight hole with invasive thrusts that start opening Chris up to the full, natural length of Loki's whipping tongue. It stays a would-be human length as he's careful working Chris open for a couple of minutes, making sure every cant of his hips is working himself down on the pressure instead of away before adding more. Each time he leaves him empty, soft kisses suck on a puffy pink rim and trace in a delicate circle, tickling down to perineum and sliding back up.
Loki's nails run down the underside of toned thighs, leaving pink marks. He fills him up again and flicks his tongue, rubbing at Chris from the inside. ]
[ He almost wishes he wasn't pinned. As much as Chris honestly enjoys feeling Loki's strength, knowing that all he can do is lie there and take it, the feeling of his lips and tongue working him over has him wanting to writhe on his sheets, his muscles bunching uselessly beneath his skin as he tries to push closer and pull away on the same breath.
Loki's tongue pushing past his rim has him crying out, his cock jerking impotently, toes and fingers curling as his body lights up. He tugs on Loki's hair, his grip painfully tight, before he realizes what he's doing and forces his hands to unlock, throwing them out to grasp the sheets beneath him instead, where he can't do any damage. Well, except pulling the sheets out from their neat tuck around the mattress, but that's not the end of the world. ]
God! [ He groans, digging his head back into the mattress as Loki scratches down his thighs, teeth digging into his lip so hard the skin around it goes bloodless and white. ] Baby, please.
[ Honestly, Chris's (cute) lengthy period between orgasms is what prompts Loki to mind his begging, lifting his head to transfer the heat of his mouth to a neglected cock that he swallows down in one go, no hesitation. He gathers up some of the leftover slick with his spit and presses a finger to Chris's hole, light but firm, knowing the right angle to slide inside and rub up against that prostate from the way Loki's tongue thoroughly abused it. A finger is far more solid so he keeps it to one to begin with, getting Chris accustomed to the sensation of being fucked by something bigger. It has been a while, he said. ]
Mmmm ...
[ Purring with approval around the stiff erection forcing his throat open, the vibrations shiver through Chris without relent from his noisy lover who is, thankfully, talented enough to carry two tasks at once, cushioning him on his tongue. ]
[ Honestly, it's not clear if this is better or worse — though that's not right either; perhaps more or less intense is more accurate — having Loki's mouth slide down his cock so easily. Especially when that's followed up with one of his long fingers slipping nice and gentle in his ass, like they've been doing this all night, like Chris has spent the last ten years of his life getting railed every day and he's ready for more.
He shouts, hips jerking. ] Fuck!
[ Loki's moaning is what does him in, not that it's that much more overwhelming than anything else, but the cumulative effect has him crashing over the edge of the climax that's been building so steadily since Loki first pinned him down, shuddering helplessly as his whole body lights up from the inside and he sobs brokenly. ]
[ Being the one to break apart all of Chris's mental and physical boundaries is a privilege Loki covets jealously, drinking down his come with a flexing throat that milks Chris for everything he has got, muffled moans complimenting the burn. He rubs hard against Chris's prostate as he comes, wanting him wrecked and eager for the night he needs Loki's cock inside instead. That won't be happening now, which isn't a shame. Chris has done so well, he's precious in the way he raggedly falls to pieces and gives that gift to Loki so whole-heartedly. The heat of his ass clamping down on Loki's finger is going to be memorable until Chris wants to be fucked again, to say the least.
He draws his lips to the tip of a waning erection and plants feathery kisses all over the slit, the finger curling inside Chris moving in shallow thrusts to keep the pleasure coming even though Chris is spent, massaging that bundle of nerves. Until he can't stand it, that is.
[ For most of his life, Chris has been very lucky when it comes to paramours. He's almost never had a relationship go spectacularly wrong, outside of a few notable outliers, and his sexual experiences can broadly be categorized as "a good time was had by all."
Being the center of Loki's laser-focused attention feels like diving into a glacial pool after spending his whole life paddling around in the shallow end of a hot tub.
It's overwhelming. Chris is used to being regarded fondly, to being respected, to being admired, sometimes even to being feared. He's not really used to being worshiped, to have someone look at him and decide that they will do whatever it takes to make him feel good, to make him happy, to make sure that he's looked after and pampered and loved.
He feels like there are fireworks going off behind his eyes, a symphony of light and sound in his skull as Loki determinedly keeps stroking over his prostate and suckles at the head of his cock until Chris can't take it any more, squirming away with a bitten-off little cry even as one leg drops down to drape over Loki's shoulder and pull him closer.
Chest heaving like he's just run a race, he fumbles a hand into Loki's hair and ruffles it around a little in a very uncoordinated pet. ]
[ One last kiss meets Chris's cockhead and Loki slips his hand free, whispering a spell to clean them both off. He grunts as it ripples over his own erection and he thinks intently of Odin's dirty beard after a feast to make it go down; it works with pique efficiency. ]
I've got you, dear, you did so well. Come here.
[ Loki drapes an arm around Chris's waist and settles up behind him, knees curled behind his and his chin nuzzling Chris's hair. He pets along an abdomen, up a chest and back down in a slow, soothing glide. The blankets curl around them of their own accord from Loki's telekinesis, soft and snuggly. ]
[ Murmuring softly, Chris lets his exhausted limbs be moved as Loki cleans them up with that now-familiar spell, leaving him feeling like he's just stepped out of the sonic shower but with none of the sonic shower's unpleasantness.
