[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
There's a little curl of smugness that glows in his chest, but it's overshadowed by the burning desire that's roaring through him, not helped at all by the way that Loki gasps and flounders and clutches at him like that famous silver tongue has all but abandoned him.
It's a powerful feeling, honestly, knowing he's reduced Loki to mewling little whimpers and tugging fingers in his hair. Thankfully, that's a request he's more than happy to comply with, and he shifts his weight on his free arm a little so that he can lean in to sip a kiss from his lips, still twisting his fingers between them, fighting against that tight clutch of muscle. ]
Did you like that? [ He clearly did, though Chris isn't wholly sure which part of it was what did hi in. Time to reassess his data. Nuzzling an almost tender little kiss to the heat of Loki's cheek, Chris pushes his fingers back in until they can go no further. ] Baby?
[ His body betrays him, no longer able to wholly control every action and gesture to tailor and manipulate the situation, unable to lie. With that particular ability stripped bare Loki feels a shudder ripple through him so that even after he reacts to the fingers pressing in deep and moans, the silly petname has him giving a reflexive buck too and he hikes a curled knee up on Chris's hip to hold his hand there, that praise liquifying all the sass he thought he was building into a physical reaction where he tightens up.
His voice sounds far higher and reedier than he would like as he huffs, ]
I'm ancient, I — ahh, fuck.
[ He doesn't feel very godlike at all, hot and sweaty as he keeps a grip in Chris's hair and rakes at his back. Loki feels like an idiotic twenty-something unable to regulate his sensitive body's reactions (betrayal!), annoyed at himself for revelling in them with such force.
He gives Chris's hair a tug, not quite biting back a whine. ]
[ If Loki was worried about Chris liking him, he really doesn't have to worry anymore. The wanton display is certainly appealing, but more so than any of that, the embarrassed betrayal in his voice as he protests his age endears him so strongly to Chris that he simply must kiss him again, tender and sweet in sharp contrast to the firmness of his fingers in his ass. ]
Shh, baby, I know.
[ The fingernails scoring down his back don't get more than a twitch from him, too busy pressing doting kisses to Loki's lips and along his jawline, twisting his wrist so he can rub his thumb against the smooth skin of his perineum as he rocks his hand between them. ]
I am too, by Earth standards. [ He thinks he's so funny. ] Think you can take another, sweet thing?
[ It's quite the sensation to be laughing around those fingers, wheezing between panted breaths as his eyes crinkle and a grin widens under those dappling kisses. ]
You're so cute. [ He cups Chris's cheeks and tilts his head to better see him. ] Just a cute boy I met in a market.
[ The sweet pressure right up against his prostate as Chris works him from inside and out cuts off whatever else Loki was going to say as he groans sharply in sudden surprise and his hips drive down, fast and desperate to chase that perfect angle, his reaction in full view. ]
[ Chris likes laughing during sex, likes the silly and undignified moments just as much as all the others, and feeling the way Loki gasps out his laughter beneath him makes him feel good.
It feels wholly natural to wink at him when Loki holds his face still to be examined, to turn his head a little and brush a kiss to the meat of his thumb, which puts him in the perfect position to see every little shift of expression when what he's doing between Loki's legs is met with such a positive response.
Chris winds up staring at him like he's looking at a priceless piece of art in a museum somewhere, impressed and awed in equal measure; all the while his hand continues to rock between them, his thumb a firm pressure now that he's discovered how well that's received. ]
There you are, [ he breathes, completely nonsensical praise falling from his lips as he watches the expressions play across Loki's youthful face. ] That's it. Just like that, sweetheart, you're perfect.
[ There passes a wonderfully long moment (possibly ten years, Loki can't tell) where he rides those fingers and moans wantonly as he does so, clutching at Chris to kiss and nuzzle what he can as his cock twitches between them, precome smearing over himself. It's with a whimper that he paws his way down Chris's waist to dig his nails into the curve of his ass, thighs squeezing around his waist. Through damp lashes Loki watches him, wrecked with want. ]
Chris, [ he locks his legs in place and grinds down with a sensual, smooth roll, imitating how he wants to ride something else, ] Chris, fuck me. Fuck me, please.
