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Would you rather waste time finding lodgings while I'm holding your cock?

[ Loki arches a brow ~~to rival Spock's~~ and takes a moment once Chris is sat to shift his own cumbersome outfit. Magic shimmers over him, limning his clothes, and the cloak vanishes as if scoured from existence along with his hoodie beneath. The Seven-League boots vanish too, leaving him in his jeans when he finally climbs onto Chris's lap and drapes his arms around his captain's neck, hips giving a luxuriously slow roll as he settles in, smooth-skinned and pale, cool all over as if having stood outside in a snowstorm instead of wandering under the hot sun of an arid marketplace. Verity used to call him walking air-con and hang off him in the streets in summer.

A kiss drifts just out of reach of Chris's lips as Loki teases him, raking his nails through salt-and-pepper locks. Seeing how a mortal has aged is lovely, like reading the label on a fine wine, especially when he looks like Loki only met his twenties last week. Then there's cute phrases like skedaddle and he loves how accidentally charming that is, too. ]

You don't have to be gentle, you won't hurt me. [ Even if Chris tried, he thinks he wouldn't take it personally. ] You're welcome to warm me up, dear.

Edited 2022-06-15 07:50 (UTC)

[ Chris is about to make some kind of quip, or at least try to, when Loki vanishes his clothes and he gets distracted. ]

Now that's a neat trick.

[ He'd known about meeting Loki today, and he'd had a vague impression that something like this could possibly be in the cards, but if he'd been asked even just a few hours ago if Chris thought he'd spend today being shoved down on a stranger's bed so a lithe twenty-something could climb into his lap like an Orion showgirl, he'd have laughed.

He's not laughing now. Instead, he's settling his hands on the bare skin of Loki's sides, marveling at the cool softness of his skin, of that evergreen scent much more noticeable now that he's not wrapped up in all those layers. ]

Why would I want to hurt you? [ Warming him up, though, that's something he's happy to do. Or at least try to do. In that vein, he drags his hands down, over the gentle swell of his ass, and gets a good grip on his thighs so he can hoist his companion closer, coaxing him to bend his neck a little more so Chris can kiss him properly. ]

[ Orion showgirls sound like they know what's up, his type of people.

Loki melts with the movements Chris wants, arching under his hands and rocking down to let him feel his own hardening erection trapped between their bodies. He can't stop fussing with that bouncy hair and tangles his fingers in it as he chuckles at the question, kissing him deeply like he wanted to in the alleyway and didn't. Warmth rushes through up his spine and he lets loose a soft moan, plans of getting Chris's pants off delayed by how pleasantly Loki fits squirming in his lap. ]

I meant, you won't. I'm three times denser than a human.

[ He bites Chris's lip and kisses it better, hips working him below in a lazy grind. ]

Not that I don't enjoy the idea of you trying to make your mark.

Edited 2022-06-15 13:06 (UTC)

[ At the denser comment, Chris squeezes Loki's thighs as if testing his give through his jeans, his grip surprisingly strong for someone's whose job is, at its core, just to sit in a chair and give orders to his subordinates.

He likes to look after himself, alright. You never know when you're going to need to run from a firefight, or keep up with a pretty young thing slithering into your lap.

Loki's fingers in his hair and the way he's undulating in his lap makes it very difficult to focus on anything beyond the press of his lips, but Chris valiantly tries to rally his attention so that he's not just setting there basking in affection without giving any in return. That's just bad manners, isn't it. Sliding his hand up the smooth curve of Loki's spine, he tangles his fingers in his hair once more and pulls gently, an echo of the move he tried in the alley that had Loki laughing at him. ]

Sweetheart, if you wanted me to bite you, all you had to do was ask.

[ He's always in control, whether with women or men, his reputation affords him the opportunity to dictate how everything will go during a liaison owing to those expectations. It feels like that rug is being tugged out from beneath him as Chris pulls his hair back so Loki has to met his gaze, calling him soft petnames like he thinks Loki really is sweet. Part of him wishes he was, of course. He has tried to be good for what feels like his entire reincarnated life, ever since the Old Man killed himself, if not for the reasons said lunatic would have wanted.

