Loki couldn’t stop himself from uttering Chris’ name, his features twisting in pleasure. Why couldn’t he think? There were just the waves and waves that clouded his mind. He was emitting noises he didn’t know his own vocal chords could make. He was trembling, shaking and writhing under…
Rough stubble scraped against the offered flesh. Adrenaline rushed through him as his own words finally clicked. He angled his hips further, driving forward without reserve. That’s right. He was in control now. He had a god practically begging under him, calling his name. It was empowering to say the least. The sound of that rich voice moan and whimpering his name, the creaks of the couch, wet sounds and the slapping of flesh against flesh…He felt his eyes roll back as the very thought of sent his stomach flipping and his hips quickening.
This power play had to end, though. Once it was over…the guilt, the shame was going to crush him so thoroughly. All he had was this fleeting pleasure and temporary control. But it was all he needed right now.
‘Come on…let go. Come for me,’ he all but ordered, voice raw with passion and exertion.
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