[ Syrup! Perfect. He drizzles it over the whole stack then cuts a big forkful and offers it to Chris, hooking his fingers into his waistband to reel him in. ]
I'll look just like this, no fear. I want you to think about your cock down my throat the second you see me.
[ Chris doesn't react to that bit of food immediately, his eyes catching on Loki's and lingering for a long, charged moment before he leans closer and opens his mouth, deliberately not breaking eye contact the entire time. ]
I think you underestimate how much I think about that anyway, sweet thing.
[ Holding that eye-contact, his smile turns sultry with a glance at Chris's lips ...
And the fork swerves back to himself so he can steal the mouthful. he muffles a laugh around it, turning his back to Chris to shield the pancakes, a blush in his cheeks. ]
[ Not terribly put out by being denied a bite of pancake, considering how many more of them there are, Chris laughs when Loki twists out of the way, his "You started it!" lost in the commotion as he reaches in to slip his fingers beneath the hem of that flour-dusted blue tunic so he can scrabble his fingers against Loki's sides in a chastising tickle.
The coffee machine beeps at him so he steps aside, the lure of caffeine too strong to ignore even when the opportunity to play-tussle with his lover is set before him.
After coffee.
Chris drinks his black, but if Loki wants to doctor his, he's welcome to, as evidenced by the fact that Chris brings a little jug of milk out with him when he carries two slightly less-than-pristine Starfleet Academy mugs over to the counter with him held together in one hand. ]
[ How dare you, he giggles as he squirms to "escape", reprieved by coffee saving the day before Chris can find out all too well exactly how ticklish Loki is. He dutifully finds another fork and slides the pancakes between them, then sets to putting sugar and milk in his coffee (he misses NY so much at that very moment).
It's a companionable, comfortable breakfast, with Loki lounging on Chris as they eat and stealing kisses around their meal. He tries his very best to back him against the countertop once the pancakes are gone, hands roaming under his black vest to feel their way back to a happy-trail. Kisses trail across Chris's jaw and down his neck, slow and sensual ... ]
[ Drinking coffee out of chipped mugs he's had half his life and sharing pancakes cooked together is a startlingly domestic morning that Chris honestly had not anticipated this time the day before, but he definitely can't lie and say he doesn't enjoy it.
By the time they've finished the pancakes and the bacon both, he's starting to feel fully human again, clean and fed and caffeinated, and it shouldn't surprise him when Loki pins his hips back against the counter but somehow it does. ]
Loki... [ Mildly chastising as his voice may be, he doesn't make any effort to stop Loki from getting his hands under his shirt or dragging his lips down his throat, just skims his palms over his shoulders and down his back in a slow caress, his chin lifting a little. ] What am I going to do with you?
[ He drops to his knees outside the purview of those hands (mostly, his hair is fair game for how nice Chris's fingers feel in it) and pushes up that shirt to get his mouth on warm abs, licking a line south as far as he can. Kneading up and down Chris's thighs, Loki rests his cheek over the soft line of his cock and makes a show of giving him a nuzzle, kisses rubbing at him open-mouthed. ]
[ It's just as well Loki likes how it feels to have Chris play with his hair, because that's exactly where his hands go when he sinks to his knees, his fingers carding through those inky-black strands gently as he finger-combs it out of his face. ]
I can't. [ He sighs, continuing to pet Loki slowly, trailing his fingers over his hairline and scratching his nails through his hair, his hips shifting slightly into the nuzzles that are being bestowed upon his groin as his cock makes a valiant effort to plumpen up. ] I don't get to take days off.
[ Loki grumbles something about hating starships, nosing his way up to rest his chin on a navel and pout blink up at Chris. His arms encircle Chris's hips as if to hold him in place with his loose embrace, enjoying the petting to his hair, and it occurs to him there's nowhere else on the ship Loki wants to be but on his knees for Chris. ]
[ Continuing to pet Loki even as he pouts up at him, Chris gives him a rueful smile. ]
I'm afraid not, sweet thing.