The rarity of this treatment has Loki shivering in Chris's lap, eager to give him the escape from work that the captain so keenly craves. So, he arches his neck to be more alluring, sliding his hands around to push lightly on his lover's chest, but tries to cover up the resulting blush that spreads down from his cheeks with a haughty tone out of sync with it. ]

I think I want you on your back with your legs spread for me. [ It feels like a flight or fight response, but thrilling instead of galling. He kisses Chris again, showing him what he can expect from that Silvertongue title. ] I think I want you naked and lost with me in this bed, Chris, you and me and no world beyond the blankets. Nothing but your body and mine.

[ Not to say that Loki isn't clearly a consummate actor — Chris will probably never forget the coquettish display in the market as Loki draped himself over Chris's side and all but fluttered his eyelashes at the jewelry seller to fully embody the illusion of the ditzy, harmless ingenue — but it's nearly impossible to hide that kind of shiver and blush, and if Chris wasn't feeling fond and indulgent to the apparent godling perched in his lap before, he sure is now.

It's been a long time since Chris considered himself even remotely religious, and he's certainly not superstitious (no more so than any other sailor might be, at least), and he's never heard of Loki or his myriad titles, but based on the evidence of his ability to manipulate reality, the lifting of the mirror, the creation of the portal, the banishment of his clothes, it doesn't feel completely off-base to accept that maybe, just maybe, there is something going on here that all of Chris's state-of-the-art science can't quite explain.

Oh, and there's the "thousands of years old" and "traveled through dimensions" thing to consider, too.

Thinking about it makes his brain hurt, so he's going to give that up immediately and instead focus on the here and now, namely, the look Loki gives him as he shoves at his chest with hands sporting the same kind of varnish that Una favors, the prim cadence to his voice wildly out of sync with the heat in his eyes.

Chris grins at him. ] I'm starting to get it, yeah. [ He lets himself be pushed, but not before stealing another heady kiss, as well as bussing one to the soft warmth in Loki's cheek — it's cute! — before collapsing back onto the bed beneath him so he can fully admire the sight that is Loki perched on his hips, shirtless and tousled from Chris's wandering hands, that blue shimmering bracelet on his wrist the only hint of color in an otherwise stark palette. ] I want that too.

[ The kiss has him holding back a moan and exerting some truly spectacular self-restraint in not following Chris down to the bed, no matter his own demands. Loki gives a satisfied wriggle on that lap, looking like the fox that got the fieldmouse, before shimmying his way down between Chris's legs and draping over Chris's hips to push up his shirt and get comfy. A kiss seals on a navel as nimble fingers undo those pants, and for every inch he lowers them Chris gets mouthed at like he tastes of Alfheim candy-blossoms. Black hair tickles over exposed hips, shortly joined by the cool press of metal as Loki's horns shimmer back into place seemingly of their own accord. ]

How long has it been since you last took a lover? Out of curiosity.

[ Easing down a few more inches of clothes, Loki takes Chris's cock in-hand as his new bracelet glints periwinkle on his wrist. He glances up Chris's body just as he parts his lips to give him a long lick from base to tip, pink lips cushioning the crown. ]

[ Getting comfortable, rearranging oneself and divesting oneself of clothing, is rarely a particularly dignified experience, but Loki manages to make his prowling look particularly predatory while Chris feels a little bit like he's flailing around as he scoots himself just a little further up the mattress so Loki's not in danger of falling off as he settles between Chris's legs.

It's hard to focus with that chilled mouth pressing wet kisses down his belly as nimble fingers make short work of his belt and the fastenings of his pants, peeling them down his hips with such ease that Chris almost doesn't notice when his cock springs free.

The golden horns suddenly materializing is a little bit distracting, honestly.

Chris struggles up onto his elbows so he can get a better look, shifting his weight onto one arm so that his free hand can lift up to carefully trace his fingers up one curved horn. ]

Since the last time I was on Earth. [ So a few months. ] Are these decorative?

[ That last syllable gets mangled by the sudden intake of breath that catches in Chris's throat as Loki's cool tongue swipes up the long hot line of his cock, the plush softness of his lips kissing the tip enough to make a bead of precome well up eagerly. It takes real effort not to grab those golden horns, either to direct Loki where Chris wants him to do, or just to hold on. That would probably be rude. ]

[ The soft fingers of a sorcerer run up to meet Loki's lips as he mouths at the swollen tip of that erection in swirling sucks, licking his way all around Chris to get him nice and wet. He makes it look idle as he replies, as if the truth is a boring fact. ]

It's a royal diadem of the imperial house of the Aesir, forged of ensorcelled uru and gold.

