[ Idly spearing the last grilled vegetable on his plate, Chris makes a big show of lifting his fork and nibbling on the food caught on its tines before leaning back in his chair. ]
Unfortunately, it turns out I can only whisper the truth, so if you want to hear any more...
[ He pats his thigh again, lifting his eyebrows. ]
[ Loki brings his drink with him as he slides off his seat and sprawls up against him, leaning there with mutiny in his affectionate wriggling as he gets comfortable. ]
[ Hiding his triumphant smile against the thin skin under Loki's ear, Chris hums his satisfaction and loops one arm around Loki's middle to help steady him as he settles himself in Chris's lap. ]
That shark got opposable thumbs I don't know about?
[ Because Chris sure has some, as he so aptly demonstrates by smoothing his hand up Loki's front in a slow, proprietary caress, letting his hand settle on on his chest so he can brush his thumb over his nipple so slowly and absently it could almost be imagined as a mistake.
[ Opening his mouth to reply, whatever he wants to say dies into a squeak as he shivers under the caress; twitches away, ticklish, and brings his arm down in front of himself with his wine in tow to block Chris doing that again.
The red of the alcohol stains his cheeks, in its own way. ]
[ Out of deference for the fact that Loki is currently drinking and Chris doesn't really want to deal with red wine stains everywhere, he keeps his hands mostly o himself while Loki guzzles what's left in his glass, but the moment the level has decreased sufficiently, he's back at it.
Nuzzling a trail of kisses along Loki's throat, he slides his hands down his sides to start to ruck up his shirt a little, searching for that cool, smooth skin. ]
[ Sparing one hand to make sure the glass gets pushed far enough away that only the most determined flailing could threaten its structural integrity, Chris reverses the path of his kisses, adding in a hint of teeth this time as he sucks and nibbles his way up to Loki's ear. ]
Do what, sweet thing? [ Slip his fingers under his shirt, at first just touching, then petting, then scrabbling gently, probably. ] Admire how lovely you are?
Uhh, I, ah, [ he arches forward in a bid to get closer to every part of Chris, sliding his arms around his neck as he decides to trust him, and he absently hates the way his dick throbs in his jeans, ] sure.
Wait, what?
[ The couch would be a better location but he can't stop his hips from rocking down on Chris's, a groan caught in his throat. The teeth scraping his neck has Loki melting, trying to straddle a thigh. ]
[ Chris widens his stance both to steady himself and to make it harder for Loki to find purchase with those squirming hips of his, and he latches on to the tender skin beneath his jaw where his pulse thrums to suck a determined mark there as his hands continue to skate over Loki's skin beneath his shirt. ]
You. [ Another nip. ] Are so. [ He pinches a nipple between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. ] Pretty.
You know what the prettiest thing of all about you is?
[ Rude, annoying, that's what he thinks of Chris making Loki stay where he is, poured over him between both those spread legs. All he can do to relieve the pressure of a rapidly hardening erection is grind against him, raking his nails down the back of Chris's collar to stretch out the gold.
The heavy breathing warps into a thready whine when his nipple shoots with a little pain and he covers Chris's hand to stop that, unsure if he can handle another of those pinches. He tries to flatten Chris's palm to encourage him to be nicer, gentler. Loki said he was a prince, neglecting to add on princess. ]
[ Letting his hand be guided, Chris rubs gently at the nipple he pinched in silent apology, soft at first and then with a little more purpose.
The shirt he's wearing is annoying and in the way, but luckily, Chris already has his hands underneath it, so it's just a little more tugging and pushing before he can get it off and fling it aside, baring Loki's slim torso and giving Chris a lot more room to touch. ]
The noises you make for me.
[ Pulling him closer, he urges Loki a little higher in his lap, enough so that it's just a little stretch for Chris to duck his head down and press his mouth to Loki's nipple, flicking his tongue over it. ]
[ The breathy laugh Loki gives is lost as he lifts his arms to let himself be undressed, cocking a hip as Chris explores with his wonderfully wet-hot mouth. Loki tips his head back and runs his hands up through Chris's hair to rake his nails down to a neck again, hips working over him without a shred of embarrassment. Chris is intent on getting Loki hard and it's working, not even the wine's fault (entirely).
He bites his lip to try and hold in all the little pleading noises that catch in his throat. ]
Couch, want you on the couch ...
[ Winding a finger in the gold shirt he rocks against Chris more urgently and decides he can tease right back. The room swims and Chris is his only anchor, a beautiful antithesis to the way he dresses.
