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[ Based on his reaction, Chris might assume that Loki's never had someone do this to him before.

Or, at least, not in a while.

A long while.

Which, naturally, means that Chris has to do it again, laving his tongue over the suddenly-tensed ring of muscle he'd spent so long relaxing, muffling a dark chuckle into the rosy skin beneath his lips as Loki gropes behind himself and tangles his fingers in Chris's hair. He'd pull away to murmur some reassurances, maybe to dole out a gentle tease, but that would require actually pulling away, and he doesn't want to do that. So instead he just redoubles his efforts, alternating firm licks with gentle little tickles, the magical slick Loki conjured for him mixing with his saliva until everything is wet and messy and filthy good. ]

[ Sigurd would never behave this way, too much of a man with his puffed-up pride and Aesir-soured sentiments to do as Loki does and debase himself to being so subservient. These are roles Loki owns, proudly for that matter, but the scathing attitudes of the Aesir are very keen even after thousands of years when it comes to sex, and every aspect of Loki has unsettled them for years. Fandral, God of Fertility that he is, isn't given to eating anyone out but a woman, and is clear with his preferences without being derisive, but both of these men are slim pickings and Loki isn't fond of fraternising with mortals who are easily swayed to expect things of him. So, it has been a couple of lifetimes since Loki was treated this well, as if precious and deserving of all pleasure, and he gags on groans as he shifts back in rolling motions to meet Chris's mouth in his desperation to experience something practically new.

He fills the bedchamber with noise, releasing Chris's hair in order to grip the bedsheets beside his head. Panting hard, a shudder goes through him and he pleads into cotton, unashamed in the face of his own hunger. ]

Please, I'm close.

[ Already, yes. Once he feels Chris really going places with that tongue, he fears it'll be over for orgasm number one.

[ It doesn't take long until Loki is arching up into him, his back a beautiful tense bow as his hips chase Chris's mouth, his face pressed into the bed presumably to hide his face from the outside world. That someone as inherently, joyously shameless as Loki feels the need to hide his face from this is truly a heady realization, making Chris's cock jump eagerly between his thighs, something he does his best to ignore for now.

He's got more important things to focus on right now.

Lost in his pleasure, that first jolt of surprised tension has well and truly melted out of Loki's muscles, and Chris alternates sweeping long gentle strokes of his hands up his thighs and up over his back, petting him and pressing his chest down some more to accentuate the angle of his hips. ]

Good.

[ He bites the swell of muscle beside his cheek for a moment, just long enough for the hand still covered in residual slick to lift so he can slip his fingers back inside Loki's body once more, probing in deep as Chris resumes licking and sucking at the ring of muscle stretched around his knuckles. ]

[ Boastful as he is about his grand age, there's no real way of masking how he reacts anymore so he falls into it whole-heartedly with every twisting, writhing push against Chris's hands that hold him down in order to keep him at the right height elsewhere. Face-down and ass-up, Loki's knees slide through the blankets in order to keep himself in place and he drools into the pillow against his cheek as thick, firm fingers start to work him up too, giving him something to finally bear down on. The chanted mantra of Christopher, my Chris can't be stopped, interspersed with hitched little noises and rolling groans all partially muffled in the bed.

When he can't stop the arching of his hips anymore he cries out and begs, tears spiking his lashes, ]

Touch me, please, please, Chris, touch me —!

[ A part of him had been wondering if he could make Loki come untouched just by doing this, but that litany of pleases crumbles whatever reserve Chris might have been able to muster up.

He'll spread Loki out on his bed and test that theory another day, when they aren't quite so desperate. Well. Chris won't be desperate by then. Loki is another story.

