[ 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. ]
[ Loki runs her fingers up the back of Chris's head and into his hair as she leans forward, breasts pillowing on his golden uniform. ]
Hello yourself, love.
[ She may not be nine-feet tall like her sister Aldrif but Loki owns all the other traits of an Asgardian woman, heavy curves on a strong lean frame, the type to either fight or fuck a man to death. As she sways in to push him into more of a slump, she guides his cock to the slick heat radiating off her cunt and rubs him along her folds, watching his expression as her own flickers with pleasure. ]
We could have been doing this in that chair of yours, you know. Still could one day.
[ Chris has always firmly been of the belief that it's not so much the package that attracts him to someone but rather what's inside, and he's had boyfriends as well as girlfriends as well as in-between-friends ever since he got old enough to realize what a crush was and what he should do about it.
Despite his protestations to the contrary, Loki in her female form checks off every single one of his boxes: tall, dark haired, buxom, looks like she could murder him and enjoy every second of it...
He groans as she settles herself so his cock can slide along the folds of her cunt, slick and hot and only just barely catching before she slides away and back again. It's torture of the best kind, and he couldn't stop his hips from lifting beneath her, chasing that wet heat, even if he tried. ]
There is never, [ hang on, he has to focus, ] not a moment when there's someone on the bridge.
[ That doesn't seem to bother his cock at all, which is straining up against her, his fingers digging sharply into the soft give of her hips as he fights the urge to pull her closer, into place, to just rearrange them until he can slip inside her without even trying. ]
[ Already absently scheming for ways to get everyone off the bridge so that they get off on it, she takes pity in his straining hips and sits up to tilt his cock just so at the right angle. With a murmur of We'll figure out something Loki starts to sink down on him and as the feel of Chris back inside her travels up her spine in an electric rush she tosses her head back on a throaty groan, quickly gripping his shoulders. ]
Chris ... !
[ It's different to how he felt before, as a man taking him, but it's just as good when he splits her open and forces her to focus on nothing else in existence beyond his cock. Whereas she spilled precome on him as a man, this time she soaks the hard length with every flexing twitch of her walls around him, thighs squeezing as an extension. ]
[ Ever since Loki showed him her female form, Chris has had that image in the back of his head, the picture of her tall and statuesque, her ample curves and strong lines, the fall of her hair and the swell of her breasts all tailor-made to appeal to him... It would have been impossible for him not to think about her. But Loki had said he preferred his male form to the female one, so he had simply tried to put it out of his mind, preferring to focus on the partner he had in front of him, not the specter of any other forms that could or could not come to be.
Maybe it was just a whim for him to turn into her, but Chris is very appreciative for the opportunity to enjoy this too, and he doesn't stop himself from letting out a heartfelt groan as Loki angles herself just right to slide down onto his cock in one steady push.
He doesn't worry so much about hurting her, trusting her body and the slick it produces — plus the slick he'd smeared all along Chris's cock before — which means he can lend his entire focus to the enveloping heat of her body as she bottoms out and settles down, her hips flush against his, her cunt clenching tight around the full length of his cock buried inside her.
Chris says something, he has no idea what it was or if it was even coherent, and wraps both arms around her, crushing her close and smearing a messy kiss along her collarbones before lifting his chin enough for a proper kiss to those painted-red lips. Is she wearing makeup? Is that just what this form is like? He has no idea, and he doesn't really care all that much; he just wants to taste her tongue and breathe in the air from her lungs and lose himself entirely in her body. ]
[ It's all too easy to wrap her arms around his neck and lose herself in his kisses, the rigid heat of him making Loki moan when she starts moving in earnest and Chris rubs right up along that one magical spot that makes Loki see stars (and not the ones outside the window). She cries out and finds a good rhythm that barely keeps him from brushing up perfectly, allowing her to ride him to her heart's content. It isn't just the pleasure of their bodies she covets but the man himself, combing through his hair with a relieved, happy sigh. She never wants to leave him, idly considers staying aboard for months at a time just to climb on him in the middle of the day and help fuck his brains out. ]
A-Are we ... ? [ Loki lets her weight drop on his lap and keens with how deep his cock sits. ] A couple?
