MadaM ENDGAM3

sabrajay:

endgam3:

sabrajay:

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.

It took less than a minute for the Asgardian to oblige. The commanding voice in his ear, his body being taken over. There was nothing he could do but roll with the final waves as they swallowed him. He came hard, nails once again digging into the golden back he was clinging onto. His eyelids fluttered and he swore there were bursts of light, or something, at the back of his eyes. He didn’t move his hand from his deflating arousal though, with Chris’ larger hand still wrapped around his. He was still panting when he turned his gaze upward, watching the other man’s face in great detail. The creases, the sweat on his brow, the clenching and unclenching of his jaw…

His breath caught in his lungs and his eyes squeezed shut. It was a chain reaction he couldn’t escape, but to be honest; he hadn’t really wanted to. Something unintelligible was ground out between his teeth as his release hit him like freight train. His hips stilled, leaving him buried to the hilt and he threw his head back. A carnal sound left him. Chris shuddered as he realised that he was in fact spilling into the god. As he came down from his climax…he came down hard.

The weight of his actions felt like it was crushing his chest. With large, regretful eyes he looked down at Loki. It was almost as if he was shocked by the end result, horrified by the evidence cooling between them.