[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
He just doesn't want to rush things, that's all. This is a treat, an unusual occurrence for him, he wants to savor it and allow himself to fully enjoy it. It's not every day he gets a pretty young thing to cook breakfast with and then to sink down onto their knees to eagerly service him before he has to go to work.
Loki's right, though: when Chris sees that tear well up and spill down his cheek, he immediately tries to reverse his hips, to pull back enough to let Loki catch his breath or get control of his apparently non-existent gag reflex. The hands curled around his thighs stop him from getting very far, even with his fingers gripping tight in Loki's hair, and he murmurs his name in a tone that's a mix of a reprimand and a question. Gentle fingers brush the evidence of that tear off his skin and then slip lower to trace those stretched-out lips. ]
[ Green eyes flicker open to stare up at Chris, giving him a wink. He pulls off to drag down a breath and smiles, pasting a lick over the tip of Chris's cock as he strokes him in a tight fist, guiding Chris to his lips. ]
I want you to be rougher with me as you take your pleasure. Show me how much you need me.
[ When Loki pulls himself off, Chris loosens the grip he has on his hair but doesn't take the hand he has on his face away. Instead, he uses it to cup Loki's jaw to tilt his head up a little higher, inching his hips back a little and keeping steady eye contact with those impossibly green eyes he's come to love so much, waiting until he knows he has all of Loki's attention before speaking. ]
You'll tell me if I hurt you? [ He waits for a response before continuing, his fist tightening in Loki's hair to hold him still just in case he gets any bright ideas about trying to answer non-verbally. ] I mean it.
[ Holding that eye-contact, when he replies his voice is raw with his throat's overuse. ]
I swear.
[ And just to make a show of what Chris can also think about on the bridge, Loki sticks his tongue out and it shapeshifts longer, licking all the way down that hard length from where Chris holds Loki still by his hair.
Creepy, maybe, but he feels Chris can overlook that in favour of getting his cock worshipped. ]
[ He's just about to nod approvingly or say something a little patronizing like good boy when Loki sticks out his tongue and then keeps sticking it out, the muscle growing impossibly longer so that he can lave his way down Chris's cock even as he keeps himself at a distance he foolishly thought was out of reach.
His life onboard the Enterprise has definitely taken a turn since yesterday morning. Maybe he'd make a bigger deal about it under normal circumstances, but right now he's so turned-on he doesn't think even the fox tail popping back into view would be enough to stop him, so he just blinks in surprise and shakes his head a little disbelievingly before deciding, once again, to just roll with it.
It's like the daddy thing. It's a little weird, sure, but it's also kind of nice, and it makes Loki happy, so what's the harm? ]
Open up.
[ He uses the thumb he has on Loki's chin to drag his mouth open so he can feed him his cock, sliding it along his tongue until the crown slips past his shiny red lips, and then he settles both hands in Loki's hair so he can guide him back down. If he wants Chris to be rougher, he'll try to be rougher. ]
[ If he wasn't busy pleasuring the man in front of him he would laugh at that astonished expression; it's beginning to be one of his favourites to inspire.
He lets Chris slides back in and hollows his cheeks as he swallows him down, watching him from under his lashes. Goading him silently ... mostly silently, there's no way Loki can hide the moans vibrating around the cock he's daydreaming of having back inside him in that wonderfully comfortable officer's bed. His neck goes slacker, permission for Chris to take what he needs. ]
[ Over the twenty or so years he's been sexually active, Chris has been trained — both by his partners and also just by his own overblown conscience — to be careful, not to thrust too hard or too deep, to keep himself restrained so that his partner gets almost as much out of the experience as he himself does.
But all the signs Loki's been giving him point to one thing and one thing only: he really does, actually, want Chris to fuck his face.
So, alright.
Gripping his hair, his fingers splayed around to the back of his head to cradle the bone, Chris relaxes the tight grip on himself he'd been maintaining, letting himself give in to the urge to pull Loki's mouth down as his hips thrust forward, repeating the action again and again until he's built a steady rhythm. ]
[ Steadying himself with a grip on Chris's thighs, Loki keeps his throat relaxed and takes the battering force of every thrust, moans cut off into whimpers each time the tempo slows a little only to pick back up. His nails dig into Chris's legs as Loki makes a wet slurping noise entirely indecent for anywhere but their little tryst behind closed doors, eyes watering behind lowered lashes as he tries to keep up and swallow at the right times, tilted backward by the looming pressure.
He's hard in his regulation pants and it's torture, the perfect kind, using that desire to block out everything but ChrisChrisChris and the hum of a ship not Loki's own. He merely belongs to her captain. ]
[ The sounds they're making are positively obscene. The squelching, the slurping, Loki's muffled moans, Chris's un-muffled grunts... As if the sight of Loki on his knees with his eyes watering and his lips stretched wide wasn't pornographic enough, the soundtrack they're providing would make even the most seasoned Orion pleasure-girl blush.
Chris can't help himself; he wants to drag this out forever, but he knows they're on a time crunch, and he's already so close to the edge that this little bit extra is really all it takes for his balls to draw up, tension coiling in his belly that tells him he's close. ]
Ah, I'm — close, baby, I'm gonna —!
[ Any chivalrous ideas he might have had about pulling back and letting Loki decide if he wants Chris to come in his mouth or somewhere else evaporates the moment his eyes lock with Loki's teary green eyes, the desire and acceptance and primal sort of satisfaction in them like a punch to the gut that has his hips jerking as his body tries its damndest to get as deep down Loki's throat as possible. ]
[ He pets the bare skin of thighs as Chris starts to lose himself and urges him closer, a brief glance up taking in the sight of desire unlacing the bonds of duty Chris lays upon himself. Loki's whine as he is dragged in muffles abruptly and he swallows in repeated bursts, the harsh burn of salty come down a frost giant's throat a worthwhile trade-off for being the one to get Chris to such a point.