Pressing his fingers as deep inside him as he can, Chris reaches between Loki's legs and curls his free hand around the hot length of his hard cock, not even bothering to tease him but shifting straight into a firm, steady stroke. If he wants to come, Chris will help him come. To that end, he rubs his thumb against his perineum, remembering how well that worked last time, and redoubles the efforts of his mouth, firming his tongue and slipping it between his fingers as best he can as Loki squirms and clenches beneath him. ]

[ The way a gasp ripples through every bone in his body and he seizes up with a wail stuffed into a pillow is all because of Chris, from the over-stimulation to the care and attention what feels like everywhere and all at once. The broken sound of Chris's name has him sobbing as he comes in hot splashes all over that hand, hardly able to handle the push of a tongue alongside those long fingers, the throb of arousal pulsing through him to reduce Loki to nothing but nerves and instinct. He thinks about that touch over the soft expanse behind his balls, right where Chris is putting pressure, and how much he wants to feel that in a corridor with Chris's hand stuffed down his trousers because neither of them can help themselves.

Turning his head to drag down short, staccato breaths, he pries his knotted fingers off the blankets and tries to reach for Chris but his arm flops halfway, the softness of post-coital release a golden, heady glow all over from head to foot, but also making him useless at coordinating himself. ]

[ Feeling the way Loki jerks and convulses beneath him feels like victory, sweeter than any wine, more precious than dilithium.

He did that.

Allowing himself the indulgence of milking out those tremors and shakes for as long as he can, Chris keeps flexing his fingers inside Loki and stroking his hand over his cock, but eventually he takes pity on him and slows down until his fingers are still and his hand has dropped away, gentle kisses placed to the curve of Loki's ass and the small of his back as Chris shifts himself up and over so that eventually he's leaning over Loki's prone form and braced on one arm beside him.

He has yet to withdraw his fingers, though. ]

Hi, sweet thing.

[ The illusion around them starts to gain holes, green-limned sections peeling away to reveal the real location of Chris's quarters with Loki unable to keep up the same level of magic while most of his mind was just wrung out of his cock. He licks his dry lips and cranes his head back to find Chris for a kiss, which is when something clicks and he realises with a moan that he's still stuffed with those lovely fingers. ]

Hiiii ...

[ Although his weight sinks to the bed, Loki rocks back tiredly to feel how he's still being filled, unable to get enough. ]

Ahhh, oh. Hi, yes. Hello, lover.

Hi, baby.

[ An absolutely inane conversation for them to be having, but that's alright. Chris's face is wet from nose to chin, Loki has tears clinging to his lashes still, and they're both flushed and panting, coherency can hardly be expected right now.

He twists his wrist to meet the uncoordinated shifting of Loki's hips, sliding his fingers out and then back in again with glorious ease now that he's so relaxed.

Nuzzling a little kiss to the thin skin below his ear, Chris hums. ]

Feeling good?

Mmm? Mmm-hmm.

[ Loki sinks into the bed with only his lazily rolling hips a sign he isn't falling asleep, reduced to being half-hard from the force of his orgasm but still very interested in the way Chris is keeping him primed for more. He hugs his pillow, snuggling back into the kiss at his ear. ]

You can take me, s'okay. M'awake.

[ Sleepy but still horny, which is a blissful mix. ]

[ The thought of sliding into the relaxed puddle of interdimensional godling sprawled out beneath him is definitely appealing, but Chris has a few concerns that need to be dealt with first.

Reluctantly withdrawing his fingers, he brings his hand up so it's within Loki's range of vision and wiggles his fingers. ]

I'm going to need some more of that slick you conjured for me earlier, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you.

[ Loki may be relaxed and loose now, but Chris didn't exactly waste any time spreading lube on his cock. He doesn't want there to be any uncomfortable catching or snagging as they're trying to get down to business. ]

[ Loki huffs. ]

You've fucked most of the magic out of me.

[ He lifts his hand just enough to touch those fingers and murmur the spell again. Not as much slick appears but he manages enough to ease the way, immediately yawning. His ass bumps back against Chris's cock and he wriggles until he gets him lodged between his cheeks, humming happily with a sensual grind. ]

I do adore you, you know ...

[ It's just enough lube for Chris, who has to grit his teeth against the sudden clamor his dick is making as Loki wriggles back up against him, nerve endings that he stopped paying attention to suddenly making themselves known again.

He settles for trailing his lips back across Loki's shoulder to rest against his spine as he hunches his hips, making just enough space for him to quickly fist his cock with the lube smeared on his fingers, and then carefully line himself up.