[ Perhaps one day if he puts himself down for some time off, he can take the whole day to waste time trading kisses and touches, but as things stand, he has to set an example for his crew.
Cupping one pale cheek in his palm, he brushes his thumb over that wicked mouth, clearly considering doing just what he said he wouldn't do. ]
[ How can he make himself memorable until then? Oh, he knows the rote denial of I'm always thinking of you! is super sweet, but this is a war against time and Loki wants to make an impression. ]
You said you like horses. How do you feel about foxes?
[ He's such a farmboy, his Chris. Loki was mildly worried for a moment there he would get a complaint, but! Everything is fine. Totally fine.
Maybe.
He pushes his hair into Chris's hand and it suddenly feels a lot thicker, bushier, and cinnamon-red? Tall, pointy ears shapeshift from the sides of his head to sit higher in his hair and the way he wriggles his ass has a lot to do with the bump pushing out from under the hem of his shirt in a rush: a thick, long tail that wags against the clean white floor.
An all-over anthropomorphic look might not have had the right effect but Loki is hedging all kinds of bets about his lover's kinks. ]
Whenever your mind wanders, remember what you're coming home to tonight.
...And then, once he got enough money to buy his own property, he went and bought another ranch. Shut up. You stick with what you're comfortable with, alright, stop ragging on him for being a hick.
To say he stares in confusion as Loki's hair morphs from jet-black to cinnamon would be an understatement. It's not so much the ears and tail that confuses him, the Caitians have been a member of the Federation for years, and he even has a few serving on board in a few different positions, but the easy transition from fully-human (human-looking, at least) Loki to... a Loki with a fox tail swishing behind him, is, well, jarring.
The fur (hair?) around his ears is very soft, though, and even as Chris boggles down at him, his fingers don't stop stroking along the delicate edges. ]
Loki, what. [ Sliding his hands down a little so he can cup his lover's jaw, he tilts his head up and examines him, as if looking for whiskers. ] Can you change all the way? Can you just do foxes? What about other animals? Baby, I have so many questions.
[ He rises to steal a peck on the lips, ears twitching this way and that to pick up the sounds on the ship before they flatten for Chris to pet and the black fur on top hides them against his hair. His tail snaps back and forth, a bushy worm writhing in excitement, pleased with Chris's reaction. ]
Something to think about on that boring bridge, isn't it?
[ No whiskers, no claws or sharp teeth. Loki lets Chris investigate as he pleases. ]
My helm has the shape of a fox's head on it, this is the animal I've always been as others come and go. I didn't think you would like a snout of fangs right up against your dick, though.
[ Watching those ears move is fascinating. Chris doesn't have really any up close and personal experience with foxes, so he couldn't tell you one way way the other what they were really like or what their fur felt like, but he's definitely impressed with Loki's transformation.
He can't help using his thumb to push up Loki's top lip though, checking his teeth. ]
No, I don't think I would.
[ He has so many questions but they don't really have the time to go through then all right now. As much as he would like to, Chris doesn't let himself voice them, deciding that Loki was right, he knew he'd be thinking about this all shift on the bridge, he could use that time to ponder just what to ask first when he returned to his quarters. That Loki would either be waiting for him or would meet him here seems a foregone conclusion; he doesn't even consider another possibility.
He can't help himself: one hand drops to Loki's backside to touch that writing tail, curious fingers shifting through the thick fur gently. ]
[ His trousers have adjusted to allow the tail through, the base of it connected to Loki's spine where fur sprouts from smooth skin. The swish makes Loki's hips move in time and he curls his new appendage up around Chris's side in a large swathe of plush softness, rusty and white. ]
You should come to the science labs and investigate me.
[ Smoothing his hand up over that tail as it curls around him, Chris lifts his eyebrows incredulously. ]
I'm not a scientist, remember?
