[ 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. ]
[ He looks adorable, languorous and debauched, and Chris is only too happy to continue to kiss him as much as he likes, nibbling on his lip and drinking in those sighs like they're the oxygen he needs to survive in the cold and uncaring vast void of space.
Using both hands to manipulate the body in his arms, Chris sets up a steady rhythm that has Loki rocking in and out of the firm grip of his hand, one leg flung over his and his arm spread across Chris's chest leaving his lover resembling nothing more than a particularly needy little limpet as he whimpers into his kiss and stares at him with dark eyes across the negligible space between them. ]
There you are. [ His voice is low, little more than a rumble in his chest, rough and satisfied. ] Just like that, darling boy. Come on, you can do it.
[ He's not sure how he managed to woo Chris into bed, it's all a blur of being repeatedly delighted with the way he was treated. This is definitely an extension of that, worked up into a heady Asgardian froth as he wraps around him like a summer burr and lets a second orgasm wash through him like hot wine, sweet and thick as Loki's lips part on a cry and he comes in a shaking heap against Chris to add to the mess between them, gasping with wet lips catching on whatever part of a mouth or jaw he can find with his eyes closed.
He couldn't cast a spell if he wanted to.
"Darling boy."
Absently trying to nuzzle in again he feels for his horns and slips them off as easily as if they were never secure at all, tossing them to the bottom of the bed. That leaves a mumbling godling free to nestle in close and hook his leg over Chris's hip, yawning widely against tanned skin. Every inch of him is thrumming with pleasure, only want to drift toward Chris on that cloud-nine he helped create. ]
[ Coming twice in as many minutes is quite a feat, at least for human physiology, but even if it's nothing particularly noteworthy for Loki, Chris still hums approvingly as he feels him pulse in his palm, spilling over his hip and across his chest, making a mess against his skin that he'll let himself wallow in for at least a few minutes. At some point he's going to want to hit the 'fresher, just so his chest hair doesn't become horrifically matted and sticky, but for now, he's pleased with himself enough to not care.
Loki finally pulls off his horns and tosses them towards the end of the bed with a simple flick of his wrist that still doesn't answer Chris's question of how they're attached — magic, probably, as if that explains anything — but no matter, the absence of Loki's horns means Chris can nuzzle into that dark hair as Loki hides his face into his neck. He's content enough to not understand if it means he gets to cuddle in the afterglow, and if he was pleased before, he's even more pleased now, because if there's one thing Chris Pike likes after sex, it's cuddling.
So much for the fearsome reputation of Starfleet's premier Captain.
Unconcerned with his reputation for the moment, he trails his clean fingers up the shallow divot of Loki's spine, tracing the smooth skin from tailbone to nape and back down again. ]
[ Loki is a creature of nonsensical assent as he kisses in mindless pecks along Chris's neck and shoulder, arms curled up between them. He forces himself to wake up a little in order to reply but the distracting downy feel of chest-hair is a soothing one under his fingertips. ]
Might not do magic for a hot minute, that's your fault.
[ He tips his head back on the pillows to see Chris, smiling up with open satisfaction. A chuckle lodges in his throat and he puffs at the free-falling grey hairs. ]
That's alright, I can't do magic ever, I won't hold it against you.
[ Even if there's still that niggling "there must be a scientific explanation for this" in the back of his mind whenever Loki does anything magical, he's content enough with his knowledge of the universe to know that there are some things too complicated for him to explain. Destiny, fate, the future, magic, who knows how any of that works. Chris knows what's right in front of him and that's enough for him.
Right now, that's a very self-satisfied young man giving Chris the kind of look he knows many would pay untold sums to receive. ]
Mm. [ He picks up the hand Loki is using to fiddle with his chest hair and lifts it up to buss a little kiss to his fingertips before letting it fall back to his chest. ] Whose fault is that, I wonder?
[ Ooo, a hand kiss. Just propose already, he thinks as he unsuccessfully tries to level off his resulting grin. ]
It's mine.
[ Laughter bubbles in an afterglow's giggle and he brings both hands up to try and smooth back Chris's hair to no great avail, cupping his cheeks. Every tilt of Loki's chin begs a new kiss, over and over, laid out in a bed all sticky and sweaty and happy. ]
[ So much of Chris's life is grim satisfaction at best, an endless slog through the uncaring vacuum of space, meeting people at their worst possible moments and throwing himself into untold danger in an effort to rescue them from a terrible fate. If he's lucky, the good times are mostly stuffy diplomatic meetings, with legal jargon being spit out at him through the universal translator with enough monotony to make him nearly crack a tooth from stifling so many yawns. Space exploration is endless stretches of boredom interspersed with brief moments of pants-shitting terror, and that's about it.
