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[ Feeling safe and wanted, he slides his hands to cup Chris's cheeks and gently runs the pads of his thumbs under his eyes. Loki wants to be an anchor, a harbour. It's rare such a selfless humour takes him, Chris is definitely an exception. ]

Tell me what you need, what you want. What you want to do and want me to be ... it's okay.

[ It's more options to offer, that's all. ]

And don't give me a romantically shallow answer like "you're good enough as you are", because I know that.

[ Already, Loki knows him well enough to know his first impulse; Chris smiles at him broadly enough that his eyes crinkle beneath those gentle thumbs, but he does take the time to give the question posed the consideration it deserves instead of giving in to the urge to parrot that extremely on the nose response. ]

I want... a lot. [ He wants so much he doesn't know how to articulate everything. ] I want a lot. With you.

[ Where to even start? ] I want to repeat what we did on that planet. I want your knees up by your ears. I want you flat on your front with your legs spread for me. I want you bent over a table. I want you begging me, I want to leave marks on your skin, I want to leave you feeling me inside you for hours to come. I want...

I want to curl up here and fall asleep with you and know that when I wake you'll be right there beside me. [ Too honest? Too serious? Loki did track him down across the galaxy and break into his ship to see him again, though. That's pretty serious stuff, right? ] I want to listen to you tell me about the experiments you've been running, about the friends you've made among the crew, about the gossip circulating the lower decks that I never get to hear any more.

I want to make you breakfast.

Edited 2022-06-20 18:32 (UTC)

[ Loki has been slowly getting hard since they started walking to the bed and at first he gives an upward squirm at the imagery to let Chris know how it's affecting him, then he grows still and can only play with his hair as the guy gets his emotional hooks right behind Loki's ribs to ensnare him for good. Acting like he doesn't need romance is a defence mechanism but being persistently offered it takes his breath away and he hasn't developed any resistance, so when he kisses Chris softly he doesn't think man nor god nor pasta could stop him giving Chris everything he wants and more.

When he finds his voice it sounds less sarcastic than he intends. It's fond. ]

I suppose I can accommodate all of that.

[ He slips a cool hand past the flies on Chris's uniform pants with a deftness only a master thief could exact and bypasses his underwear too, soft fingers gliding lightly along the length of him. ]

I haven't slept with anyone else since I bedded you.

[ Throwing that out there. ]

[ This is what you get when you decide to throw your hat in with an old man, Loki. He has old man ideas, like sleeping curled up in the same bed and sharing meals over the kitchen counter and talking about your day together.

The sex ideas are pretty good too, of course, but Chris is glad the other, softer stuff appeals just as much. ]

Not too much for you?

[ Chris has made his peace with his future, has been telling himself the names of all those kids whose lives he saved by putting himself in danger that fateful day yet to come, and he's almost convinced himself that he really is okay with it all. But with the promise of all that he's just blurted out hanging between them...

He shifts his hips into Loki's cool palm, grateful for the distraction his touch presents. Anything to stop thinking about how his life is going to turn out. ]

Neither have I.

[ Not that it's much of a surprise where Chris is concerned, considering his pesky moral hang ups about sleeping with his underlings. He's still glad to hear that, though. He's definitely possessive enough to not enjoy the idea of someone else touching something only he wants to touch. ]

Edited 2022-06-20 19:40 (UTC)

Darling boy ...

[ He doesn't mean to patronise; Chris is solemn and captain-y, responsible in ways Loki rarely is (upfront, at any rate), and he has a maturity that the godling absconds from whenever he can help it. Chaos deities aren't reliable unless it surprises. Chris is also eager to enjoy himself and would, Loki thinks (if allowed to really let loose) be a terror to stir upsome mischief with. He's also too good to ever do that, Loki knows. So his age is almost a joke, a non-issue Loki can make light of because even for a mortal he ought to have countless decades left for Loki to bother him in. ]

Nothing involving you is too much for me, I'm always here for it.

[ With a wink, he makes a show of blowing at their remaining clothes and making them disappear, a thump of fabric hitting the floor nearby giving up their new location. Grinning, Loki kisses Chris and runs his legs up his beloved captain's sides, guiding his cock to run alongside his own and making himself gasp. ]

[ It's been a long time since anyone called him a boy in a way that wasn't barbed to hurt — in fact, it was Loki's "boy in the market" comments the last time they saw each other, really — but he doesn't bristle when Loki says it again, perhaps because he sounds so painfully fond when he says it.

He's about to open his mouth to respond, though he's not sure if he's going to go sincere or funny, when Loki puffs up his cheeks and blows at him, and suddenly all his clothes are gone.

