[ 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. ]
[ Pausing halfway, he gives a smug smile down at the pretty sight of of his straining lover then rolls his hips again until the full length of Chris is buried. He gasps in relief, planting both hands on a chest as he tightens up with a flex that can be felt in the thighs Chris is gipping onto, grinding in a circle to help his own tightness loosen up further. Gods, Chris feels incredible. Loki keeps his gaze on him from underneath his lashes and fucks himself in shallow thrusts, moans breaking up with whimpers every time he sinks all the way down. ]
You're so big, [ enough to have Loki feeling exquisite in all the right places, cock dripping whenever he shudders, ] feels so good ...
[ If he'd ever been concerned that maybe sleeping with Loki might feel cold, the last fifteen minutes have made a pretty solid effort at putting those fears to rest and the clutching heat of his body completely obliterates whatever's left. By the time he's fully settled, his ass nestled in the cradle of Chris's hips, it's all Chris can do to just hold on and try to remember how to breathe, his pulse pounding in his throat and his wrists and his cock.
Loki's knees are braced up by Chris's ribs, making it easy for him to drape his arms over them, to slide his hands around and up over all that pale skin until he can palm over his ass, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle there like he did to his thighs just moments ago, encouraging those shallow thrusts and shifts and maddening little circles. ]
You feel so good, [ he counters, licking his lips and focusing steely blue eyes on the sight Loki presents perched above him like one of his filthiest dreams come to life. ]
[ This is what he loves most, he decides, having Christopher underneath him and at his mercy. Loki easily finds which angle works best for him, letting every tense shiver be seen (and felt), then once he has his bearings he turns his full attention to Chris below. He sits up with his thighs tensing to carry his weight, and folds his arms behind his head to put himself on show, stretching an arm up as he starts a longer rise and fall, giving Chris a visual of being enjoyed. It's an ego-stroke but Loki figures the man deserves it, he's running from his responsibilities for a day and he came to Loki, so he ought to have something exceptionally memorable when he returns. ]
Ahh ...
[ Sometimes he grinds down harder, just now and then to really give Chris the opportunity to feel like he's as deep as can be. Loki rakes back his own hair in order to hold onto it, when he does, his centre of gravity squarely over Chris's lap. ]
[ Despite any conversations they've had about age, when Chris looks up to see Loki stretching out above him, putting himself on display, all he sees is a beautiful young man — nearly a boy, really, young enough to be a cadet not yet ready for his first posting and that should be enough to worry him but it's not — who seems to be genuinely enjoying himself, reveling in the fact that he has Chris spread out beneath him at his mercy as he rises and falls and twists his shoulders to show off like a Grecian wrestler.
It is an ego-stroke. He should probably take it with a grain of salt, but he doesn't want to. So... ]
You're gorgeous, baby... Look at you...
[ Digging his heels into the bed, Chris lets his hands roam over the skin put on display for him, smoothing his palms up the long lean arch of Loki's torso, flicking his thumbs over those cute little nipples, raking his fingers down his sides until he can grip his hips in his hands, fitting his palms over the hard bones there and pressing his thumbs into the divot they create.
He's not really sure he could survive Loki doing this all day, but considering this death would be a far sight better than the one he has waiting for him... he's game to give it a go.
He lets go with one hand to reach instead for Loki's cock, wet enough with precome that he doesn't need to worry about the dryness of his palm as he gives it a lazy stroke in time with the rise and fall of Loki's hips. ]
[ He can hold his balance while in charge of his undulating hips but the way Chris touches him has Loki slowly bowing forward, sharp gasps leaving when sensitive nipples are teased and outright planting a hand in the middle of a chest once Loki's cock is swept up in a capable hand. He gives Chris the choice to control the sway of his hips, covering a hand on one of his hips to give it a squeeze of approval, sweeping his own palm up an arm as Loki gives into the urge to map out that broad body by touch. ]
Look at you, all mine to wring dry.
[ Grinning as he tosses his hair, he leans down to buss a kiss over Chris's heart and uses the new angle to arch his back when he drives down, rocking from a new angle that gives Chris more agency to move. ]
Every night after this when you're coming in your hand, I want you to think of me and how I would let you have me against any surface. Wall, or desk, or chair, [ Loki laughs low, batting his lashes, ] you'll imagine how you could have pulled me right onto your lap and this incredible cock of yours, right there.