[ Except in all the ways that he technically is. He did a rotation through the sciences department, same as everyone else, he took all the requisite courses he needed to in order to graduate, and he's spent his career serving on ships that made scientific exploration one of their top priorities.
He still considers himself a soldier first. ]
Besides. [ He slips his arms around Loki's waist and tugs him flush up against his chest. ] Weren't you the one lamenting my dastardly plan to get you under a microscope?
[ Loki treats him since Chris is being so sweet and when he smiles his teeth get sharper, in full view. Not too much, just to fill out his greedy grin. ]
I suppose I wouldn't mind as much if it involved getting up-close-and-personal with you instead of a random scientist.
[ Chris better hold onto that tail as it wags again, fuzzy ears pinned to Loki's head as he begs a kiss. ]
[ The teeth sharpening should probably be alarming, but somehow they seem to fit perfectly in Loki's clever mouth, adding just enough of a glint of danger to an otherwise sweet smile that Chris can't help being intrigued.
He's always been a bit reckless, a bit too prone to throw himself headfirst into danger, and it would seem hitting forty wasn't enough to stop him.
He lets himself be coaxed into a kiss, careful and chaste at first before he gives in to temptation and lets his tongue touch the tip of those sharp teeth curiously.
He has to pull away with a laugh when that tail flings itself out of his grip, lashing about energetically behind Loki's back. ]
[ He doesn't notice his tail's doings until Chris points it out and then he curses under his breath. His tail curls between his legs to hide and his ears swerve up to attention, focused on keeping it down. ]
I should get rid of these before we have to go to work ...
[ Now, that wasn't what he meant to have happen at all! ]
Aw, sweetheart.
[ He smooths his hand down Loki's back soothingly, down to where his tail starts so he can ruffle his fingers through that plush fur in an apologetic caress. He didn't mean to make Loki feel self-conscious about it, it's just cute! And a useful little tell as to his emotional state, not that Chris was really all that in the dark about it to begin with. ]
Yeah, I think your coworkers might have something to say about it if you don't.
[ Sweetheart makes his tail wag all over again, pleased with the touch and attention. ]
When do you usually leave to start the day? [ Those sharper teeth nip at Chris's neck, lips following to soften the lovebite. ] How long do I have you for?
[ Glancing over Loki's shoulder at the chronometer on the wall, Chris hums, continuing to let his fingers play through the fur of Loki's tail as it starts its wagging back up again. ]
About twenty minutes. [ He should clean up from breakfast and then he has to finish getting ready, but for some reason, the prospect of doing dishes and styling his hair doesn't seem quite as appealing as continuing to stand here and letting Loki mouth at his neck does. ] Maybe twenty-five.
[ Cleaning up sure is for chumps, as is leaving to go to a very real, very adult job. Loki cups Chris's cheek as his mouth travels back to steal kisses, deep and slow to the beating of hearts while his other hand makes the most of their time to ruin Chris's hair. Predictable, but reliable. Casually making out before the captain's shift should be mandatory, he decides, smiling.
His tail slows its wags but keeps going, pendulous as his attention is taken up by soaking up as much of his lover as possible. ]
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I'll look just like this, no fear. I want you to think about your cock down my throat the second you see me.
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I think you underestimate how much I think about that anyway, sweet thing.
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And the fork swerves back to himself so he can steal the mouthful. he muffles a laugh around it, turning his back to Chris to shield the pancakes, a blush in his cheeks. ]
Dirty talk over breakfast is now banned!
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The coffee machine beeps at him so he steps aside, the lure of caffeine too strong to ignore even when the opportunity to play-tussle with his lover is set before him.
After coffee.