[ It's probably painfully cliche, but the juxtaposition of Loki's entirely nude form twined around him while he's completely dressed sans his flies being open does far more for him than Chris feels is appropriate; it's far too easy to imagine himself sitting in the chair, the wide-open viewscreen in front of him displaying the stars racing by or a new planet as yet to be explored or a cotton-candy nebula just brimming with scientific knowledge, all ignored in favor of the pale flesh pressed all along his front, Loki's knees pinched in close to his hips, her arms looped around his neck and her breasts crushed against his chest.
It'll never happen, obviously, the logistics of it absolutely impossible to coordinate, but the thought...
He plants his feet and rocks his hips up to meet her as she moves in his lap, her breath washing down his neck as she cries out her pleasure with every thrust. ]
Wha — [ He has to scramble to gather his wits, blinking stupidly up at her for a moment with his mouth hanging open as he moans, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass to help her grind herself against him every time her weight settles. ] Do you... want to be?
[ It comes out a squeak when he drags her in, arching her back to feel the soft brush of his uniform over her nipples, anything to help the stiff, sensitive buds from being neglected. A slow grind takes over with an occasional bounce just to feel him sink back in; Loki catches his eye after the third, lips parting on a gasp that curls her lip as she rocks down and he meets her, having braced his bootheels on the floor. So deep, so good, he was born to fill her up. ]
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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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Hello yourself, love.
[ She may not be nine-feet tall like her sister Aldrif but Loki owns all the other traits of an Asgardian woman, heavy curves on a strong lean frame, the type to either fight or fuck a man to death. As she sways in to push him into more of a slump, she guides his cock to the slick heat radiating off her cunt and rubs him along her folds, watching his expression as her own flickers with pleasure. ]
We could have been doing this in that chair of yours, you know. Still could one day.
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Despite his protestations to the contrary, Loki in her female form checks off every single one of his boxes: tall, dark haired, buxom, looks like she could murder him and enjoy every second of it...
He groans as she settles herself so his cock can slide along the folds of her cunt, slick and hot and only just barely catching before she slides away and back again. It's torture of the best kind, and he couldn't stop his hips from lifting beneath her, chasing that wet heat, even if he tried. ]
There is never, [ hang on, he has to focus, ] not a moment when there's someone on the bridge.
[ That doesn't seem to bother his cock at all, which is straining up against her, his fingers digging sharply into the soft give of her hips as he fights the urge to pull her closer, into place, to just rearrange them until he can slip inside her without even trying. ]
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Chris ... !
[ It's different to how he felt before, as a man taking him, but it's just as good when he splits her open and forces her to focus on nothing else in existence beyond his cock. Whereas she spilled precome on him as a man, this time she soaks the hard length with every flexing twitch of her walls around him, thighs squeezing as an extension. ]
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Maybe it was just a whim for him to turn into her, but Chris is very appreciative for the opportunity to enjoy this too, and he doesn't stop himself from letting out a heartfelt groan as Loki angles herself just right to slide down onto his cock in one steady push.
He doesn't worry so much about hurting her, trusting her body and the slick it produces — plus the slick he'd smeared all along Chris's cock before — which means he can lend his entire focus to the enveloping heat of her body as she bottoms out and settles down, her hips flush against his, her cunt clenching tight around the full length of his cock buried inside her.
Chris says something, he has no idea what it was or if it was even coherent, and wraps both arms around her, crushing her close and smearing a messy kiss along her collarbones before lifting his chin enough for a proper kiss to those painted-red lips. Is she wearing makeup? Is that just what this form is like? He has no idea, and he doesn't really care all that much; he just wants to taste her tongue and breathe in the air from her lungs and lose himself entirely in her body. ]
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A-Are we ... ? [ Loki lets her weight drop on his lap and keens with how deep his cock sits. ] A couple?
[ Perfect timing for this talk. ]
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It'll never happen, obviously, the logistics of it absolutely impossible to coordinate, but the thought...
He plants his feet and rocks his hips up to meet her as she moves in his lap, her breath washing down his neck as she cries out her pleasure with every thrust. ]
Wha — [ He has to scramble to gather his wits, blinking stupidly up at her for a moment with his mouth hanging open as he moans, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass to help her grind herself against him every time her weight settles. ] Do you... want to be?
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[ It comes out a squeak when he drags her in, arching her back to feel the soft brush of his uniform over her nipples, anything to help the stiff, sensitive buds from being neglected. A slow grind takes over with an occasional bounce just to feel him sink back in; Loki catches his eye after the third, lips parting on a gasp that curls her lip as she rocks down and he meets her, having braced his bootheels on the floor. So deep, so good, he was born to fill her up. ]
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