[ It's a heady thrill, to watch the way Loki flusters, to see the precise moment he gives up on speech and just lets himself ride the wave of physical feeling and emotion both, to know that he was the one to silence that glib tongue and not through any prosaic methods like filling his mouth with his cock or his fingers, just through the way he touches him and looks at him and lets his thoughts slip out.

To that end, he keeps talking, murmuring quiet praise and promises alike as he rolls his hips to withdraw for a moment that feels far too long before sliding back home, the gentle scrape and burn of Loki's nails dragging down his back making him want to shiver like a horse bucking a fly. ]

You're so good, Loki. [ Sweet thing. Baby. Sweetheart. Any other pet name that bubbles up from his subconscious is fair game, especially since they seem to please Loki and not amuse him, but sometimes, Chris wants to drive his point home by using Loki's actual name. ] So good for me, so sweet. Opening up like this, it's like you were made for me, hm? My pretty baby, exactly where he belongs, here with me.

[ Selfishly, Chris had let himself imagine what it might have been like to keep Loki on the Enterprise, to insist that he stay, or just to simply never talk about him leaving. How it would have felt to come home from his shift to find him in his quarters, to sleep every night with his body beside him, to have someone nearby who would reach out to him and help him get out of his head either through conversation or like this, with the slide of their bodies together.

Sadly, he's too responsible to actually suggest it, knowing that Loki has his own life he has to return to just like Chris can't drop everything he's got on his plate for the thrill of his lover's touch, but daydreaming about it had been nice. ]