"My offer," the first voice said."You haven't offered me anything but smart retorts," the second voice pointed out. "And if we are going to talk about...offers, I think I need a name for you. Unless you would prefer being referred to as a voice in my head?" It wouldn't be the first time for that," the first voice said and suddenly his form flashed bright green and Tom Hiddleston, in full Loki getup, was reclining on the bed. "There, that is better. You can call me Loki." Loki?" the second voice. Yes, bishounen is the word she’d use to describe him. In the soft monitor glow, he looked almost feminine. Chryse’s wide gold eyes sparkled delightedly, and every now and again, his thin lips would twitch into a smile. She traced the pale lines of his cheeks with her eyes, following down to his thin, square chin. His lank, coppery hair hung in broad swaths where it had slipped out of the elastic with which he futilely tried to contain it. As she started the music, she turned and stroked his. My heart wants to stop. I may be having a multiple orgasm while you keep licking the head of my cock. My come is now covering your face and hands. It is dripping from your tongue and your mouth. You are looking at me now with those devilish eyes again while licking and squeezing my cock in your hands. You did not swallow any of it this time. I lie on my back trying to recover from this unbelievable orgasm. My eyes are still closed but suddenly I feel your weight on my face. I open my eyes to. How…?”I had to think fast. I didn’t want to lie, but I couldn’t tell her an alien had healed me, either. “You did give me a really great massage.” I let that hang, hoping she would draw the wrong conclusion, and only feeling slightly guilty. Technically I wasn’t lying.“Massage… Yeah… I never knew a massage could do that.” Her eyes were still locked on my torso, and I wanted to change the subject.“I don’t think you came to look at my bruises. Why are you here?” Her eyes immediately dropped back.