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Oh, good.

[ 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.

[ He grew up on a ranch, he can't help it!

...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. ]

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I'll keep that in mind for later, then.

[ 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?

Hmm?

[ 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.

I can work with that.

[ 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. ]

[ In reality, Chris has just over half an hour before his shift truly stars, but he likes being early most days, so he always errs on the side of caution.

Maybe today he'll just be right on time.

Leaning back against his counter, he loops his arms casually around Loki's body and tilts his chin slightly, happy to kiss and be kissed in the small liminal snatch of time between his personal and professional lives. Once he puts on his golden tunic and steps onto the bridge, he's Captain Pike and there he can't enjoy this sort of easy, if a little unusually-clad, affection. ]

[ He could pull Chris back to bed and spend a whole day getting to know his body, it would be worth the panic it caused among the crew. To Loki, anyway. ]

Chris, are you sure you don't want me to ... ?

[ His hand skims down a chest and hip, circling lower. ]

Not with those teeth I don't.

[ He's quite content to kiss Loki with his mouth full of sharp teeth, apparently, but he does draw the line somewhere.

Chuckling, he lifts a hand and smooths some of Loki's hair out of his face, realizing as he's doing it that he can't tuck it behind his ear when he's got fox ears on and laughing again. No wonder it keeps falling into his eyes. ]

You really want to?

Of course I do.

[ Tonguing at his teeth, he runs a hand up over his face and through his hair to wipe the ears out of existence and back to normal, same as his gnashers. Alas, the tail vanishes too, and Loki is back to what passes for his usual looks. ]

Better?

[ He grins to show off his less than fanged smile. ]

Alright, then.

[ Like it's some kind of hardship to have Loki sweetly requesting to suck his cock like he'd be doing him a favor.

Tugging him closer so he can steal one more languid kiss now that the fangs are gone and that tail isn't a distracting flicker in his peripheral vision, Chris lets himself give Loki one last squeeze before giving him a gentle little push back so he has enough room to undo his pants. ]

On your knees again, sweet thing.

Yes, sir.

[ The way he perks up when granted permission would be comical if he wasn't kissing it from Chris's lips, humming happily and dropping to his knees in one fluid motion. He pushes up that black vest to mouth messily over a navel, quick fingers unzipping pants and yanking down underwear. Without fanfare or hesitation, the cool, wet line he traces with his tongue slithers to the tip of Chris's cock where he takes him in and sucks with plush pink lips, curling a steadying fist around the base as Loki bobs his head to get them started. Twenty-ish minutes? Doable.

It's second-breakfast, that's all. ]

[ Such eagerness to please is met with an approving hum as Chris gives Loki the room he needs to work, his cock already plumping up from anticipation as his flies are unzipped and everything pushed down just far enough for clever fingers to access what they're looking for.

The chilly temperature of Loki's tongue isn't a surprise, considering Chris just had it in his mouth, but it still hits different below the belt, and he shivers a little at first contact, though he relaxes into the sensation quickly as Loki takes the head of his cock into his mouth and sucks with purpose.

Sighing happily, he lets his head fall back for a moment before he forces himself to look back down, not wanting to miss a minute of the show as he winks his fingers into Loki's silky dark hair and rides out the bobbing of his head. ]

[ The breadth of diversity in his exes could be called extreme, but none of them (horse or man or fire-demon) could deny that Loki gives less than his best when it comes to pleasuring a lover. His focus is wholly on Chris, just like last night, and he searches out all the little erogenous zones along one big one (hah) with the flick of his tongue, tracing under the flare of a cockhead and rubbing across the slit, the cushioning pressure he provides rubbing inch by inch to get to the base before he tightens his throat and drags his lips back up. He wants to know what Chris loves, not only likes on the baseline all men could admit. His pride in his own sexual prowess demands no less.

While he doesn't have to breathe he opts to leave the illusion of it, panting around moans that muffle themselves in a bid to bring Chris to full hardness, past the point of being able to walk anywhere even if they are interrupted. The gentle way Loki's soft palm works Chris's balls is a counterpoint to Loki's industrious mouth, intent on reassuring Chris exactly how much he enjoys sucking his cock. ]

[ Chris could never be called a reticent man, though he has developed that surface-level stoicism that most command positions require in an organization like Starfleet, but that doesn't mean he's particularly effusive either. His reactions are subtle, muted, overlaid with a heavy sort of affection that leaves him staring down at Loki with half-lidded eyes as his fingers rub abstract patterns through his hair.

Those fingers are a pretty good indication of when he's enjoying something particularly well, though, tightening and loosening in turns, twitching against Loki's scalp and giving aborted little tugs that are quickly suppressed.

It's rude to pull on someone's hair without full permission, after all, and things haven't reached that fever pitch just yet.

Chris is rather enjoying this slow and steady coda to his slow and steady morning, he doesn't want to rush through it all and miss anything important. ]

[ Loki relaxes and falls into a rhythm, closing his eyes. He covers one of Chris's hands on his head to show him he can grip tighter, giving him a little shake that inadvertently pushes Chris deeper down Loki's throat where the cold gives way to sticky heat.

A groan that could be a gag if he had a reflex for it ripples around the tip, smearing precome across Loki's palette and making him wince, but he keeps his grip on Chris's hand to let him know he likes it. ]

[ He can't help himself; when Loki accidentally pushes himself just that little bit farther, the head of his cock sliding deep enough that Loki feels compelled to groan around it, Chris grunts deep in his chest and twitches his hips forward.

Rubbing his fingers apologetically through his hair, Chris murmurs something nonsensical that even he can't keep track of and tries to ease himself back to give Loki more breathing room, though he gives that impulse up quickly enough when Loki makes it clear he doesn't mind even if he did wince. Deciding to trust what it is he's been told, Chris lets himself relax into the rhythm Loki's been setting, using the grip he has in his hair to assist the inexorable rock back and forth of his hips, watching avidly as his cock disappears past those sweet lips. ]

[ If Chris wants to be late, Loki is down to make it happen. Chris insists he has to go to work but takes his time with the way he fucks Loki's mouth which says a lot about his priorities, something that endears Loki into ignoring the ache in his knees all the longer. As much as he can go as slow as Chris wants and does enjoy it, all the cold Jotun blood in him turns molten with hard heat rolling back and forth down his throat and he pauses to swallow, lips spread around the root. He blinks dazedly, a tear slipping down his cheek to smear over Chris's skin, adding to Loki's spit.

But he knows Chris, at least a little now, and he curls his grip around each thigh so as to stop him pulling Loki off. ]

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