Rarely, if ever, does he get to experience this sort of unrestrained joy, especially unrestrained joy that he was a direct cause of.
It's nice. It's really nice. It's making him feel alarmingly soft and sappy, making him happily return every kiss that lands even close to his lips. ]
Nobody's going to jail. [ Not if he can help it. ]
[ If Loki can trip through through the air from an alley to some stranger's bedroom, then Chris has no doubt it would take a very impressive prison to keep him anywhere he doesn't want to be. ]
I appreciate that, though. Thank you.
[ He reaches up, raking his fingers through those mussed black strands, pushing Loki's hair out of his face so he can admire him properly. ]
[ He probably can't keep silently making fun of how Spock and T'Pring devolve into query and response when they're together, considering he's doing the human version of just that. This feels far more intimate, though, and not just because he's got Loki's softening cock nestled in against his hip. ]
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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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Using both hands to manipulate the body in his arms, Chris sets up a steady rhythm that has Loki rocking in and out of the firm grip of his hand, one leg flung over his and his arm spread across Chris's chest leaving his lover resembling nothing more than a particularly needy little limpet as he whimpers into his kiss and stares at him with dark eyes across the negligible space between them. ]
There you are. [ His voice is low, little more than a rumble in his chest, rough and satisfied. ] Just like that, darling boy. Come on, you can do it.
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He couldn't cast a spell if he wanted to.
"Darling boy."
Absently trying to nuzzle in again he feels for his horns and slips them off as easily as if they were never secure at all, tossing them to the bottom of the bed. That leaves a mumbling godling free to nestle in close and hook his leg over Chris's hip, yawning widely against tanned skin. Every inch of him is thrumming with pleasure, only want to drift toward Chris on that cloud-nine he helped create. ]
Mmmmmm, mmnghhh ...
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Loki finally pulls off his horns and tosses them towards the end of the bed with a simple flick of his wrist that still doesn't answer Chris's question of how they're attached — magic, probably, as if that explains anything — but no matter, the absence of Loki's horns means Chris can nuzzle into that dark hair as Loki hides his face into his neck. He's content enough to not understand if it means he gets to cuddle in the afterglow, and if he was pleased before, he's even more pleased now, because if there's one thing Chris Pike likes after sex, it's cuddling.
So much for the fearsome reputation of Starfleet's premier Captain.
Unconcerned with his reputation for the moment, he trails his clean fingers up the shallow divot of Loki's spine, tracing the smooth skin from tailbone to nape and back down again. ]
Alright?
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Might not do magic for a hot minute, that's your fault.
[ He tips his head back on the pillows to see Chris, smiling up with open satisfaction. A chuckle lodges in his throat and he puffs at the free-falling grey hairs. ]
You're a mess ...
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[ Even if there's still that niggling "there must be a scientific explanation for this" in the back of his mind whenever Loki does anything magical, he's content enough with his knowledge of the universe to know that there are some things too complicated for him to explain. Destiny, fate, the future, magic, who knows how any of that works. Chris knows what's right in front of him and that's enough for him.
Right now, that's a very self-satisfied young man giving Chris the kind of look he knows many would pay untold sums to receive. ]
Mm. [ He picks up the hand Loki is using to fiddle with his chest hair and lifts it up to buss a little kiss to his fingertips before letting it fall back to his chest. ] Whose fault is that, I wonder?
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It's mine.
[ Laughter bubbles in an afterglow's giggle and he brings both hands up to try and smooth back Chris's hair to no great avail, cupping his cheeks. Every tilt of Loki's chin begs a new kiss, over and over, laid out in a bed all sticky and sweaty and happy. ]
I'll go to jail for that.
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Rarely, if ever, does he get to experience this sort of unrestrained joy, especially unrestrained joy that he was a direct cause of.
It's nice. It's really nice. It's making him feel alarmingly soft and sappy, making him happily return every kiss that lands even close to his lips. ]
Nobody's going to jail. [ Not if he can help it. ]
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[ He can't get his giggles under control, giving Chris a sceptical look. ]
I would bust myself back in so you wouldn't get in trouble, then escape all on my own to you aren't incriminated.
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[ If Loki can trip through through the air from an alley to some stranger's bedroom, then Chris has no doubt it would take a very impressive prison to keep him anywhere he doesn't want to be. ]
I appreciate that, though. Thank you.
[ He reaches up, raking his fingers through those mussed black strands, pushing Loki's hair out of his face so he can admire him properly. ]
I have a question for you.
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Only one?
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[ He probably can't keep silently making fun of how Spock and T'Pring devolve into query and response when they're together, considering he's doing the human version of just that. This feels far more intimate, though, and not just because he's got Loki's softening cock nestled in against his hip. ]
Did you make yourself shorter for me?
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