Loki licks his lips; his turn to talk dirty. ]
Take your cock out and fuck me stupid, Chris, stay in these clothes. You look good, I wanted you on the bridge ...
[ Whatever irritation, faked or otherwise, Loki might have felt at Chris tugging on his strings seems to have well and truly been forgotten in favor of throwing himself enthusiastically into the swing of things, considering how eagerly he ruts his clothed erection against Chris's belly as he busies himself nipping and sucking a trail of strawberry-shaped bruises across Loki's chest.
Latching on to his other nipple, Chris sucks hard as he flicks his eyes up to watch Loki's face, wanting him swollen and tender but also completely unable to ignore the way he looks when he talks like that. ]
Yeah? [ His lips brush Loki's chest as he speaks, his strong fingers pressing against his lower back to keep him in position. ] You wanted to climb in my lap in front of everyone? Show my whole bridge what a good boy you can be for your daddy?
[ The shudders coursing through Loki have him clinging, squeaking when his second nipple is bitten pink and aching. With Chris holding him there, bare chest a smorgasbord for anyone's mouth, Loki feels a shiver trickle down his spine.
He looks down and pouts, squirming as best he can to get some pressure over his hard-on, pushed past the point of pretending he doesn't love belonging to him. ]
[ He gives his chest one last little nip before lifting his head up to sip a kiss from Loki's lips, tasting the wine still clinging to the corner of his mouth. ]
I want you to get yourself off on me. No hands. Just you, and me, and if you're good and do as you're told, then I'll take you to the couch and fuck you properly.
[ A ghost of tipsy scorn slips in but it doesn't stop Loki unbuttoning his flies with a flick of magic from his nose. Smirking lopsidedly, he sinks down to kiss Chris slowly and savour the heat of his tongue, showing him how he wants to be fucked in slow, long pulls that curl over his lips in lazy licks. ]
You want me badly, I know you do.
[ A bare navel rucks his jeans off a hip by rubbing against Chris, Loki working the sway of his body in sinuous rolls to try and get his cock free. All he really manages to do is work himself into more of a fluster, a crack in his rusty voice. ]
[ He should have known better, not being precise enough.
He lets his hands smooth up and down Loki's back as he shifts above him, his hips rocking in a slow and steady roll that has Chris wanting to squirm himself, his cock thick between his thighs and starting to demand attention, but thankfully not yet loud enough to distract him from the sight that Loki presents as he works himself against Chris's stomach. ]
Of course I want you, pretty baby. I want you all to myself.
I could ride you hard, you know. [ Arms winding around Chris's neck, Loki draws in close and speaks in between kisses that smear the truth of what he says across lovely lips. ] You could just sit there, Daddy, and I'd give it to you better than you've ever had it, let you feel it every time I fucked myself full of your cock. My lazy, lovely captain ...
[ He noses his way across a cheek, Silvertongue in full gear and smiling. ]
Let me help you fuck out all that tension, Chris. I bet you'd get so deep I'd scream for it, feeling you buried in my guts like that. You can do what you want, Daddy. Why wait?
[ He's gotta give it to him: Loki is a master wordsmith. If Chris wasn't so stubborn, if he hadn't already made up his mind as to how he wants this to go, he'd be more than happy to give in to those suggestions, to get his hands beneath Loki's thighs and push up out of his chair, to carry him over to the couch and throw them both down on it so he could make Loki make good on his promises.
However, despite the fact that his cock twitches in his pants at the image, he doesn't let himself relent. ]
Maybe I like the waiting. Maybe I like to savor the... [ he trails his fingers down Loki's back, neatly-trimmed nails scoring gentle lines down his skin. ] ...anticipation.
[ He slides his hands down over Loki's ass, kneading the muscle through his jeans for a moment, before giving him a little swat. ]
[ Not getting his own way and knowing he won't turns his sultry expression into a furious pout but does nothing to stop him finding the rise of Chris's erection with a grind and rubbing his over it, fingers lacing behind Chris's head as Loki gives in and obeys that swat.
He tosses hair out of his eyes, closing them and tipping his chin up as he starts getting off by using Chris as instructed. Loki's lips part on a moan as he finds an insistent rhythm, the only thought in his head Right there as his soaked and aching cockhead rubs firmly over the blunt, clothed tip of Chris's. ]
[ Chris hasn't come in his pants since he was a teenager and he'd get hard when the wind changed direction, and he certainly doesn't intend to relive that experience right now, but he can't deny that Loki doesn't present a very, very tempting image regardless.
