[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Loki promised Chris the best sex of his life and he intends to deliver. The circling of his hips, the reversing whenever Chris drags him back, he does it all with genuine enthusiasm and gives up every groan, whimper, and hiss to his beautiful lover, caught in a tight grip that he returns with a smirk and a squeeze that runs all up his thighs. Still, Chris is holding back and Loki can't have that.
He twists around to show off his ruddy complexion and lets a bitten lip fall free, rose-red and shining with his spit as his mouth hangs open, shuddering from the barely-controlled thrusts. ]
You can do it, I want it! Chris, yes, fuck me harder ...
[ Shuddering as Loki babbles encouragement to him, his body tight and wet and squeezing tighter, Chris is barely hanging on to any semblance of composure by his fingernails, seconds away from falling apart at the seams and for some reason, he feels compelled to resist.
That is, until he makes the mistake of making eye-contact with Loki as he twists beneath him, his green eyes made impossibly brighter by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, his blood-red mouth the very picture of sin as it hangs open and shining, a hint of his pink tongue peeking out that makes Chris want to let out something embarrassingly close to a whine.
He's at the wrong angle to kiss, what with Loki being taller than him and facing the other way no matter how he contorts his spine, so Chris contents himself with just tucking his face into the back of his shoulder, panting against burning-hot skin as his rhythm falters and he feels himself topple over the edge with a dizzying abruptness that leaves him shaking and gasping and feeling like his spine has been yanked out through his toes. ]
[ Good for him. That's the presiding sentiment as Loki proudly works Chris through his orgasm, wringing him out for every second he can bear to stay buried. Loki shudders as hot come paints the walls of his overheated ass and he startles out a cry, gripping the sheets as he rocks back to meet him at the root, ensuring every drop is spilled right where they both want it, deep inside. He's not entirely selfless, after all, and that isn't the design of them in the first place.
He lowers himself to the bed after Chris is mostly done, easing him into a better position before either of them fall with ungainly, post-coital gracelessness; Loki can sympathise.
His breath doesn't want to be anything but fast and shallow. ]
I've got you, you feel so good. I've got you, dear.
[ Going where he's being led, Chris does embarrassingly little to help as Loki guides them both to the bed, letting his weight sink entirely against the strong body beneath his as they collapse to the ruined sheets below.
Panting like he's run a marathon, Chris slowly manages to convince his fingers to loosen their vice-like grip on the bed and Loki both, feeling like all his joints are audibly creaking as he adjusts himself on the bed so he's not completely crushing his lover as he tries to reel himself back into his body. Mostly what he manages to do is just nuzzle at Loki's shoulder, his lips slack and parted.
After what could be either a minute or an hour, he clears his throat. ]
[ Loki slips free from beneath Chris, giving him a little space to catch his breath; an absent wave of Loki's hands cleans the sheets before he flops back on top of them and drapes a leg over Chris's thigh, otherwise letting him cool down on his own pillow. ]
That was fun.
[ For his part, Loki feels well-fucked and languid with it. He rests his arms over his head and stretches out, giving a yawn. His cock remains half-hard but he's happy to ignore it, luxuriating in the afterglow with a keen eye on Chris to soak up how exhausted he is. ]
[ The room around them has well and truly shifted back to Chris's own bedroom but it seems he hasn't yet noticed, too busy making a relieved sound when the bed beneath them is set back to rights, the sheets straightened and tidied, their sweat and other various fluids vanished so that it's like they only just lay down.
Chris isn't ashamed to admit he presses his face into the cool cotton of his pillow with a sigh, giving himself a moment while Loki stretches beside him.
Eventually, he reaches out to drop a clumsy hand on Loki's sternum, his fingertips idly stroking the edge of his ribs. ]
[ Groaning in a way that's only mostly for show, Chris scoots himself closer so he can press his body closer to Loki's, still a little overheated but not enough to make such closeness unbearable; the temperature controls of the room seem to be working just fine, and being on clean sheets makes a world of difference.
Loki's magic is truly a marvelous thing. ]
Remember when you said you were too full of pasta to have sex?