[ It's a simple thing to do when so well-stimulated, tightening his ass on a thrust to jar their new rhythm. ]
[ 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. ]
[ His body shudders at the pretty little thing and he cuts off a whine by biting his own lip, rocking down harder.
They find a perfect tempo of give-and-take, Loki breathless but not quite enough to hold his tongue. He bows his head with a smile and drags the curves of his starkly cold horns down Chris's chest, following each path with the unnatural heat of his tongue that has been soaked up from his lover. Open-mouthed kisses mark up the curves of pecs, outside and in. When he plants his hands either side of Chris's head and looks down at him his dark hair tangles around his helm, framing their faces, looking well-fucked and thoughtful. ]
You think I would let anyone else have me? See me?
[ Noses bump and Loki lets a softer look sweep over his features, here alone together in a bed not their own. ]
[ The sharp contrast between cold uru and gold (whatever the hell uru is, Chris has no idea) and the maddening swipe of Loki's tongue leaves him shivering helplessly, a low noise caught in his throat that only gets repeated as Loki mouths hot, wet kisses across his chest.
He does his best to reciprocate, one hand grabbing the meat of Loki's ass and the other still curled around his cock, although the stroking of his hand might have gotten a little uncoordinated as his focus drifts away from the undeniably pretty sight of his thumb brushing over the weeping crown to shift instead to the glittering green eyes so close to his own as Loki hovers over him and all but nuzzles at him. ]
I want you. [ Just in case that wasn't obvious with the whole...well. Everything they've got going on here. ]
[ It is obvious, but to hear the words ... Loki kisses him hungrily and picks up the pace of their fucking like he can't help it (spoilers, that's true) and needs to have Chris nowhere but with him. He rakes through silver-dark hair and chases up the confession with his tongue, starting to lose all sense of a teasing tempo. That's entirely Chris's fault, as is the way Loki's cock is twitching in that fist, slick enough to feel over-sensitised when paired with the affection swelling in his chest.
In between breaths and what feels like starving kisses, he nods and answers with more than just his desperate body. ]
I want you ... [ He can't leave it just like that, it's too honest. ] I want you to come inside, fill me up. Fuck me so I'll still feel you from a universe away tomorrow. Chris.
[ Chris has always been a good student, more than capable of following instructions, and he's only too happy to comply when the instructions he's given are ones he wants to follow.
Bracing himself as best he can, he drives up into Loki's body as he uses the grip he has on his hip to pull him down, the slap of their skin meeting sounding deafening even though the roar of blood in his ears. Loki draped over his chest so he can fist both hands in Chris's hair while they kiss means he doesn't get very good range of motion for his other hand, so he settles for what little movement he can, rubbing at the underside of Loki's cock with his thumb with jerky, uncoordinated movements.
This is just a fun little escape, neither of them have made it out to be any different, but Chris can't lie and say the thought of Loki still feeling that well-fucked twinge long after Chris is back on the Enterprise isn't wildly appealing. ]
Fuck, I — unh, Loki, I'm —!
[ Grinding up as close as he can get, the hand on Loki's hip tightening its grip until it's just this side of painful, Chris grits his teeth and gives in to the pleasure coiling at the base of his spine, lets it go roaring through his blood like wildfire, straining up under the weight of the body spread out across his as his mind whites out. ]
[ The foreplay has been fun but this is what he's been craving since Chris played along with his little trick in the marketplace, endearing himself without knowing it. Maybe he did, Loki doesn't care. He holds on with a fist in Chris's hair and an arm braced at his side to take the force of the thrusts, arching so that every other one rubs Chris's cock over his prostate and makes Loki moan louder, loving the lurid sounds of their bodies filling the bedroom but the burn of Chris more.
He whimpers as Chris comes, hot and sudden so that Loki squirms as he cries out and uses his body to milk him dry. All he has to do is cover the hand over his own cock to tighten it over the tip and he follows suit, Chris's name rising to the ceiling as Loki spills while riding him.
It's so, so good, kissing mindlessly over a chest and up a neck where he nuzzles in, the roll of his hips slowing as he rubs back on that still-hard cock to eke out every moment, cock twitching. ]
[ Riding out the aftershocks with Loki squirming above him, his body a hot wet — so much wetter now that Chris has contributed — clutch around his sensitive cock has him groaning deep in his chest, a low rumble that gets lost in the noises Loki makes as he rides out the cresting wave of his own climax to shoot all over Chris's chest.