Blinking down at their bare bodies, Chris huffs. ]

Now that's a neat trick. I'd ask if you could teach me, but...

[ Slowly, he gives a languid roll of his hips to glide his thickening cock alongside Loki's, humming lowly in the back of his throat. ]

I think we have better things to do.

[ Laughter shakes his chest as his hands roam all over the man he's missed, settling around his waist to scratch lines up the shifting dip of a spine. He squeezes him between his thighs and trails his mouth along Chris's jaw, feathering kisses and the flick of his tongue to the pulse at the side where he sinks in a playful bite. Precome already smears between them, his body reacting quickly to the promise of having Chris again, which would be embarrassing but he hasn't had an ounce of shame since he was wooed in a dusty market. ]

Mmm, I agree. [ Nips make their way up to an earlobe as Loki purrs. ] What was that about fucking me just like this so you can see how much I need you, then on my front with my ass up for you to wear out with that big fat cock?

[ Such sweet nothings. ]

Spread me, Chris, any way you want. I don't care how many times or ways, I want it. I want you.

[ Chris knows that Loki is a consummate actor, has seen his skills both back on that little planet that they spent their first date on, and today as well when he was pretending in front of the entire mess that he wasn't about to reach across the table and haul Chris in for a kiss (or maybe slap him, it's unclear), but he's never had to worry that Loki's interest in him was feigned. The smear of slick between their bellies is proof enough of that.

Good bless a young man's libido.

Chris, which might need a little more coaxing normally, seems quite receptive to the words purred in his ear: his own cock jumps between them, and he lets himself groan as loudly as he likes. A job well done deserves a reward, after all, and Loki is terribly good at painting a vivid picture in Chris's minds eye. ]

How many times can you come in one night, baby? [ he growls, pushing himself up just enough that her can reach between them and wrap one large palm around them both. ] I'm going to wear you out.

[ If he doesn't wear himself out first. Fingers crossed. ]

Edited 2022-06-20 20:52 (UTC)

[ The soft, needy noise that breaks free when Chris palms them both escapes without Loki's permission and he bites his lip, failing to hold in another unsteady moan as he moves to Chris's rhythm, shivering with pleasure. It's as if the gorgeous sounds Chris makes force out answering calls of his own, even if Loki privately thinks his own sound much too close to whimpering for his own liking. ]

As the philosophers say, fuck around and find out.

[ Laughing breathlessly, he turns his head to plant kinder kisses on a shoulder, affectionate smooches. The hand stroking his cock is all he can focus on as he bucks up to meet it, slicking Chris's palm; Loki's hair splays like ink as his head hits the pillows and a keening whine leaves his throat, knees hitching up on instinct. ]

I'd be so, so mad if you'd fucked anyone else.

[ Imagining anyone else with Chris like this? He can't abide the thought. ]

[ Maybe Chris loves the whimpering, though. Maybe it makes that fire burning in him burn that much brighter. Maybe it makes him want to try harder, to dig into deep reserves of strength to keep going so he don't disappoint this beautiful young creature he has mussing up his sheets.

It's instinct to grind down more firmly when Loki hitches his legs up like that, to lean into him some more so that Loki takes the full brunt of Chris's weight, to duck his head down and mouth harsh kisses against that that bared throat. ]

I intend to.

[ Fuck around, that is.

He hadn't been lying when he said that the last time he took a lover was when they were back on earth for repairs, when he had spent a few months hooked up at his ranch with his communicator turned off so he could fall apart in peace. A brief fling with an old flame had helped him feel a little more grounded, but he clearly had no idea what it was he really needed; he can't imagine contenting himself with a brief fling right now, not now that he has Loki writhing beneath him again and moaning so very sweetly.

A part of him wants to lift his head up, to arch his eyebrows in surprise or make some kind of joke, but what he does instead is sink his teeth into that arched neck, deeply satisfied. ]

No. Just you. [ Just me. ]

[ It all comes crashing down to this moment, he thinks, this one right here, with Chris making him cry out for real as the bite sends a jolt of pain-pleasure ripping down Loki's spine to have his cock spilling precome with a twitch. He wraps his arms around broad shoulders and keeps Chris locked in the embrace of his legs, smooth calves sliding up and down and thighs bearing down on Chris's hips.

Just you, Chris says, uncaring that Loki is a god and moreover craving him despite that, seeing him for his actions instead of a chequered past. He calls Loki Sweetheart and the attraction feels so unsullied, so genuine, that Loki feels a little crazy with how much he wants him back. ]

Give me, ah! Gods, give me your hand, before I forget this. [ He brings Chris's hand into his own and murmurs a spell in Asgardian. ] ᛖᛃᚺᚦᚦ.