With his head thrown back and his throat bared, it's very easy to watch the flush rise up to the surface, pink splotches that have nothing to do with Chris's mouth making themselves known under that pale, creamy skin.
He swats Loki's ass again, a little harder this time. ]
[ It's not that he doubts he can get off like this, it's just so galling. Feeling like it's a force of Chris's will over his makes Loki's paranoia collapse and he accepts that leadership easily, as though they were on a battlefield.
Rhythm stuttering with the smack to his ass, he cracks open his eyes and looks down, black hair caging his dilated gaze. He bites his lip for effect while he has Chris staring and lets it fall free, parted on a low whimper as a result of the constant drag of their cocks. ]
Daddy, please.
[ Kisses nuzzle in, begging permission, and he traces his fingers down Chris's features. ]
You want to make your baby come in his pants, don't you? You like to watch.
[ If he didn't suspect Loki got off on the indignity of it almost as much as the actual physical sensation, he wouldn't be pushing so hard. But if Loki likes it when Chris is firm with him, if he likes being denied what he asks for with one breath and then indulged with the other, Chris will happily oblige. ]
That's exactly what I want.
[ He squeezes Loki's ass with the hand he had used to spank him, digging his fingers in firmly before letting them slip between his cheeks so he can press and rub firmly through his jeans, finding the seam that holds each panel of denim together and pressing it up against his body.
The other hand slides up to his front again, thumb rolling over his nipple, firm but hopefully not too firm. He doesn't want to distract his baby with too much pain, after all. Not when the end goal is pleasure. ]
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Unfortunately, it turns out I can only whisper the truth, so if you want to hear any more...
[ He pats his thigh again, lifting his eyebrows. ]
You'll have to come closer.
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[ Loki brings his drink with him as he slides off his seat and sprawls up against him, leaning there with mutiny in his affectionate wriggling as he gets comfortable. ]
I'm going to tell that shark I accept.
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That shark got opposable thumbs I don't know about?
[ Because Chris sure has some, as he so aptly demonstrates by smoothing his hand up Loki's front in a slow, proprietary caress, letting his hand settle on on his chest so he can brush his thumb over his nipple so slowly and absently it could almost be imagined as a mistake.
He takes another sip of his wine. ]
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The red of the alcohol stains his cheeks, in its own way. ]
You behave.
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Sweetheart. [ Low and terribly amused, his voice rumbles up from somewhere in his chest. ] Are you ticklish?
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You shut your — that's mine!
[ Lifting his glass out of reach he tries to neck it in one go. No one can steal his wine if it's in his belly! ]
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Nuzzling a trail of kisses along Loki's throat, he slides his hands down his sides to start to ruck up his shirt a little, searching for that cool, smooth skin. ]
You are, aren't you?
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Don't do this to meee.
[ Attack, red alert!! ]
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Do what, sweet thing? [ Slip his fingers under his shirt, at first just touching, then petting, then scrabbling gently, probably. ] Admire how lovely you are?
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Wait, what?
[ The couch would be a better location but he can't stop his hips from rocking down on Chris's, a groan caught in his throat. The teeth scraping his neck has Loki melting, trying to straddle a thigh. ]
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You. [ Another nip. ] Are so. [ He pinches a nipple between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. ] Pretty.
You know what the prettiest thing of all about you is?
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The heavy breathing warps into a thready whine when his nipple shoots with a little pain and he covers Chris's hand to stop that, unsure if he can handle another of those pinches. He tries to flatten Chris's palm to encourage him to be nicer, gentler. Loki said he was a prince, neglecting to add on princess. ]
What?
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The shirt he's wearing is annoying and in the way, but luckily, Chris already has his hands underneath it, so it's just a little more tugging and pushing before he can get it off and fling it aside, baring Loki's slim torso and giving Chris a lot more room to touch. ]
The noises you make for me.
[ Pulling him closer, he urges Loki a little higher in his lap, enough so that it's just a little stretch for Chris to duck his head down and press his mouth to Loki's nipple, flicking his tongue over it. ]
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He bites his lip to try and hold in all the little pleading noises that catch in his throat. ]
Couch, want you on the couch ...
[ Winding a finger in the gold shirt he rocks against Chris more urgently and decides he can tease right back. The room swims and Chris is his only anchor, a beautiful antithesis to the way he dresses.