Panting as he tries to regain his breath, he swipes a clumsy hand up the long lean line of Loki's back, his muscles slowly relaxing as his legs splay open once more, his body sprawled across the mattress of this strange alien bed in this random house he hasn't even seen from the outside.
Who cares about that. Right now he's got better things to focus on, things like the sweaty tendrils of hair he can nose out of the way so he can dot a kiss or ten to the slice of Loki's cheek he can reach as he nestles in to the crook of Chris's shoulder, how it feels to wrap his arms around him and hold him close as their thundering hearts slow down, the almost fizzy tingle of aftershocks tripping across his synapses. ]
[ The little kisses bring him to his senses before he can let his weight fall. He nuzzles back, a moment later raising his hips with a hiss so he can drop down beside Chris and better curl into his side, draping an arm around him. He's still hard and whimpers eke out of him as he settles in close, petting Chris's ribs to feel the swell of his shoulders behind and keen to bury his roasting cheeks in the curve of a neck. A little too restless to be entirely satiated. ]
[ Chris is getting used to the sight of those gold horns in his periphery, and clearly Loki is so used to them that he doesn't have to worry about an eye getting gouged out, so he stops worrying about them and turns his attention instead to the needy snuggling that's going on beneath one arm.
Loki's cock is still a hard, hot brand against his hip, and Chris might just assume it was because he hasn't fully recovered yet, but the squirming that's going on is lending a different interpretation to events.
I don't come just the once, indeed.
Swiping his free hand across his chest to pick up a little lubrication, he reaches down and curls his fingers around Loki's cock once more, using the hand at his back to urge him into a slow, rocking rhythm. ]
[ All but fucked-out he moans and gives a nod, cupping Chris's jaw to guide him into a deep, lazy kiss to match the canting of Loki's needy cock. He looks half-sleepy with pleasure, no longer the sharp, witty, well-put-together man from the market who brightly lit up the street and got away with a freebie for his troubles. The blue bracelet glints on his wrist like a collar or a ribbon from an exclusive event (the very best kind) and he doesn't bother hiding his moans as he cleaves to Chris in their bed, hair a nest and eyes dilated. ]
Yes, yes, touch me ...
[ No nails rake across Chris's shoulders this time, the petting of a hand down his slick chest is all Loki has the energy for, whimpering in his thrall. That's how it feels, needing him so desperately. ]
I can't last, Chris, kiss me.
[ In case it wasn't clear that he likes that best. ]
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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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You're so big, [ enough to have Loki feeling exquisite in all the right places, cock dripping whenever he shudders, ] feels so good ...
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Loki's knees are braced up by Chris's ribs, making it easy for him to drape his arms over them, to slide his hands around and up over all that pale skin until he can palm over his ass, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle there like he did to his thighs just moments ago, encouraging those shallow thrusts and shifts and maddening little circles. ]
You feel so good, [ he counters, licking his lips and focusing steely blue eyes on the sight Loki presents perched above him like one of his filthiest dreams come to life. ]
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Ahh ...
[ Sometimes he grinds down harder, just now and then to really give Chris the opportunity to feel like he's as deep as can be. Loki rakes back his own hair in order to hold onto it, when he does, his centre of gravity squarely over Chris's lap. ]
Gods, I c-could do this all day.
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It is an ego-stroke. He should probably take it with a grain of salt, but he doesn't want to. So... ]
You're gorgeous, baby... Look at you...
[ Digging his heels into the bed, Chris lets his hands roam over the skin put on display for him, smoothing his palms up the long lean arch of Loki's torso, flicking his thumbs over those cute little nipples, raking his fingers down his sides until he can grip his hips in his hands, fitting his palms over the hard bones there and pressing his thumbs into the divot they create.
He's not really sure he could survive Loki doing this all day, but considering this death would be a far sight better than the one he has waiting for him... he's game to give it a go.
He lets go with one hand to reach instead for Loki's cock, wet enough with precome that he doesn't need to worry about the dryness of his palm as he gives it a lazy stroke in time with the rise and fall of Loki's hips. ]
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Look at you, all mine to wring dry.
[ Grinning as he tosses his hair, he leans down to buss a kiss over Chris's heart and uses the new angle to arch his back when he drives down, rocking from a new angle that gives Chris more agency to move. ]
Every night after this when you're coming in your hand, I want you to think of me and how I would let you have me against any surface. Wall, or desk, or chair, [ Loki laughs low, batting his lashes, ] you'll imagine how you could have pulled me right onto your lap and this incredible cock of yours, right there.