When he was younger he might have said part of the fun was wallowing in the messy afterglow, but now that he's an old man, there's a lot to be said for being clean while trying to remember if you still have fingers and toes.
Loki cuddles up behind him, one smooth, pale arm draping over his waist, and Chris obviously reaches for it so he can curl his fingers around Loki's wrist and pull him more closely up against Chris's back. Cuddling is a full-body sport, and Chris is a champion cuddler. ]
[ Kisses rain down on Chris's shoulder and neck, meeting his temple before Loki settles back with a nose above a shaggy mess of hair. He squeezes the hand that captures his, keeping him safely settled. ]
[ Chris feels like he could sleep for a week, his belly full and his cock completely worn out; considering he's had more sex in the past day than he's had in the past month, he feels more than a little like his batteries have been drained dry.
A good night's sleep curled up in a clean bed with a warm body behind him sounds like exactly what he's been looking for.
Ducking his chin a little, he tugs Loki's hand up just that bit more so he can kiss his fingers before following directions and closing his eyes with a little sigh. ]
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He can't speak, unsurprisingly, but the way he runs a thumb up Chris's thighs hooks his thumbs into the creases and he holds him open, unable to close his legs while he's being eaten out. Some of that extra strength he's so hot for. ]
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Not that he's complaining, mind!
Loki's hands tucked behind his knees to keep his legs up and spread, that implacable weight behind them that Chris is powerless to resist, combined with his soft hair brushing maddeningly at Chris's thighs... it's all more than enough to get him moaning, a deep, heartfelt sound that rumbles up through his chest and has him squirming. ]
Oh, fuck! Loki, ah —!
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Loki's nails run down the underside of toned thighs, leaving pink marks. He fills him up again and flicks his tongue, rubbing at Chris from the inside. ]
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Loki's tongue pushing past his rim has him crying out, his cock jerking impotently, toes and fingers curling as his body lights up. He tugs on Loki's hair, his grip painfully tight, before he realizes what he's doing and forces his hands to unlock, throwing them out to grasp the sheets beneath him instead, where he can't do any damage. Well, except pulling the sheets out from their neat tuck around the mattress, but that's not the end of the world. ]
God! [ He groans, digging his head back into the mattress as Loki scratches down his thighs, teeth digging into his lip so hard the skin around it goes bloodless and white. ] Baby, please.
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Mmmm ...
[ Purring with approval around the stiff erection forcing his throat open, the vibrations shiver through Chris without relent from his noisy lover who is, thankfully, talented enough to carry two tasks at once, cushioning him on his tongue. ]
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He shouts, hips jerking. ] Fuck!
[ Loki's moaning is what does him in, not that it's that much more overwhelming than anything else, but the cumulative effect has him crashing over the edge of the climax that's been building so steadily since Loki first pinned him down, shuddering helplessly as his whole body lights up from the inside and he sobs brokenly. ]
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He draws his lips to the tip of a waning erection and plants feathery kisses all over the slit, the finger curling inside Chris moving in shallow thrusts to keep the pleasure coming even though Chris is spent, massaging that bundle of nerves. Until he can't stand it, that is.
Loki could worship him for hours. ]
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Being the center of Loki's laser-focused attention feels like diving into a glacial pool after spending his whole life paddling around in the shallow end of a hot tub.
It's overwhelming. Chris is used to being regarded fondly, to being respected, to being admired, sometimes even to being feared. He's not really used to being worshiped, to have someone look at him and decide that they will do whatever it takes to make him feel good, to make him happy, to make sure that he's looked after and pampered and loved.
He feels like there are fireworks going off behind his eyes, a symphony of light and sound in his skull as Loki determinedly keeps stroking over his prostate and suckles at the head of his cock until Chris can't take it any more, squirming away with a bitten-off little cry even as one leg drops down to drape over Loki's shoulder and pull him closer.
Chest heaving like he's just run a race, he fumbles a hand into Loki's hair and ruffles it around a little in a very uncoordinated pet. ]
Stop, stop. Enough. I can't ...
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I've got you, dear, you did so well. Come here.
[ Loki drapes an arm around Chris's waist and settles up behind him, knees curled behind his and his chin nuzzling Chris's hair. He pets along an abdomen, up a chest and back down in a slow, soothing glide. The blankets curl around them of their own accord from Loki's telekinesis, soft and snuggly. ]
Relax, sleep now.
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When he was younger he might have said part of the fun was wallowing in the messy afterglow, but now that he's an old man, there's a lot to be said for being clean while trying to remember if you still have fingers and toes.
Loki cuddles up behind him, one smooth, pale arm draping over his waist, and Chris obviously reaches for it so he can curl his fingers around Loki's wrist and pull him more closely up against Chris's back. Cuddling is a full-body sport, and Chris is a champion cuddler. ]
Thank you, sweet thing.
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[ Kisses rain down on Chris's shoulder and neck, meeting his temple before Loki settles back with a nose above a shaggy mess of hair. He squeezes the hand that captures his, keeping him safely settled. ]
I'm staying right here.
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A good night's sleep curled up in a clean bed with a warm body behind him sounds like exactly what he's been looking for.
Ducking his chin a little, he tugs Loki's hand up just that bit more so he can kiss his fingers before following directions and closing his eyes with a little sigh. ]