[ Loki returns the sweet bussing of kisses to a cheek, his plea a whiny coo to either inspire action or laughter. Maybe both. Chris started this, he tells himself, Loki is just flinging it to another level to get his revenge for how easily he's being unravelled.
His other hand strokes that hard cock Chris has been sporting a while. ]
You feel so good. Do you like making your baby beg for it, daddy?
[ It would be a lie to say that watching the display Loki's putting on wasn't affecting him, wasn't making his cock twitch and his balls ache, wasn't making him wish he'd taken the fucking time to take his goddamn pants off at the beginning so they weren't digging into his legs right now, but Chris is great at compartmentalization, and he just shoves all that irritation aside so he can instead focus on the sweet little whimpers and the clumsy patting that come from Loki, the way those long fingers scrabble against Chris's skin to pull him closer.
The way Loki pants and pleads is more than enough to unravel what little self-control Chris is still clinging to, his earlier determination not to get his cock near anyone's ass until he was certain that it was stretched enough not to hurt starting to crumble alarmingly quickly. Loki seems so sure he's ready, begging Chris to hurry up already, and based on the tears clinging to his lashes, hasn't Chris made him wait long enough?
He shudders like a horse bucking a fly when a cool hand reaches down to cup his cock again, any friction against his poor neglected skin suddenly overwhelming, but not overwhelming enough for him to miss the daddy comment.
Considering it for a moment — he's not dumb enough not to realize it's an honorific more than any sort of patronym — he decides he doesn't find it objectionable, and just because he's not used to it right now doesn't mean he can't get used to it. So, alright. Daddy it is. ]
How could I not? [ He rolls his hips into Loki's hand and curls his fingers inside him. ] You beg so prettily.
[ The games they play are as soothing as the sex, easy like the way Chris sidled up to Loki's tricks in the market and went along for the ride. The emotions swelling in Loki's chest have him kissing Chris deeply, cupping the back of his head as he does so, then using that grip to cradle his neck as Loki exerts his true strength to invert their position with a push of his thighs, (sadly) dislodging those devoted fingers. He rolls on top with a wicked grin, tracing down a chest and abs until he comes to that cock and can reach back to position it at his entrance, sitting up to put on a show as he guides Chris into position and hedonistically rubs against a thick cockhead. A delirious hunger burns deep in his belly, right where he wants Chris most.
For as much lust is fogging his brain, he's sincere when he says, ]
Let me take care of you.
[ The burn of the moment he starts sinking down has Loki moaning unabashedly, gripping Chris at the root so he can work himself full. ]
[ The easy way Loki twists his body to send Chris tumbling onto his back really only serves to underscore that, up until this point, he'd let Chris pin him down, allowed himself to be held with his thighs spread and his shoulders digging into the mattress, that he'd made a conscious choice to hand the reins over to Chris.
It's pretty damn hot. Like everything else isn't hot enough already.
Scrambling to get his pants as far down his legs as possible, Chris barely manages to kick them all the way off before Loki's got his cock in his hand again, holding him in place so he can rub himself against the crown, catching on every stroke in a way that makes Chris desperately want to buck his hips up.
He's glad he restrained himself when Loki starts to push himself down, holding Chris steady and leaving him able to do little more than just clutch at the hairless spread of Loki's thighs, his skin so pale against Chris's fingers as they dig into that muscle. ]
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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. ]
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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 ...
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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?
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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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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There's a little curl of smugness that glows in his chest, but it's overshadowed by the burning desire that's roaring through him, not helped at all by the way that Loki gasps and flounders and clutches at him like that famous silver tongue has all but abandoned him.
It's a powerful feeling, honestly, knowing he's reduced Loki to mewling little whimpers and tugging fingers in his hair. Thankfully, that's a request he's more than happy to comply with, and he shifts his weight on his free arm a little so that he can lean in to sip a kiss from his lips, still twisting his fingers between them, fighting against that tight clutch of muscle. ]
Did you like that? [ He clearly did, though Chris isn't wholly sure which part of it was what did hi in. Time to reassess his data. Nuzzling an almost tender little kiss to the heat of Loki's cheek, Chris pushes his fingers back in until they can go no further. ] Baby?