Chris drinks his black, but if Loki wants to doctor his, he's welcome to, as evidenced by the fact that Chris brings a little jug of milk out with him when he carries two slightly less-than-pristine Starfleet Academy mugs over to the counter with him held together in one hand. ]
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It's a companionable, comfortable breakfast, with Loki lounging on Chris as they eat and stealing kisses around their meal. He tries his very best to back him against the countertop once the pancakes are gone, hands roaming under his black vest to feel their way back to a happy-trail. Kisses trail across Chris's jaw and down his neck, slow and sensual ... ]
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By the time they've finished the pancakes and the bacon both, he's starting to feel fully human again, clean and fed and caffeinated, and it shouldn't surprise him when Loki pins his hips back against the counter but somehow it does. ]
Loki... [ Mildly chastising as his voice may be, he doesn't make any effort to stop Loki from getting his hands under his shirt or dragging his lips down his throat, just skims his palms over his shoulders and down his back in a slow caress, his chin lifting a little. ] What am I going to do with you?
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[ He drops to his knees outside the purview of those hands (mostly, his hair is fair game for how nice Chris's fingers feel in it) and pushes up that shirt to get his mouth on warm abs, licking a line south as far as he can. Kneading up and down Chris's thighs, Loki rests his cheek over the soft line of his cock and makes a show of giving him a nuzzle, kisses rubbing at him open-mouthed. ]
Take the day off?
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I can't. [ He sighs, continuing to pet Loki slowly, trailing his fingers over his hairline and scratching his nails through his hair, his hips shifting slightly into the nuzzles that are being bestowed upon his groin as his cock makes a valiant effort to plumpen up. ] I don't get to take days off.
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poutblink up at Chris. His arms encircle Chris's hips as if to hold him in place with his loose embrace, enjoying the petting to his hair, and it occurs to him there's nowhere else on the ship Loki wants to be but on his knees for Chris. ]Not even for me?
[ An utter brat. ]
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I'm afraid not, sweet thing.
[ Perhaps one day if he puts himself down for some time off, he can take the whole day to waste time trading kisses and touches, but as things stand, he has to set an example for his crew.
Cupping one pale cheek in his palm, he brushes his thumb over that wicked mouth, clearly considering doing just what he said he wouldn't do. ]
I'll be off by 16:00 this evening.
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[ How can he make himself memorable until then? Oh, he knows the rote denial of I'm always thinking of you! is super sweet, but this is a war against time and Loki wants to make an impression. ]
You said you like horses. How do you feel about foxes?
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[ Twirling one of the longer pieces of Loki's hair around his finger, Chris arches his eyebrow down at him and smiles, a little bemused. ]
Considering I've never kept chickens, I don't have much of an opinion, I think. They're cute? Clever, too, or so I've heard.
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[ He's such a farmboy, his Chris. Loki was mildly worried for a moment there he would get a complaint, but! Everything is fine. Totally fine.
Maybe.
He pushes his hair into Chris's hand and it suddenly feels a lot thicker, bushier, and cinnamon-red? Tall, pointy ears shapeshift from the sides of his head to sit higher in his hair and the way he wriggles his ass has a lot to do with the bump pushing out from under the hem of his shirt in a rush: a thick, long tail that wags against the clean white floor.
An all-over anthropomorphic look might not have had the right effect but Loki is hedging all kinds of bets about his lover's kinks. ]
Whenever your mind wanders, remember what you're coming home to tonight.
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...And then, once he got enough money to buy his own property, he went and bought another ranch. Shut up. You stick with what you're comfortable with, alright, stop ragging on him for being a hick.
To say he stares in confusion as Loki's hair morphs from jet-black to cinnamon would be an understatement. It's not so much the ears and tail that confuses him, the Caitians have been a member of the Federation for years, and he even has a few serving on board in a few different positions, but the easy transition from fully-human (human-looking, at least) Loki to... a Loki with a fox tail swishing behind him, is, well, jarring.