[ Feather-light as his attentions to Chris's cock are, he guides a hand to hold onto a horn and bats his lashes with innocence that would fly were he not himself. ]

Thought you might like something sturdy to steer with, Captain.

[ For a moment later Loki makes use of one in particular understated, underused ability that earned him a title, and relaxes his throat as he swallows Chris down to the base, letting him feel the coolness of his mouth warming up around hard, salt-sweat heat. ]

[ Chris hums, sinking into the feeling of Loki's tongue slipping over his cock, a shiver crawling up his spine both from the sensation of it and the anticipation of more as well as from the wholly unbelievable innocence painted across Loki's face.

A look like that promises only good things, and Chris is undeniably eager to experience them. ]

That's right... Loki, Prince of Asgard, King of Jotunheim. [ His voice is a low murmur, almost an afterthought, most of his attention clearly focused on the way Loki's fingers curl his around the jut of his crown, an implicit and then explicit instruction to use them to guide Loki to do whatever Chris wants. Chris has never slept with a king before, this is exciting.

Mostly what Chris wants to do, though, based on his reaction, seems to be to just groan loudly and let himself fall back to the bed as Loki takes him all the way down into his throat, a moist velvety slide that has him struggling not to buck up into dark cavern of Loki's mouth. Instead, he curls his fingers around one shiny gold horn, the other hand slipping around to brush the backs of his fingers across Loki's cheek, at first just a gentle caress before it becomes a slightly more purposeful exploration, sweeping along the edge of his jaw and then across to where his lips are stretched tight around the base of Chris's cock. ]

[ What a good leader, remembering a host of titles while getting his dick sucked. Impressive.

Not as much as the hard cock being deep-throated as Loki makes full use of his lesser-known ability to swallow a banana whole. His throat works around Chris's cockhead as Loki swallows and when he starts to move he rubs the supporting veins underneath with his tongue, coaxing him back on every exhale like a returning lover he has known for years. His lashes flutter and close, black ink against reddening cheeks, and he finally starts to warm up properly with Chris filling him up. His lips tighten when a touch glances across his mouth and Loki proves what he said before about not needing to breathe in space. Breathe anywhere for that matter, but the motion (he has experienced for himself) is a very memorable one, and he wants to let Chris know it's okay, he really can't hurt him.

Moans muffle once he has a rhythm going and he spreads a hand over Chris's exposed thigh, raking lines with his nails to express his own pleasure, hips tipped into the bed. ]

Mmmph, mmmmm ...

[ Since he was more or less told to use the crown as a hand-hold, to direct the motion of Loki's head with it — a tiny little analytical part of Chris's brain wonders just how it's attached, considering the whole thing looks like a particularly robust tiara and therefore should come off very easily, hardly much of a hand-hold at all, and yet — Chris does as he's bade, rocking his wrist a little to coax Loki to pull back briefly before sliding back down again, a steady stream of sighs and approving hums slipping past his lips as he hands himself over to Loki's tender ministrations.

Chris is a man who values skill and craftsmanship and makes a point to surround himself with talented people.

Loki is certainly talented.

An unknown amount of time passes, perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten, before Chris uses his hold on that golden crown to lift Loki off entirely, his grip sure even as a disappointed groan rattles up through his chest when that glorious suction is removed completely. Cupping his free hand along Loki's jaw, he strokes his thumb across his lips, smearing spit and pre-come across the reddened skin and watching avidly as he presses into the soft give of flesh. ]

Come here. [ His voice is low and rough like he was the one with a dick in his throat, and when he manages to tug Loki up into kissing distance, he doesn't content himself with just letting his lover drape himself over his chest but pushes them down so he can be the one doing the draping, pinning him down to the bedspread with his greater bulk even if he knows that Loki is plenty strong enough to buck him off without hardly any effort at all. ]

[ Riding out each sigh and hum, his head moves exactly as guided as if those horns really are attached. No sign of a band around his hair or clips though, if Chris's hands go wandering (a mystery!) and Loki is too busy treating this sweet, intriguing man to the blowjob he deserves to explain further. By the time he raises his head and drags down a breath on instinct his lips are red and puffy, slick and swollen from rubbing Chris's dick to distraction, and his lashes are damp with the evidence of what effort it took. Loki is no longer pale but dappled in colour as he crawls up the bed to hungrily meet that kiss and he rolls with the motion of it to welcome Chris's weight above.