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His voice sounds far higher and reedier than he would like as he huffs, ]
I'm ancient, I — ahh, fuck.
[ He doesn't feel very godlike at all, hot and sweaty as he keeps a grip in Chris's hair and rakes at his back. Loki feels like an idiotic twenty-something unable to regulate his sensitive body's reactions (betrayal!), annoyed at himself for revelling in them with such force.
He gives Chris's hair a tug, not quite biting back a whine. ]
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Shh, baby, I know.
[ The fingernails scoring down his back don't get more than a twitch from him, too busy pressing doting kisses to Loki's lips and along his jawline, twisting his wrist so he can rub his thumb against the smooth skin of his perineum as he rocks his hand between them. ]
I am too, by Earth standards. [ He thinks he's so funny. ] Think you can take another, sweet thing?
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[ It's quite the sensation to be laughing around those fingers, wheezing between panted breaths as his eyes crinkle and a grin widens under those dappling kisses. ]
You're so cute. [ He cups Chris's cheeks and tilts his head to better see him. ] Just a cute boy I met in a market.
[ The sweet pressure right up against his prostate as Chris works him from inside and out cuts off whatever else Loki was going to say as he groans sharply in sudden surprise and his hips drive down, fast and desperate to chase that perfect angle, his reaction in full view. ]
Chris! Oh, oh fuck, right there —!
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It feels wholly natural to wink at him when Loki holds his face still to be examined, to turn his head a little and brush a kiss to the meat of his thumb, which puts him in the perfect position to see every little shift of expression when what he's doing between Loki's legs is met with such a positive response.
Chris winds up staring at him like he's looking at a priceless piece of art in a museum somewhere, impressed and awed in equal measure; all the while his hand continues to rock between them, his thumb a firm pressure now that he's discovered how well that's received. ]
There you are, [ he breathes, completely nonsensical praise falling from his lips as he watches the expressions play across Loki's youthful face. ] That's it. Just like that, sweetheart, you're perfect.
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Chris, [ he locks his legs in place and grinds down with a sensual, smooth roll, imitating how he wants to ride something else, ] Chris, fuck me. Fuck me, please.
[ Loki returns the sweet bussing of kisses to a cheek, his plea a whiny coo to either inspire action or laughter. Maybe both. Chris started this, he tells himself, Loki is just flinging it to another level to get his revenge for how easily he's being unravelled.
His other hand strokes that hard cock Chris has been sporting a while. ]
You feel so good. Do you like making your baby beg for it, daddy?
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The way Loki pants and pleads is more than enough to unravel what little self-control Chris is still clinging to, his earlier determination not to get his cock near anyone's ass until he was certain that it was stretched enough not to hurt starting to crumble alarmingly quickly. Loki seems so sure he's ready, begging Chris to hurry up already, and based on the tears clinging to his lashes, hasn't Chris made him wait long enough?
He shudders like a horse bucking a fly when a cool hand reaches down to cup his cock again, any friction against his poor neglected skin suddenly overwhelming, but not overwhelming enough for him to miss the daddy comment.
Considering it for a moment — he's not dumb enough not to realize it's an honorific more than any sort of patronym — he decides he doesn't find it objectionable, and just because he's not used to it right now doesn't mean he can't get used to it. So, alright. Daddy it is. ]
How could I not? [ He rolls his hips into Loki's hand and curls his fingers inside him. ] You beg so prettily.
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For as much lust is fogging his brain, he's sincere when he says, ]
Let me take care of you.
[ The burn of the moment he starts sinking down has Loki moaning unabashedly, gripping Chris at the root so he can work himself full. ]
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It's pretty damn hot. Like everything else isn't hot enough already.
Scrambling to get his pants as far down his legs as possible, Chris barely manages to kick them all the way off before Loki's got his cock in his hand again, holding him in place so he can rub himself against the crown, catching on every stroke in a way that makes Chris desperately want to buck his hips up.
He's glad he restrained himself when Loki starts to push himself down, holding Chris steady and leaving him able to do little more than just clutch at the hairless spread of Loki's thighs, his skin so pale against Chris's fingers as they dig into that muscle. ]
Oh, fuck — ah, Loki...
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