[ It's a simple thing to do when so well-stimulated, tightening his ass on a thrust to jar their new rhythm. ]
And I would let you.
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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. ]
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They find a perfect tempo of give-and-take, Loki breathless but not quite enough to hold his tongue. He bows his head with a smile and drags the curves of his starkly cold horns down Chris's chest, following each path with the unnatural heat of his tongue that has been soaked up from his lover. Open-mouthed kisses mark up the curves of pecs, outside and in. When he plants his hands either side of Chris's head and looks down at him his dark hair tangles around his helm, framing their faces, looking well-fucked and thoughtful. ]
You think I would let anyone else have me? See me?
[ Noses bump and Loki lets a softer look sweep over his features, here alone together in a bed not their own. ]
What do I care if they want me?
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He does his best to reciprocate, one hand grabbing the meat of Loki's ass and the other still curled around his cock, although the stroking of his hand might have gotten a little uncoordinated as his focus drifts away from the undeniably pretty sight of his thumb brushing over the weeping crown to shift instead to the glittering green eyes so close to his own as Loki hovers over him and all but nuzzles at him. ]
I want you. [ Just in case that wasn't obvious with the whole...well. Everything they've got going on here. ]
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In between breaths and what feels like starving kisses, he nods and answers with more than just his desperate body. ]
I want you ... [ He can't leave it just like that, it's too honest. ] I want you to come inside, fill me up. Fuck me so I'll still feel you from a universe away tomorrow. Chris.
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Bracing himself as best he can, he drives up into Loki's body as he uses the grip he has on his hip to pull him down, the slap of their skin meeting sounding deafening even though the roar of blood in his ears. Loki draped over his chest so he can fist both hands in Chris's hair while they kiss means he doesn't get very good range of motion for his other hand, so he settles for what little movement he can, rubbing at the underside of Loki's cock with his thumb with jerky, uncoordinated movements.
This is just a fun little escape, neither of them have made it out to be any different, but Chris can't lie and say the thought of Loki still feeling that well-fucked twinge long after Chris is back on the Enterprise isn't wildly appealing. ]
Fuck, I — unh, Loki, I'm —!
[ Grinding up as close as he can get, the hand on Loki's hip tightening its grip until it's just this side of painful, Chris grits his teeth and gives in to the pleasure coiling at the base of his spine, lets it go roaring through his blood like wildfire, straining up under the weight of the body spread out across his as his mind whites out. ]
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He whimpers as Chris comes, hot and sudden so that Loki squirms as he cries out and uses his body to milk him dry. All he has to do is cover the hand over his own cock to tighten it over the tip and he follows suit, Chris's name rising to the ceiling as Loki spills while riding him.
It's so, so good, kissing mindlessly over a chest and up a neck where he nuzzles in, the roll of his hips slowing as he rubs back on that still-hard cock to eke out every moment, cock twitching. ]
Chris, Chris ...
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Panting as he tries to regain his breath, he swipes a clumsy hand up the long lean line of Loki's back, his muscles slowly relaxing as his legs splay open once more, his body sprawled across the mattress of this strange alien bed in this random house he hasn't even seen from the outside.
Who cares about that. Right now he's got better things to focus on, things like the sweaty tendrils of hair he can nose out of the way so he can dot a kiss or ten to the slice of Loki's cheek he can reach as he nestles in to the crook of Chris's shoulder, how it feels to wrap his arms around him and hold him close as their thundering hearts slow down, the almost fizzy tingle of aftershocks tripping across his synapses. ]
Yeah, baby, I'm here.
[ As if he could be anywhere else. ]
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Mmmmm, you always feel so good ...
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Loki's cock is still a hard, hot brand against his hip, and Chris might just assume it was because he hasn't fully recovered yet, but the squirming that's going on is lending a different interpretation to events.
I don't come just the once, indeed.
Swiping his free hand across his chest to pick up a little lubrication, he reaches down and curls his fingers around Loki's cock once more, using the hand at his back to urge him into a slow, rocking rhythm. ]
Is this what you need, sweetheart?
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Yes, yes, touch me ...
[ No nails rake across Chris's shoulders this time, the petting of a hand down his slick chest is all Loki has the energy for, whimpering in his thrall. That's how it feels, needing him so desperately. ]
I can't last, Chris, kiss me.
[ In case it wasn't clear that he likes that best. ]
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