[ 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. ]
[ Chris is pretty sure he's never going to get tired of watching Loki climb into his lap, no matter how often it happens.
Spreading his legs obligingly, he hooks his hands behind Loki's knees to help tug him a little bit closer, then lets himself get a little distracted petting along those smooth hairless thighs. ]
You take care of me plenty. Thank you for dinner, by the way.
Mm, it seems I can't stop wanting to do nice things for you.
[ That hard cock is taken into Loki's soft palm where the lube he conjures does so with a whisper against Chris's lips, letting him experience the slick appearing in real-time. Loki arches an innocent brow. ]
Oops, you got me all wet.
[ For the time being he languishes on Chris's lap and kisses him at his leisure, green eyes glittering down whenever he tests out a squeeze. ]
[ His crew might complain about their bug stews, but the salmon Loki made was delicious. As were the apologetic mashed potatoes.
The lube materializing in Loki's palm as it's wrapped around his cock is definitely a strange sensation, just jarring enough that Chris can't help making a little noise in the back of his throat, though he does manage to suppress a shiver. Mostly.
It helps that he's distracted by kissing the naked young man sprawled across his lap. ]
Pretty sure you got me all wet there, sweet thing.
[ He's making an effort not to swallow back all the responses Loki's touch is eliciting; it's instinct, even after all this time, to try and hold himself back, and he can't quite come to terms with the understanding that he doesn't have to. He's trying, though, squeezing Loki's thighs absently like a cat kneading a blanket as he watches him through half-lidded eyes. ]
[ Loki is raptly invested in Chris learning how to take his pleasure without shame, kissing down his neck to graze his teeth over a pulse and the rise of a shoulder. It's an addiction, the way Chris tastes on his tongue, although he couldn't put words to the deep satisfaction if he tried and it translates instead to the flick of a wrist ensuring the cock in his hand is always being stimulated just a little differently to before. Chris gives so much to Loki, making him feel safe and loved, and Loki wants to give him a universe in return as the noises he drags out of him fill up his ribcage with emotions.
A universe may be out of the question but he can give him more of himself than any regular one-night-stand might get. ]
Oh, does that seem unfair?
[ Kissing Chris to cut off his view, Loki's centre of gravity shifts every so slightly and when it does she leans back with a smile, naked in her female form (definitely not leaving Chris the only one wet on the couch, so to speak). She grins, smoky eyes glittering and red lips shining as though painted, voice a lighter timbre. ]
[ It's already comfortingly familiar to have Loki's head nestled under his chin, that sharp little mouth pressed to his skin — which isn't to say it's so familiar it's boring: Chris's happy little sighs and bitten-off hums should bear witness to that — as his clever fingers twist and stroke along Chris's cock.
Does he feel ridiculous sitting there with his cock out, otherwise fully dressed?
Maybe a little bit. He doesn't even have his sleeves pushed up, completely buttoned-up in his full uniform except for that one glaring detail.
It's not like he's focusing on that, though, more than happy to give his full attention to the weight of Loki in his lap, his hand on his cock, and his lips stealing drugging kisses with such dogged determination that it takes Chris a bit too long to realize that something's changed.
Blinking up at the woman in his lap, Chris can't help the wondering sound that wells up in his throat. ]
Oh. Hello.
[ He runs his hands admiringly up those long legs, feeling the subtle changes beneath the skin, squeezing her rounder hips and using that grip to tug her a little closer. ]
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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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Spreading his legs obligingly, he hooks his hands behind Loki's knees to help tug him a little bit closer, then lets himself get a little distracted petting along those smooth hairless thighs. ]
You take care of me plenty. Thank you for dinner, by the way.
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[ That hard cock is taken into Loki's soft palm where the lube he conjures does so with a whisper against Chris's lips, letting him experience the slick appearing in real-time. Loki arches an innocent brow. ]
Oops, you got me all wet.
[ For the time being he languishes on Chris's lap and kisses him at his leisure, green eyes glittering down whenever he tests out a squeeze. ]
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[ His crew might complain about their bug stews, but the salmon Loki made was delicious. As were the apologetic mashed potatoes.
The lube materializing in Loki's palm as it's wrapped around his cock is definitely a strange sensation, just jarring enough that Chris can't help making a little noise in the back of his throat, though he does manage to suppress a shiver. Mostly.
It helps that he's distracted by kissing the naked young man sprawled across his lap. ]
Pretty sure you got me all wet there, sweet thing.
[ He's making an effort not to swallow back all the responses Loki's touch is eliciting; it's instinct, even after all this time, to try and hold himself back, and he can't quite come to terms with the understanding that he doesn't have to. He's trying, though, squeezing Loki's thighs absently like a cat kneading a blanket as he watches him through half-lidded eyes. ]
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A universe may be out of the question but he can give him more of himself than any regular one-night-stand might get. ]
Oh, does that seem unfair?
[ Kissing Chris to cut off his view, Loki's centre of gravity shifts every so slightly and when it does she leans back with a smile, naked in her female form (definitely not leaving Chris the only one wet on the couch, so to speak). She grins, smoky eyes glittering and red lips shining as though painted, voice a lighter timbre. ]
We can't have that.
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Does he feel ridiculous sitting there with his cock out, otherwise fully dressed?
Maybe a little bit. He doesn't even have his sleeves pushed up, completely buttoned-up in his full uniform except for that one glaring detail.
It's not like he's focusing on that, though, more than happy to give his full attention to the weight of Loki in his lap, his hand on his cock, and his lips stealing drugging kisses with such dogged determination that it takes Chris a bit too long to realize that something's changed.
Blinking up at the woman in his lap, Chris can't help the wondering sound that wells up in his throat. ]
Oh. Hello.
[ He runs his hands admiringly up those long legs, feeling the subtle changes beneath the skin, squeezing her rounder hips and using that grip to tug her a little closer. ]
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