Groaning as he slowly presses himself into Loki's body, Chris mouths sloppily against the skin of Loki's back until his hips are pressed snugly up against his ass, his cock fully seated and his ribs squeezing tight around his lungs. How could he have forgotten how good Loki feels, how all-encompassing a pleasure it is to be tucked inside him like this, with not a single stitch between them?

Lowering himself onto his elbows, he tucks his face into the back of Loki's neck, murmuring his name into the sweaty tangle of his hair. ]

Yes.

[ Breathing out with relief when Chris sheaths his cock and Loki is overburdened with thickness stretching him out, he tips a hand back to thread in Chris's hair and keep him close. At first Loki just squirms beneath him, letting them both relish how good it feels to be back together. ]

You should wake me up like this in the morning, [ smiling, he squeezes tight around that full length, hissing, ] fuck me into consciousness.

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[ A low rumble pushes its way up Chris's chest when Loki bears down on him like that, squeezing his already-sensitive cock in a way that makes his breath come short in his lungs, and Chris lets himself really dig his knees into the mattress so he can grind himself as deep into Loki's body as he can possibly get before slowly shifting to rock back. ]

Yeah? [ His voice is low, hoarse, words a little slow and distracted as his body screams for him to pay attention to it while his mind is trying valiantly to imagine just how it might feel to do exactly what Loki's suggesting. ] Would you like that?

[ Chris would. He hadn't really considered it before, but he's definitely considering it now. ] Stretch you good and slow the night before, fuck you slowly, fill you up with my come and then what? [ He cranes his neck a little to nip the shell of Loki's ear. ] Find a plug for you overnight, hm? I know how tight you are, baby, we'd have to do something to keep you loose and relaxed for me.

[ Fully hard once again, Loki answers in soft groans and distracted nods. The nip to his ear has him squeezing down fast on Chris and he laughs even as he squeaks, helping him find a rhythm. ]

Whole ship ... and not one butt-plug? I call lies.

[ He can reach behind and find the meat of Chris's ass, digging his nails in to encourage the pace. ]

Mmmm, call me baby again, I like it.

[ It makes him flex. ]

[ Chris finds himself laughing as well, pinching the skin of Loki's shoulder between his teeth in a little reprimanding nip, though the way he rolls his hips really takes the sting out of that. ]

I don't want to know what my crew gets up to. All I know is I don't have one.

[ Which was clearly an oversight, obviously. For some reason, though, Chris hadn't anticipated having a pretty young thing like Loki warming his bed, just begging to be defiled as thoroughly as his imagination and stamina can manage.

Since Loki seems to like what he's doing, he braces himself to continue, steadily rocking against him in slow, shallow thrusts that are closer to a grind than anything else. ]

Baby. [ He kisses the slice of Loki's cheek he can reach, letting his lips drag as he murmurs. ] My baby. Do you know how much I want you? How crazy you make me? I adore you too, baby boy. You're all I can think about.

[ I'll find one, he mutters, thoroughly distracted by how it feels to have someone laughing inside him, then thoroughly breaking down every wobbly wall that Loki has been trying to re-build since he came. ]

Oh.

[ Mischief has never been further from his mind, shivering with mild surprise. He whimpers as his body reacts for him, praise setting his nerves on edge so he tightens up with each kind comment and the occasional buck of hips that can't be controlled. It's dizzyingly good and Loki tilts his head so that Chris can see the deep blush on a god willing to do anything to keep him right there. ]

Use, [ Loki hiccups a breath, ] use me, daddy.

[ Captain would ruin the mood but Daddy, that's loving and respectful. Loki wants to be that baby boy who spreads his legs and makes Chris happy, it gives him back something carnally satisfying in return. ]

Aren't I, ah, being good for you now?

[ Use me just prompts yet more steady rolling thrusts, like maybe Chris can't let himself let loose enough to be actually rough, or maybe like all he wants right now is to indulge in this slow and steady rhythm that will have his orgasm creeping up on him like the slow rising of the dawn. ]

You're so good. [ Not always, but now. Now he's perfect, arching up and crying out and all but gagging for it. Chris decides to tell him that, since it seems to be going over so well. ]

You're perfect. More than I could ever ask for. I'm in awe of you, baby. My beautiful boy.