He's beautiful.
Only once Chris is finished and his quaking hips finish their last needy buck does Loki pull off, resting his forehead against a bare hip. He closes his eyes, cheeks wet and lips swollen, as he catches his breath. ]
[ It feels like it takes forever for him to come back to himself, and when he finally feels like he can manage to draw an unfettered breath and his head is attached to his body, Loki has pulled himself away and nestled his face against Chris's hip, his breath a steady hot puff against his leg and his softening cock.
Stroking his hair with a trembling hand, Chris lets out a lusty huff of a sigh, grateful for the edge of the counter behind him to help him stay standing so he doesn't just slide to the floor. ]
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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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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. ]
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Chris, are you sure you don't want me to ... ?
[ His hand skims down a chest and hip, circling lower. ]
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[ 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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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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He just doesn't want to rush things, that's all. This is a treat, an unusual occurrence for him, he wants to savor it and allow himself to fully enjoy it. It's not every day he gets a pretty young thing to cook breakfast with and then to sink down onto their knees to eagerly service him before he has to go to work.
Loki's right, though: when Chris sees that tear well up and spill down his cheek, he immediately tries to reverse his hips, to pull back enough to let Loki catch his breath or get control of his apparently non-existent gag reflex. The hands curled around his thighs stop him from getting very far, even with his fingers gripping tight in Loki's hair, and he murmurs his name in a tone that's a mix of a reprimand and a question. Gentle fingers brush the evidence of that tear off his skin and then slip lower to trace those stretched-out lips. ]
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[ Green eyes flicker open to stare up at Chris, giving him a wink. He pulls off to drag down a breath and smiles, pasting a lick over the tip of Chris's cock as he strokes him in a tight fist, guiding Chris to his lips. ]
I want you to be rougher with me as you take your pleasure. Show me how much you need me.
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You'll tell me if I hurt you? [ He waits for a response before continuing, his fist tightening in Loki's hair to hold him still just in case he gets any bright ideas about trying to answer non-verbally. ] I mean it.
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I swear.
[ And just to make a show of what Chris can also think about on the bridge, Loki sticks his tongue out and it shapeshifts longer, licking all the way down that hard length from where Chris holds Loki still by his hair.
Creepy, maybe, but he feels Chris can overlook that in favour of getting his cock worshipped. ]
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His life onboard the Enterprise has definitely taken a turn since yesterday morning. Maybe he'd make a bigger deal about it under normal circumstances, but right now he's so turned-on he doesn't think even the fox tail popping back into view would be enough to stop him, so he just blinks in surprise and shakes his head a little disbelievingly before deciding, once again, to just roll with it.
It's like the daddy thing. It's a little weird, sure, but it's also kind of nice, and it makes Loki happy, so what's the harm? ]
Open up.
[ He uses the thumb he has on Loki's chin to drag his mouth open so he can feed him his cock, sliding it along his tongue until the crown slips past his shiny red lips, and then he settles both hands in Loki's hair so he can guide him back down. If he wants Chris to be rougher, he'll try to be rougher. ]
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He lets Chris slides back in and hollows his cheeks as he swallows him down, watching him from under his lashes. Goading him silently ... mostly silently, there's no way Loki can hide the moans vibrating around the cock he's daydreaming of having back inside him in that wonderfully comfortable officer's bed. His neck goes slacker, permission for Chris to take what he needs. ]
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But all the signs Loki's been giving him point to one thing and one thing only: he really does, actually, want Chris to fuck his face.
So, alright.
Gripping his hair, his fingers splayed around to the back of his head to cradle the bone, Chris relaxes the tight grip on himself he'd been maintaining, letting himself give in to the urge to pull Loki's mouth down as his hips thrust forward, repeating the action again and again until he's built a steady rhythm. ]
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He's hard in his regulation pants and it's torture, the perfect kind, using that desire to block out everything but ChrisChrisChris and the hum of a ship not Loki's own. He merely belongs to her captain. ]
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Chris can't help himself; he wants to drag this out forever, but he knows they're on a time crunch, and he's already so close to the edge that this little bit extra is really all it takes for his balls to draw up, tension coiling in his belly that tells him he's close. ]
Ah, I'm — close, baby, I'm gonna —!
[ Any chivalrous ideas he might have had about pulling back and letting Loki decide if he wants Chris to come in his mouth or somewhere else evaporates the moment his eyes lock with Loki's teary green eyes, the desire and acceptance and primal sort of satisfaction in them like a punch to the gut that has his hips jerking as his body tries its damndest to get as deep down Loki's throat as possible. ]
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He's beautiful.
Only once Chris is finished and his quaking hips finish their last needy buck does Loki pull off, resting his forehead against a bare hip. He closes his eyes, cheeks wet and lips swollen, as he catches his breath. ]
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Stroking his hair with a trembling hand, Chris lets out a lusty huff of a sigh, grateful for the edge of the counter behind him to help him stay standing so he doesn't just slide to the floor. ]
Loki.
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[ The beep of a communicator makes Loki groan and not in any lustful manner, lightly thumping his head against Chris's side. ]
I'm ... I can't be hard right now, not where people can see.
[ Yikes, his voice. Loki creakily gets to his feet, obviously hard and flustered. He pulls away and turns around, shaking out his hands. ]
I need to, uh ... oh, boy.
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