[ Sticky slick appears, much like lube but thicker, all over Chris's fingers. Loki arches up with a shudder, rubbing his cock firmly alongside Chris's so he can feel how hard and wet he is, something Loki can't fake. To put it another way, ]

Baby needs his Daddy.

[ Chris has trained himself out of being possessive through sheer necessity, but there's still that little coal of avarice that burns in his chest, that looks at something he likes and thinks mine, you're mine and nobody else's.

If Loki really is a god, he knows the idea of laying claim to him is laughable. Chris was raised by a theology professor, was taught about all sorts of different religions from the first day he could comprehend language, and understands the basic rules of them all: you belong to your god, your god does not belong to you.

Well. He'll see about that.

He laves apologetic kisses into the fading bite mark as Loki takes his hand in his, distracted by examining the indentations in that cool, pale skin, torn between satisfaction and consternation. He's a good man. He prides himself on being a Good Man, he shouldn't like to see that he's caused damage or pain, but he can't help but be pleased to see he's left a mark on the body in his bed.

The slick in his hand is definitely enough to draw his attention away, though. ]

You think I don't have lube? [ He doesn't, but that's neither here nor there.

Rubbing his fingers together consideringly, feeling the slip and slide of whatever it was Loki just coated his hand with, he makes himself slow the steady hunch of his hips, grinding their rocking back down to a halt despite the aching need apparent in every line of Loki's body. ]

I don't know, baby, you were very naughty today. Do you think you deserve to get what you want after all that?

[ He highly doubts Chris has lube in his fancy, straight-laced captain's quarters, so says the critical look Loki shoots him with a smile, saved from answering as all that wonderful pressure suddenly stops. More accurately, he can't rock up against Chris anymore and his dick feels like it's on fire, hard enough to bow up against his lover's belly where every brush over the tip feels like sweet torture. ]

Naughty? I was ... I was so good!

[ Indignantly, he gives a token tug down on Chris, a pout rising up to offer plying kisses. The bounty of his argument. ]

I went to work, I learned — I educated myself!

[ Resisting being tugged down — no matter how tempting it is to let himself sway forward, to take those bitten-red lips in another kiss, to grind down against that pretty pink cock straining up against him — Chris makes himself arch an eyebrow instead, settling his weight more firmly on one arm so he can trail the very tips of his fingers lightly down the edge of Loki's body, careful not to waste too much slick but wanting to leave behind a distracting trail to pull his focus away from his cock.

Letting this be over too soon is not in the cards for tonight. ]

And what did you learn?

[ Infuriating. How — Loki looks less like a god than ever, flustered and racking his sex-slowed brains for a reply that will get him what he wants. How horrendously attractive of Christopher. Both arms flop above Loki's head, petulantly stretching out beneath him to get some meagre revenge; if he refuses to touch then it can be a punishment not to. ]

That no one on this entire vessel can give you what I can.

[ Loki looks distressingly good like this, flushed and sprawling across Chris's sheets.

If he were a weaker man, he might give in to temptation, but he forces himself to be strong. He's lasted weeks without having this, he can last another minute or so, especially since he's pretty sure that, despite all his pouting and posturing, Loki is enjoying almost as much as he is. ]

True, but that's not what I want to hear.

[ He does at least duck his head down to press a kiss to Loki's chest, just left of his nipple. A little treat. ]

I have no reason to speak honestly.

[ He shrugs in place, insolent and bored to the best degree he can affect. Loki brushes a leg up Chris's side, heel on the back of his thigh gliding down to hook lazily around a knee. ]

No incentive, thus far.

No reason?

[ Time for Chris to affect a pout of his own. He has a suspicion it's not nearly as effective as Loki's, but he's an old man, not an indolent youth flushed prettily with desire. ]

I made you dinner.

[ Technically he made himself dinner and then fed Loki after, but that's not the point. He's planning on making breakfast if he wakes up early enough, that has to count for something, right?

He's about to open his mouth to continue when his communicator chirps from the other room.

Almost instantly, the teasing playfulness slips from his face as he shifts his attention away from the young man in his bed instead towards the door of his bedroom, poised to leap into action if necessary, but he doesn't get up off the bed. Sure enough, after a few more chirps, it falls silent and doesn't start up again, so whatever the message was, it wasn't vital enough to override Chris's DND requests.

Shaking his head a little as if to clear it of cobwebs, he turns back to Loki and smiles. ] Sorry about that. Where were we?

[ The lazy flirtatious air is pebbled apart by the communicator, the way it snags Chris's attention a thorn in Loki's side. He reaches up to cup his cheek and ensure he doesn't look away again, green eyes brighter beneath low lashes. ]

You were going to have the best sex of your life.