Trapped in his pants, his hard-on is aching and he can't help the lurch of his hips to grind up on Chris's thigh. The resulting noise that muffles between their mouths can only be called a whimper, shuddering free. ]

[ It's gratifying to see the physical effects of this all on Loki, who has seemed so untouchable for so long, pristine and perfect and not subject to the little smudges that make life worthwhile. To see color high in his cheeks, spilling down his throat to mottle his chest and shoulders, to see his lashes spiky with tears and his eyes made that much brighter for it, to see the way his lips are swollen and shiny and just begging to be kissed...

Chris is weak in the face of that temptation, and he gives in to it gladly, bracing himself on one elbow so his free hand can smooth over that tousled hair behind its golden crown while he kisses Loki as deeply and fervently as he can, tasting the salt of himself on his tongue.

That desperate little whimper has him shuddering a little himself, grinding down to meet Loki's straining hips, his wet cock smearing across his lover's taut belly. ]

Shh, sweet thing. [ He ducks his head, trailing a kiss or two down the column of Loki's throat, letting his teeth catch a little. ] I've got you.

[ He feels like one of Stark's over-powered cars, revved up and ready to go. With his cold blood heated Loki wraps around Chris like a needy vine and runs his nails over a broad back, tugging at a shirt to get it off. A long leg curls high around Chris's hip to lock them together and he tips his head back on a breathy moan when he feels that hard cock rubbing up against him, imagining it buried inside himself instead. Where did he put the gods damned lube? Even Asgardians aren't magical enough to go without that.

A hand reaches under the pillows to find the bottle he stashed there earlier when snooping around the fancy house and he drops it nearby, too concerned with arching up into the graze of teeth over his pulse. ]

I can't, [ panting, he repeats himself with a voice as roughened as anyone would imagine, ] can't make your clothes vanish, too distracted.

[ By everything. ]

[ The pawing at his shirt is a message received loud and clear, and Chris forces himself to put enough distance between them so he can reach up behind his head and grab the neck of his shirt and haul it up over his head so he can toss it aside. What little amount of his hair that hasn't been mussed up by Loki's fingers is almost certainly now well and truly fucked up, but he doesn't care enough to do anything more than rake his fingers through it to push it out of his face so he can admire the sight of Loki sprawled out beneath him as he twists himself, reaching up to the head of the bed and fumbles around up there.

Chris's gaze sharpens when a small bottle gets deposited beside them on the bed, and he laughs at he turns his attention back to Loki's face. ]

Do I want to ask how you knew that was there?

[ It's enough of a break that Chris can find the reserves of strength inside him to pull back enough to unbuckle the waist of the denim straining across Loki's hips, peeling the sides open and curling his fingers beneath all that stiff fabric so he can try to haul it down and off. ]

It's a mystery.

[ Laughing as he tips his head back to rub his face, as if that could push the blush off his cheeks, he rests his wrists overhead as his jeans are divested and arranges himself with a knee splayed to the side once his legs are free. He's hard and aching, smeared with precome along the pink tip of his cock that matches the full-bodied flush taking hold of his ordinarily cool body, and he even bites his lip as he watches Chris work. ]

Oh no, and my belt is faulty too.

I really don't give a fuck right now.

[ The blush is incredibly fetching, and if Chris wasn't busy getting distracted by the stretch and pull of Loki's abdomen as he twists on the bed, he might spend a little more time admiring the bright pink flush to his normally pale cheeks.

The hard cock bouncing against his belly as Chris jostles him while tearing off his jeans is pretty distracting, too.

Throwing them aside, he considers rearing back so he can wriggle the rest of the way out of his own pants, but the picture presented before him is too tempting, so he puts that task off until later so he can slide his palms up the silken thighs of the man sprawled out beneath him. ]

Beautiful. [ Ducking his head down, he bites gently at the crest of one hipbone — maybe he's been told to do his worst, but he doesn't care, he's not going to hurt the person he has in his bed... even if it's not his bed — just to see what kind of reaction it elicits, before turning his head enough to graze a teasing lick against the pretty pink tip of Loki's cock. ] Do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?

[ Squirming with every caress, he has to take a steadying breath by the time Chris is licking him. It feels like Loki might bite his lip in half if he keeps holding in his moans, gripping the pillows overhead.

And, oh, how nice to have choices. He likes Chris even more now. ]

Fuck me first, then I'll have you if you're up for it. I don't come just the once, may as well make use [ arching his hips up demandingly like a brat, ] of me.

