[ 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. ]
[ Preening as he arches into every petting touch, he shoots him an innocent look and goes boneless (haha) against him all at once, close and intimate. The hands on his ass and chest have him steady as hel and make it easy to flick his hips as though somehow set apart. ]
You don't want me to take up any other offers then ... ? From other people?
[ Growling, only partially for show, he stretches up and bites a kiss against Loki's smirking mouth, licking past his teeth like he's making a point as he squeezes his ass hard. ]
No. You're mine, Loki. [ They have not had this conversation, but... At this stage it kind of seems like a moot point. He did tell that shark he was dating someone, after all. ] My god. My prince. My sweet baby boy.
[ It was meant as a joke but the effect it has contains the backlash of Loki feeling possessive too, having tried his best not to be. He rocks his hips faster and whines when kissed, hands framing Chris's face as Loki's breathing hitches high. ]
Mine too! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! [ He gasps and bucks wildly, dick riding the hidden line of Chris's as Loki comes. He manages to get some slurred words out, pouring them into Chris's mouth. ] My captain! My boy! My Daddy, ohgodsI'mcomingI'mcoming —!
[ Chris's trapped cock throbs in sympathy as Loki bucks in his lap, the muscles of his ass clenching beneath Chris's hand as his hips jerk unsteadily, his normally beautiful and lithe body made ungraceful and clumsy with pleasure in a way that has Chris's mouth falling open as he watches him fall apart. ]
That's it, there's my good boy.
[ He slides both arms around that heaving chest to hug Loki close, uncaring of the mess between them, the urge to touch overriding everything else as he pets down the span of his back and kisses him again. ]
[ Loki goes limp in Chris's arms as the afterglow radiates through every nerve and bone in his body, nuzzling where he falls. His kisses are sleepy and open-mouthed, lazy with affection as he answers all the loving attention Chris bestows. ]
[ It's not often Chris gets to enjoy the feel of a pretty young thing draped over his lap, limp and warm and sated, and he's planning on savoring every second of it. ]
Gotta make sure you remember me fondly.
[ Maybe they are dating — they really should talk about this — but Chris isn't going to live forever. Even if they don't fizzle out or break up or whatever, in about a decade if not sooner he's going to leave Loki's life. All Chris has ever wanted was to make a difference. In Starfleet, here... The details might be different, but the principle is the same. ]
[ Well, he certainly hopes Loki isn't planning on going anywhere, considering Chris is still hard in his uniform pants, but he didn't want to say anything.
Chuckling, he lifts a hand to help smooth Loki's hair back, tucking the longer pieces behind his ear and finger-combing the rest back as best he can. ]
Have a quiet day without any bears terrorizing my crew, maybe?
[ Loki bumps a nose with his own and rises, collecting Chris's hands as he goes. His jeans ride low on his thighs and he ambles backward toward the couch, largely naked and unashamed of still being half-hard. ]
Come here and show me everything a shark couldn't do without apposable thumbs.
[ Letting himself be pulled up from his seat, Chris follows Loki as he shuffles backwards through the living area of his quarters, his pants gaping open at his hips and his chest mottled with mouth-shaped bruises, the flush on his cheeks only just starting to fade, the very picture of beautiful, tempting sin.
Sitting down and tugging Loki into the spread vee of his legs, he looks up at him with a little grin and tangles his fingers in the dark denim still stubbornly clinging to Loki's legs. ]
Well, this, to start.
[ He yanks those jeans down, pulling them away until Loki can step out of them, leaving him standing fully naked in front of Chris like a present. ]
[ Those jeans are kicked high and far to the other side of the lounge as he laughs, sinking his knees either side of Chris's hips and falling with the bounce of the couch until he can steady himself. He settles in happily and palms his way to the front of Chris's regulation issue pants, flicking open their fastening as he looks him in the eye. ]
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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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You don't want me to take up any other offers then ... ? From other people?
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No. You're mine, Loki. [ They have not had this conversation, but... At this stage it kind of seems like a moot point. He did tell that shark he was dating someone, after all. ] My god. My prince. My sweet baby boy.
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Mine too! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! [ He gasps and bucks wildly, dick riding the hidden line of Chris's as Loki comes. He manages to get some slurred words out, pouring them into Chris's mouth. ] My captain! My boy! My Daddy, ohgodsI'mcomingI'mcoming —!
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That's it, there's my good boy.
[ He slides both arms around that heaving chest to hug Loki close, uncaring of the mess between them, the urge to touch overriding everything else as he pets down the span of his back and kisses him again. ]
Well done, darling.
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Gonna wear me out.
[ Not that he's complaining. ]
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Gotta make sure you remember me fondly.
[ Maybe they are dating — they really should talk about this — but Chris isn't going to live forever. Even if they don't fizzle out or break up or whatever, in about a decade if not sooner he's going to leave Loki's life. All Chris has ever wanted was to make a difference. In Starfleet, here... The details might be different, but the principle is the same. ]
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[ He lifts his head groggily, pushing hair out of his eyes as he plants a steadier kiss on those wry lips, sliding a hand up Chris's neck. ]
And I won't leave you alone for long between visits, I promise. Whatever would you do without me?
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Chuckling, he lifts a hand to help smooth Loki's hair back, tucking the longer pieces behind his ear and finger-combing the rest back as best he can. ]
Have a quiet day without any bears terrorizing my crew, maybe?
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[ Loki bumps a nose with his own and rises, collecting Chris's hands as he goes. His jeans ride low on his thighs and he ambles backward toward the couch, largely naked and unashamed of still being half-hard. ]
Come here and show me everything a shark couldn't do without apposable thumbs.
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Sitting down and tugging Loki into the spread vee of his legs, he looks up at him with a little grin and tangles his fingers in the dark denim still stubbornly clinging to Loki's legs. ]
Well, this, to start.
[ He yanks those jeans down, pulling them away until Loki can step out of them, leaving him standing fully naked in front of Chris like a present. ]
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Finally, I get to take care of you for a change.
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