Loki licks his lips; his turn to talk dirty. ]
Take your cock out and fuck me stupid, Chris, stay in these clothes. You look good, I wanted you on the bridge ...
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Latching on to his other nipple, Chris sucks hard as he flicks his eyes up to watch Loki's face, wanting him swollen and tender but also completely unable to ignore the way he looks when he talks like that. ]
Yeah? [ His lips brush Loki's chest as he speaks, his strong fingers pressing against his lower back to keep him in position. ] You wanted to climb in my lap in front of everyone? Show my whole bridge what a good boy you can be for your daddy?
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He looks down and pouts, squirming as best he can to get some pressure over his hard-on, pushed past the point of pretending he doesn't love belonging to him. ]
Yes, Daddy.
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[ He gives his chest one last little nip before lifting his head up to sip a kiss from Loki's lips, tasting the wine still clinging to the corner of his mouth. ]
I want you to get yourself off on me. No hands. Just you, and me, and if you're good and do as you're told, then I'll take you to the couch and fuck you properly.
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[ A ghost of tipsy scorn slips in but it doesn't stop Loki unbuttoning his flies with a flick of magic from his nose. Smirking lopsidedly, he sinks down to kiss Chris slowly and savour the heat of his tongue, showing him how he wants to be fucked in slow, long pulls that curl over his lips in lazy licks. ]
You want me badly, I know you do.
[ A bare navel rucks his jeans off a hip by rubbing against Chris, Loki working the sway of his body in sinuous rolls to try and get his cock free. All he really manages to do is work himself into more of a fluster, a crack in his rusty voice. ]
You want them all to see how I'm yours.
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[ He should have known better, not being precise enough.
He lets his hands smooth up and down Loki's back as he shifts above him, his hips rocking in a slow and steady roll that has Chris wanting to squirm himself, his cock thick between his thighs and starting to demand attention, but thankfully not yet loud enough to distract him from the sight that Loki presents as he works himself against Chris's stomach. ]
Of course I want you, pretty baby. I want you all to myself.
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[ He noses his way across a cheek, Silvertongue in full gear and smiling. ]
Let me help you fuck out all that tension, Chris. I bet you'd get so deep I'd scream for it, feeling you buried in my guts like that. You can do what you want, Daddy. Why wait?
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However, despite the fact that his cock twitches in his pants at the image, he doesn't let himself relent. ]
Maybe I like the waiting. Maybe I like to savor the... [ he trails his fingers down Loki's back, neatly-trimmed nails scoring gentle lines down his skin. ] ...anticipation.
[ He slides his hands down over Loki's ass, kneading the muscle through his jeans for a moment, before giving him a little swat. ]
Go on. Get to work.
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He tosses hair out of his eyes, closing them and tipping his chin up as he starts getting off by using Chris as instructed. Loki's lips part on a moan as he finds an insistent rhythm, the only thought in his head Right there as his soaked and aching cockhead rubs firmly over the blunt, clothed tip of Chris's. ]
— Oh! Ohh, yes, Chris ...
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With his head thrown back and his throat bared, it's very easy to watch the flush rise up to the surface, pink splotches that have nothing to do with Chris's mouth making themselves known under that pale, creamy skin.
He swats Loki's ass again, a little harder this time. ]
That's not my name.
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[ It's not that he doubts he can get off like this, it's just so galling. Feeling like it's a force of Chris's will over his makes Loki's paranoia collapse and he accepts that leadership easily, as though they were on a battlefield.
Rhythm stuttering with the smack to his ass, he cracks open his eyes and looks down, black hair caging his dilated gaze. He bites his lip for effect while he has Chris staring and lets it fall free, parted on a low whimper as a result of the constant drag of their cocks. ]
Daddy, please.
[ Kisses nuzzle in, begging permission, and he traces his fingers down Chris's features. ]
You want to make your baby come in his pants, don't you? You like to watch.
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That's exactly what I want.
[ He squeezes Loki's ass with the hand he had used to spank him, digging his fingers in firmly before letting them slip between his cheeks so he can press and rub firmly through his jeans, finding the seam that holds each panel of denim together and pressing it up against his body.
The other hand slides up to his front again, thumb rolling over his nipple, firm but hopefully not too firm. He doesn't want to distract his baby with too much pain, after all. Not when the end goal is pleasure. ]
And I love watching you.
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