[ Who knew he had such depths? Chris sure didn't, and yet it feels easy to just open his mouth and let the words fall out, to murmur soft reassurances against that scalding-hot blush, to kiss and nuzzle and dole out doting praise like he was made for this. ]

[ While the sex is incredible, a slow-burn tidal wave building beautifully up his spine, Loki gives a weak thrash when complimented and tries to get more. He drives back to chase that cock while reaching forward to grip his own, spilling precome onto the already ruined blankets. His knees hastily try to draw up beneath him, wanting some form of brace so he can roll over Chris a shade faster. Usually it would be a quick first orgasm and a lazy second but Chris makes his skin want to leap off his bones, more restless than ever as his cock twitches and leaks. ]

I can, I can come, I can come again, Chris, please.

[ Chris doesn't let up as Loki squirms even more beneath him, settling more of his weight onto his lover's back to pin him down so there's nothing he can do but listen to Chris murmuring nonsensical praise in his ear and take it as Chris rocks his cock steadily in and out of his ass.

He's not cruel, though. When Loki starts pleading, when his voice cracks like that, Chris shifts himself so he can slip a hand beneath them, between Loki and the mattress, curling his fingers and making a shallow groove for Loki to thrust into as Chris rocks his body across the bed. ]

There you go. You can use that and only that.

[ He presses a kiss to the back of Loki's neck. ]

Go on.

Thank you, I ... !

[ His choices are: rock back onto Chris's dick or rock forward into Chris's hand, neither a chore. The strength in his hips returns and Chris has to ride a bucking, strong god who loses their rhythm and just wants to lose his mind with the sensuality of it all, loud enough to test the walls of the bedroom. Loki comes again, sooner than he ever has before, and he twitches all over once the initial tense shudder is over, quaking around Chris's cock. ]

[ Chris is just as guilty as anyone else who looks at Loki and believes the sight he presents: that of a healthy but not particularly muscular young man. Feeling him bucking like a wild stallion beneath him, Chris is one again reminded that his lover is not human, perhaps not even mortal.

The wail coming out of his mouth sounds pretty inhuman, too.

When he quiets, Chris kisses his shoulder, slipping his hand free and wiping it on the bed beside them so he can reach up to cards sweaty hair away from Lokis face without smearing semen into it. ]

Check in with me, baby. You good?

[ Because if he's not, Chris can move. But if he is, Chris can move . ]

[ As he feels fingers comb through his hair, his hazy mind falls back into bed with Chris and Loki smiles over a shoulder, mussed and blushing so much he could be a visitor to Muspelheim. A worn-out as he is, he has Asgardian resistance to fatigue and in the same way he doesn't have to sleep for forty-eight hours straight, Loki doesn't have to rest between rounds in bed with a man who treats him so well he wants to stay awake for every minute of it. He regains his strength as Chris nuzzles at him, then takes a deep, steadying breath and raises his hips to take Chris with it, bringing his arms underneath his body as he props himself up. ]

Do you know ... what else I am?

[ Laughter hushes out of him as he tips his head back to complete the sensual arch, purring satisfaction to feel Chris worshipping him so well, for so long. ]

A literal sex god.

[ Chris can't help grunting in surprise when Loki shifts abruptly beneath him, pushing himself up and taking Chris with him like he hadn't just had two screaming orgasms in rapid succession.

Clinging to Loki's sides to help steady himself as he adjusts his weight, Chris tries to steady himself with only middling success, feeling off-kilter like one of the legs has disappeared from the bed, leaving him unsteady enough that he can't let go of the body beneath him or he'll fall.

That's alright. He didn't want to let go anyway. ]

I'll say.

[ It wasn't an answer to his question, but it is enough of an answer that he'll take it regardless, leaning on one hand planted beside Loki's on the ruined sheets and using the other to slide across his chest so Chris can hold him close in a tight embrace as he tries to avoid letting his hips hunch like a dog in a rut, animal and mindless. ]

I'm — 'm gonna...

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