[ Chris has never not wanted to be human, but sometimes he has to admit, his physiology has a few drawbacks. ]

Ah, to be young again.

[ He can think of many different ways to make use of Loki, though, a slideshow of images flashing behind his eyes of the different ways he'd like to have him if he had all the time in the world and a refractory period that wasn't burdened by forty-some earth years of life.

It just means he has to make the time he does have count, that's all.

Smacking his palm down on the meat of one thigh in chastisement for all the wriggling, Chris hauls Loki closer so that his legs a sprawled open across Chris's, giving him unimpeded access to what he needs. Loki's skin almost feels warm, now, just a hint of chill like he's come in from the snow, and this close, that wintry scent of him is undeniable. With some of the magically-appearing lube coating his fingers, he slips his hand between his legs and goes groping until he finds the destination he's searching for, pleased that at least wherever Loki is from produces people with physiology close enough to humans that Chris isn't going to accidentally hurt him as he rubs a wet fingertip against his hole. ]

Sounds like a challenge.

[ Mission: Make Chris Come Twice, it's a go. After Loki has finished squeaking when his thigh is slapped and doing the exact opposite to stopping, instead writhing down to "help" with a hunger barely banked. He turns his head on the pillows and arches to luxuriate in the feel of Chris fingering him open, gasping his name, heels trying to pull him closer. That denseness of muscle is going to make it a tight fit even with prep, and he's looking forward to it immensely.

Loki kneads Chris's shoulder with the hand not currently busy clutching the pillow to his mouth to muffle his groans. He wishes he hadn't been called beautiful, how distracting. ]

[ He's tight, the grip of muscle strong as Chris eases a finger into him, and he has to mentally reevaluate just how much time he's doing to have to dedicate to this before he can replace his fingers with his aching cock.

Not that fingering a body as pretty as this is any kind of hardship. ]

Get that thing out of your mouth.

[ Chris would remove the pillow himself if he didn't need both hands at the moment, one to keep himself from crushing Loki beneath him and the other to stretch him carefully so he continues not to hurt him as this afternoon progresses. ]

I want to hear you.

[ The look Loki gives him brims with mischief and it's almost possible to see the cogs working behind his eyes as he decides to taunt him. ]

Then give me something to sing about.

[ If he wasn't breathing with laboured impatience, legs splayed and hips on Chris's lap angling his stiff cock back toward his body, one might have thought Loki was uninterested in the current proceedings. Arching a brow, he gives a shrug while holding eye-contact and lets his arms flop over his head, basking in his own insolence. ]

[ The insouciance on display might be believable if Chris couldn't also see everything else, from the pink blush that's spilling down Loki's chest, to the eager jut of his cock as his bobs gently in the air, to the way his ass clutches at the finger Chris has eased inside him, warm and wet and so very tight.

The role he's probably supposed to play surely wouldn't reward such a display with a fondly amused smile, but Chris has always played by his own rules, and besides, he has a theory he wants to test out. ]

What would make you sing, gorgeous? [ He withdraws his hand just enough to fit a second finger in alongside the first before pressing back in with the inexorable steadiness of the tides, twisting his wrist as he goes so that he can crook his fingers up once they're fully seated. ] This? Or maybe this... [ Bending himself in half, he ducks down to lave a long lick up the length of Loki's aching cock, letting his tongue skip off the tip to continue that path up towards his sternum where he makes a brief detour to deposit a biting kiss to the swell of one pectoral, harder than any nip he'd given before. ] Tell me what you like, baby, help me make it good for you.

[ Loki ought to stick to dumber lovers, he starts to think, because he can't hide the way he gasps with two fingers driving him open, let alone his head falling back as Chris's tongue swipes hotly along his dick and latches onto his chest. His breath catches and the hand on a shoulder slips swiftly back into thick greying hair as Loki shudders, eyes falling closed as if to ignore his body arching up for more. It's too revealing. He doesn't want to see himself being so needy.

But he didn't pick a meat-headed lover, did he? He chose a very sharp tack and that choice speaks for itself.

He licks his drying lips and tries to regain his thoughts for a witty reply but it takes a beat too long and Loki instead tugs on his handful to coax him up for an insistent kiss, wanting that cleverness all over him as much as that gorgeous body. He gets the feeling Chris wouldn't want him if he didn't like him, at least a little, and he wants to be worthy of that fondness, having fought to woo it.

"Baby."

He could be that; he would be that. ]

I, uh ...

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