So petty thievery isn't enough, we're graduating to breaking and entering?

[ Chris laughs, appreciating a slightly more robust explanation than any he's ever gotten before, reassuring himself that as long as they're still on the same planet, the Enterprise should be able to grab him within seconds if the worst comes to pass. This planet doesn't appear to be plagued by ion storms, one of the only sure-fire ways to mess up the transporters.

Beaming up without his pants wouldn't be the most dignified of entrances he's ever made on his ship, but he'll survive.

He is allowed, but Chris makes it difficult by taking full advantage of their relative privacy by letting his hands do a little exploring of their own, slipping up beneath Loki's green sweatshirt to drag neatly-manicured fingers down his flanks, an effort to keep him close so Chris can mouth along the cut of Loki's jaw as he tries to focus. ]

At least tell me they won't come back before we skedaddle. [ Christopher, you're ruining your cool and suave image by opening your mouth, shut up.

Well. Maybe he'll shut up after he lets out a low groan prompted by Loki's murmured instruction, his cock twitching in his pants at the image. ]