[ He laughs, shifting idly just to feel the twinge of his muscles, cataloging them one by one in the back of his mind. ]
Clearly your pasta is an aphrodisiac no man, woman or god can resist!
[ It's nice and open in Chris's quarters, Loki can stretch out a leg and still have room to settle in for a nuzzle into greying hair. ]
Feeling the burn, hmm? [ His hand skims from wrist to shoulder and back again on Chris, soothing. ] If you're down for it I'd like to repay the favour sometime.
[ Settling himself comfortably against Loki's chest, his head nestled against his shoulder, Chris submits easily to being petted, letting himself enjoy the afterglow with the knowledge that there is nothing else demanding his time and nowhere else for him to be.
He might just fall asleep like this. ]
You can. [ He curls one leg over Loki's, his smooth skin feeling particularly cool and refreshing after all that exertion. ] Been a while, but. I like it.
[ Grumbling playfully as his pillow quakes beneath him, Chris strokes his fingers across Loki's side as the covers are drawn over them. ]
I brought you here so you could rest.
[ All Chris wants to do right now is pass out. Unfortunately, when circumstances allow it, he's always been the type to drop off immediately after sex, the combination of physical activity and rush of pleasure making him feel sleepy and sated.
He likes to cuddle, but he also likes to nap. Unfortunately, he also knows he has to clean up. ]
[ This time he grumbles for real, more of a distressed groan as he remembers that his communicator went off earlier and he didn't go check it. ]
I should go see what they want.
[ He loves being a captain, he really does. But sometimes, the responsibility can be a heavy weight. It's one of the reasons he went to meet Loki in the first place. He just wanted a little time off, away from his duties. It had been safe. Loki was so far removed from the Enterprise, he knew he could set all his burdens down for a moment and it wouldn't matter.
Now, Loki and his burdens are sharing the same space. ]
If it was that important they would still be calling, wouldn't they? If they want you, they will come and find you ...
[ His lips skate over a forehead, nose nuzzling at a crown. The blankets creep up higher of seemingly their own accord as Loki wraps his arms around him. ]
[ Loki makes a very good point, though. If it was really all that urgent, they'd call again. Or have Una page him. Or come bang on his door.
He doesn't want to pull away from this little cocoon of blankets and their slowly-cooling bodies, Loki's winter-green scent thoroughly entrenched in his senses once more. He's warm, and comfortable, and it's late.
The ship won't fall apart if he doesn't pick up his comm. Right? ]
[ All mine. Loki tangles his legs with Chris's, relaxed to a point. After a short period of peaceful silence, he remembers Chris's request from earlier and a low tune starts in his chest as he sings under his breath as much to honour his word as to keep him in bed. ]
Down by the icy river Gjöll, Wander far and to Garm come, Pass her bark and skip her bite, Ten days ride through day and night.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Bring your hunger.
O'er bright plains, 'thru dark woods, Fly past mountains' crystal hoods, There on a hill sits Asgard gold, Home to heroes young and old.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Show your hunger.
Past pillars shining, ceilings yawning, Horns that howl and strings a'soaring, Here we rest in her finest hall, Valhalla is safe and warm.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Sate your hunger.
[ Chris is used to hearing voices from all nations, all planets, so a slight variation in accent isn't really worth noticing most days. The Universal Translator does a decent job of compensating for that, most of the time, regardless.
But listening to Loki sing, hearing his voice vibrate up through his chest, Chris is struck by the lilting accent that colors each syllable, just different enough to be noteworthy, to be unique.
Smiling, he presses a kiss to the skin beneath his lips and then lets himself be soothed by the song sung in his ear, slowly drifting off into sleep. ]
[ A good few hours pass undisturbed until the chirp of that communicator starts going off again, waking Loki up near instantly. At first his frown seems to kill it off but then something on the wall goes off instead and he sighs, giving Chris's hair a gentle tug. ]
Hey ... [ A kiss buffs Chris's cheek. ] Wake up, handsome, you have an incoming call.
[ Dimly, through the veil of sleep, Chris hears his communicator chirp again. It's a sound he's been trained to respond to, one that grabs his attention nearly no matter what he's doing, and he starts to rouse when he hears it on pure instinct alone, until it quiets.