I've lived a long life, sweetheart...

[ It's hard to remember Loki is apparently thousands of years old and that, by comparison, Chris is just a baby. He's starting to feel his age, much to his chagrin, starting to feel the aches and pains that come with settling into middle-age, with choosing a career that puts him in the path of physical danger with alarming regularity.

Turning his head a little, he kisses the heel of Loki's palm, his eyes closing in a too-long blink as he breathes in the smell of his skin as if to ground himself. ]

Yes, I'm sure they were all amazing. Do you know what I love doing in bed with the man I adore? Discussing his previous saddles.

[ The snerk expression Loki wears eases off as he raises a hand straight up, green magic coalescing in his palm. ]

This setting isn't really conducive to helping you relax, so allow me ...

[ A shimmering green wave fans out as he gestures with his arm, the arc of it continuing all around the room turning Chris's quarters into somewhere far, far grander. The wing of Asgard where Loki stays when at home in the Golden Realm is just that, golden, with veins of rich ore sparkling through the lofty pillars and sweeping tapestries of rich emerald draped haphazardly around the walls, each depicting one of his animals, a fox or horse or snake. The walls are piled with this and that, swords and artefacts (none of his best or worst), and the balcony is as wide as the two huge doors flanking it, letting in summer sunshine and a view of periwinkle. A rainbow arcs up on the ceiling, reflected from the Bifrost below. Silky golden sheets and deep fur throws are their bed, luxurious in the very real feel and scent: pine and apples, honeyed fruitcakes too. The bed itself sits in the middle of a cavernously round room, somewhere at the top of a tower.

Loki flops his arm back to the bed. ]

Welcome to Asgard ... or the very closest approximation of it.

[ It's an illusion, nothing more, but Loki's illusions are unparalleled tricks on the senses and he preens with pride. ]

[ That hadn't quite been what he meant, but before he can regroup to explain himself, Loki is throwing a hand up and throwing that green magic of his out from his palm, a spreading wave covering all of Chris's bedroom, coating it, changing it.

He'd be more alarmed if he hadn't seen Loki's magic before; his only real question is if they've been actually transported off his ship or if this is a situation like Loki's clothes had been before, real to the touch but easily changed or removed with just a thought from the young god.

As someone who appreciates artistry in all its forms, Chris allows himself to pull back and look around, assuming that Loki wouldn't have gone to all the trouble to create this setting for them if Chris wasn't allowed to admire it.

It's honestly a little overwhelming, the sumptuous grandeur of it all, from the silken sheets and the heavy tapestries, the glimmering prismatic light splashed across the ceiling and the glittering winks of gold in the stone that surrounds them. Even the smells seem real.

Prince of Asgard. Well. That does make this make a little more sense; if Chris had to picture what the rooms of a prince would look like, he might imagine something pretty similar to this. His imagination would be nothing but a pale imitation of the reality, though, especially this reality.

Smiling, a pleased and somewhat awed wonder coloring his expression, Chris turns back to Loki, but when he speaks, he says nothing about the room around them. ]

You adore me?

[ With a growl he throws a thigh over Chris to push him back into the furred unicorn-rug and guides that comically slick hand around to his neglected ass, arching his spine. ]

Shut up and kiss me, Chris.

[ Not that Loki waits for permission, rocking down to get their cocks realigned in a heady drag of hot precome, trying to re-inspire the same urgency that lived before the damnable comm went of. ]

[ Laughing as he gets flipped, Chris obligingly trails his fingers down to where Loki so desperately wants them, stroking and petting for a moment before giving in and dipping the tip of one finger past that tight clench of muscle. ]

You really are a prince, aren't you?

[ No one else can be that demanding, he's sure of it. Luckily, Chris finds it incredibly charming, as evidenced by the look on his face as he watches Loki shift above him, the light of the Bifrost reflecting in shards across his face making his eyes look painfully blue and painfully fond.

Tangling his free hand in that silky black hair, he pulls Loki down to acquiesce to his demands of a kiss. ]

I told you! Mmph.

[ His laughter turns into mock-grumbles against Chris's lips for moments before Loki melts into him, sucking in a sharp breath when breached. He rolls his hips to afford the best angle and shuffles his knees in the plush bedding for a better brace, kisses losing their focus as his lashes flutter with the sway of his concentration. Chris looks very fine beneath him, blue skies in his gaze and warm skin that could bear the sun of Asgard. He's a warrior, in simpler terms, and Loki wants to make his prized, perfect partner sing. ]

That's right, ah. Right there, oh ...

[ Gods help him when he has all of the man buried in his backside. ]

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