[ Really, what he wants most of all to do is to just give himself over to those capable hands (and hips), to surrender and let himself be swept away on a wave of sensation that would crest in a maddening storm to leave him more than wrung dry.

But sadly, much to his chagrin, he's competitive enough not to surrender without giving as good as he gets, and so even though he's gasping for breath and swallowing back curses in multiple languages, when Loki starts in on his panegyric of Chris's future, he just has to bare his teeth at him in a grin and dig his heels in to start meeting his body thrust for thrust. ]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? [ Please ignore the undeniable strain in his voice, he's trying to multi-task. ] Being put on display like that. I know you like to be admired, you pretty thing, do you want my whole crew to see you like this? Spread out for me, stripped bare, speared on my cock?

[ Chris has never been much of an exhibitionist, and he's always steered his subconscious firmly away from any fantasies about the Captain's Chair, but he can't deny the appeal of having a faceless crew that he absolutely does not know and will never have to face again getting to see just how lucky he is, how this gorgeous creature has welcomed him into his arms, the pleasure he's feeling and the pleasure he's giving swirling around them like that sparkly green portal Loki conjured up out of nowhere. ]