The fur (hair?) around his ears is very soft, though, and even as Chris boggles down at him, his fingers don't stop stroking along the delicate edges. ]
Loki, what. [ Sliding his hands down a little so he can cup his lover's jaw, he tilts his head up and examines him, as if looking for whiskers. ] Can you change all the way? Can you just do foxes? What about other animals? Baby, I have so many questions.
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Something to think about on that boring bridge, isn't it?
[ No whiskers, no claws or sharp teeth. Loki lets Chris investigate as he pleases. ]
My helm has the shape of a fox's head on it, this is the animal I've always been as others come and go. I didn't think you would like a snout of fangs right up against your dick, though.
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He can't help using his thumb to push up Loki's top lip though, checking his teeth. ]
No, I don't think I would.
[ He has so many questions but they don't really have the time to go through then all right now. As much as he would like to, Chris doesn't let himself voice them, deciding that Loki was right, he knew he'd be thinking about this all shift on the bridge, he could use that time to ponder just what to ask first when he returned to his quarters. That Loki would either be waiting for him or would meet him here seems a foregone conclusion; he doesn't even consider another possibility.
He can't help himself: one hand drops to Loki's backside to touch that writing tail, curious fingers shifting through the thick fur gently. ]
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You should come to the science labs and investigate me.
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I'm not a scientist, remember?
[ Except in all the ways that he technically is. He did a rotation through the sciences department, same as everyone else, he took all the requisite courses he needed to in order to graduate, and he's spent his career serving on ships that made scientific exploration one of their top priorities.
He still considers himself a soldier first. ]
Besides. [ He slips his arms around Loki's waist and tugs him flush up against his chest. ] Weren't you the one lamenting my dastardly plan to get you under a microscope?
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I suppose I wouldn't mind as much if it involved getting up-close-and-personal with you instead of a random scientist.
[ Chris better hold onto that tail as it wags again, fuzzy ears pinned to Loki's head as he begs a kiss. ]
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[ The teeth sharpening should probably be alarming, but somehow they seem to fit perfectly in Loki's clever mouth, adding just enough of a glint of danger to an otherwise sweet smile that Chris can't help being intrigued.
He's always been a bit reckless, a bit too prone to throw himself headfirst into danger, and it would seem hitting forty wasn't enough to stop him.
He lets himself be coaxed into a kiss, careful and chaste at first before he gives in to temptation and lets his tongue touch the tip of those sharp teeth curiously.
He has to pull away with a laugh when that tail flings itself out of his grip, lashing about energetically behind Loki's back. ]
Pleased with yourself, are you?
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[ He doesn't notice his tail's doings until Chris points it out and then he curses under his breath. His tail curls between his legs to hide and his ears swerve up to attention, focused on keeping it down. ]
I should get rid of these before we have to go to work ...
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Aw, sweetheart.
[ He smooths his hand down Loki's back soothingly, down to where his tail starts so he can ruffle his fingers through that plush fur in an apologetic caress. He didn't mean to make Loki feel self-conscious about it, it's just cute! And a useful little tell as to his emotional state, not that Chris was really all that in the dark about it to begin with. ]
Yeah, I think your coworkers might have something to say about it if you don't.
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When do you usually leave to start the day? [ Those sharper teeth nip at Chris's neck, lips following to soften the lovebite. ] How long do I have you for?
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About twenty minutes. [ He should clean up from breakfast and then he has to finish getting ready, but for some reason, the prospect of doing dishes and styling his hair doesn't seem quite as appealing as continuing to stand here and letting Loki mouth at his neck does. ] Maybe twenty-five.
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[ Cleaning up sure is for chumps, as is leaving to go to a very real, very adult job. Loki cups Chris's cheek as his mouth travels back to steal kisses, deep and slow to the beating of hearts while his other hand makes the most of their time to ruin Chris's hair. Predictable, but reliable. Casually making out before the captain's shift should be mandatory, he decides, smiling.
His tail slows its wags but keeps going, pendulous as his attention is taken up by soaking up as much of his lover as possible. ]
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