Letting himself sink back down, he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, only to have a different sound start up, one that prompts the fingers in his hair to tug. ]
Mmh. [ Frowning, he heaves a disgruntled sigh, but forces himself to blink his eyes open. ] Damn it.
[ The last time he ignored his communicator, Bob commandeered a shuttle and tracked him down, nearly spooking his horse into bolting straight out from under him. While it's unlikely a shuttle could touch down in his quarters, he wouldn't put it past anyone to try and break down the door in the event of an emergency, so he reluctantly makes himself roll away from the body in his arms and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
The vid panel on his wall chimes at him again, pleasant and grating, and he curses. ] Fine, fine. I'm up, Jesus Christ.
[ He allows himself the indulgence of prolonging the kiss for a second or two more, leaning up into Loki's touch before sending him on his way with a playful swat to his backside.
As much as he doesn't want him to feel like he needs to hide himself away, it probably is for the best. Chris isn't quite ready to explain why there's someone in his bed right now, especially if that someone isn't actually part of the crew manifest and isn't technically supposed to be on board.
Climbing out of bed, he reaches for a robe to quickly pull over himself, before going to answer the call. ]
[ Loki spends fifteen minutes in the shower undoing all the deliciously filthy things done to him the night before, returning just as naked but spruced-up by comparison. He leans in the bedroom doorway, hand on a cocked hip as he listens for whether the call is over or not, tactfully waiting. ]
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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.
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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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He twists around to show off his ruddy complexion and lets a bitten lip fall free, rose-red and shining with his spit as his mouth hangs open, shuddering from the barely-controlled thrusts. ]
You can do it, I want it! Chris, yes, fuck me harder ...
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That is, until he makes the mistake of making eye-contact with Loki as he twists beneath him, his green eyes made impossibly brighter by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, his blood-red mouth the very picture of sin as it hangs open and shining, a hint of his pink tongue peeking out that makes Chris want to let out something embarrassingly close to a whine.
He's at the wrong angle to kiss, what with Loki being taller than him and facing the other way no matter how he contorts his spine, so Chris contents himself with just tucking his face into the back of his shoulder, panting against burning-hot skin as his rhythm falters and he feels himself topple over the edge with a dizzying abruptness that leaves him shaking and gasping and feeling like his spine has been yanked out through his toes. ]
Fuck, I... Loki —!
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He lowers himself to the bed after Chris is mostly done, easing him into a better position before either of them fall with ungainly, post-coital gracelessness; Loki can sympathise.
His breath doesn't want to be anything but fast and shallow. ]
I've got you, you feel so good. I've got you, dear.
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Panting like he's run a marathon, Chris slowly manages to convince his fingers to loosen their vice-like grip on the bed and Loki both, feeling like all his joints are audibly creaking as he adjusts himself on the bed so he's not completely crushing his lover as he tries to reel himself back into his body. Mostly what he manages to do is just nuzzle at Loki's shoulder, his lips slack and parted.
After what could be either a minute or an hour, he clears his throat. ]
Holy shit.
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That was fun.
[ For his part, Loki feels well-fucked and languid with it. He rests his arms over his head and stretches out, giving a yawn. His cock remains half-hard but he's happy to ignore it, luxuriating in the afterglow with a keen eye on Chris to soak up how exhausted he is. ]
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Chris isn't ashamed to admit he presses his face into the cool cotton of his pillow with a sigh, giving himself a moment while Loki stretches beside him.
Eventually, he reaches out to drop a clumsy hand on Loki's sternum, his fingertips idly stroking the edge of his ribs. ]
Missed you.
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Come here, I want to get my arms around you.
[ It's snuggle time and Loki is going to be the big spoon, not a hard chore by any stretch. ]
No need to miss me now.
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Loki's magic is truly a marvelous thing. ]
Remember when you said you were too full of pasta to have sex?
[ He laughs, shifting idly just to feel the twinge of his muscles, cataloging them one by one in the back of his mind. ]
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[ It's nice and open in Chris's quarters, Loki can stretch out a leg and still have room to settle in for a nuzzle into greying hair. ]
Feeling the burn, hmm? [ His hand skims from wrist to shoulder and back again on Chris, soothing. ] If you're down for it I'd like to repay the favour sometime.
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[ Settling himself comfortably against Loki's chest, his head nestled against his shoulder, Chris submits easily to being petted, letting himself enjoy the afterglow with the knowledge that there is nothing else demanding his time and nowhere else for him to be.
He might just fall asleep like this. ]
You can. [ He curls one leg over Loki's, his smooth skin feeling particularly cool and refreshing after all that exertion. ] Been a while, but. I like it.
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[ His chest shakes with quiet laughter and a wave of his hand brings the bedsheets over them, flipping from the edge. ]
Do you want to get some rest?
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I brought you here so you could rest.
[ All Chris wants to do right now is pass out. Unfortunately, when circumstances allow it, he's always been the type to drop off immediately after sex, the combination of physical activity and rush of pleasure making him feel sleepy and sated.
He likes to cuddle, but he also likes to nap. Unfortunately, he also knows he has to clean up. ]
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[ Clean-up can wait, he's in no hurry to scour all evidence of Chris from his body. He runs his fingers through Chris's hair, slow and methodical. ]
You deserve it.
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I should go see what they want.
[ He loves being a captain, he really does. But sometimes, the responsibility can be a heavy weight. It's one of the reasons he went to meet Loki in the first place. He just wanted a little time off, away from his duties. It had been safe. Loki was so far removed from the Enterprise, he knew he could set all his burdens down for a moment and it wouldn't matter.
Now, Loki and his burdens are sharing the same space. ]
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[ His lips skate over a forehead, nose nuzzling at a crown. The blankets creep up higher of seemingly their own accord as Loki wraps his arms around him. ]
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[ Loki makes a very good point, though. If it was really all that urgent, they'd call again. Or have Una page him. Or come bang on his door.
He doesn't want to pull away from this little cocoon of blankets and their slowly-cooling bodies, Loki's winter-green scent thoroughly entrenched in his senses once more. He's warm, and comfortable, and it's late.
The ship won't fall apart if he doesn't pick up his comm. Right? ]
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Down by the icy river Gjöll,
Wander far and to Garm come,
Pass her bark and skip her bite,
Ten days ride through day and night.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Bring your hunger.
O'er bright plains, 'thru dark woods,
Fly past mountains' crystal hoods,
There on a hill sits Asgard gold,
Home to heroes young and old.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Show your hunger.
Past pillars shining, ceilings yawning,
Horns that howl and strings a'soaring,
Here we rest in her finest hall,
Valhalla is safe and warm.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Sate your hunger.
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But listening to Loki sing, hearing his voice vibrate up through his chest, Chris is struck by the lilting accent that colors each syllable, just different enough to be noteworthy, to be unique.
Smiling, he presses a kiss to the skin beneath his lips and then lets himself be soothed by the song sung in his ear, slowly drifting off into sleep. ]
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Hey ... [ A kiss buffs Chris's cheek. ] Wake up, handsome, you have an incoming call.
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Letting himself sink back down, he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, only to have a different sound start up, one that prompts the fingers in his hair to tug. ]
Mmh. [ Frowning, he heaves a disgruntled sigh, but forces himself to blink his eyes open. ] Damn it.
[ The last time he ignored his communicator, Bob commandeered a shuttle and tracked him down, nearly spooking his horse into bolting straight out from under him. While it's unlikely a shuttle could touch down in his quarters, he wouldn't put it past anyone to try and break down the door in the event of an emergency, so he reluctantly makes himself roll away from the body in his arms and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
The vid panel on his wall chimes at him again, pleasant and grating, and he curses. ] Fine, fine. I'm up, Jesus Christ.
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I'll be in the sonic shower, hiding like a dirty secret.
[ With a wink, he heads out to give him some privacy. ]
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As much as he doesn't want him to feel like he needs to hide himself away, it probably is for the best. Chris isn't quite ready to explain why there's someone in his bed right now, especially if that someone isn't actually part of the crew manifest and isn't technically supposed to be on board.
Climbing out of bed, he reaches for a robe to quickly pull over himself, before going to answer the call. ]
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