[ One of his hands lifts to cup the back of Chris's head as soft lips send tickles down Loki's neck, encouraging him to stay there with a pet. ]
Why? [ Saving the coding so far, he turns his head to seek out a chaste kiss of his own, savouring the easy trade of affection. ] Afraid you'll miss me if I leave and never come back?
[ After having gotten used to this back and forth, to having this affection within reach again after so long without it, the idea of losing it is pretty damn scary, yeah. Especially if Loki never comes back. Chris has so few years left to enjoy, he doesn't want to waste them. ]
[ Expression falling as Chris morosely agrees, Loki bumps his forehead with his own, noses aligned. The devices slip off his legs as he turns enough to cup Chris's cheek and make a little world between them, all soft touches and the kind of intimacy sex might have encouraged but could not have built, not without the very real feelings they share. ]
I may be a flighty, unreliable sort, but I care very much for you and I will return, Chris. Kærr, why do you fret so?
[ Luckily, if only for the mood of this evening and not for anything else, Chris is excellent at compartmentalization, and the moment he realizes he's been a little too melancholy and Loki has picked up on it, he brushes those thoughts aside and locks them back where they belong, deep in the recesses of his mind. He can worry about his mortality another time. ]
Maybe I'm just the fretting type. [ He turns his cheek into Loki's palm, brushing his lips against the meat of his thumb. ] You learn to plan for contingencies in this line of work. Or at least try to prepare for them as much as possible.
Are you sure that's all, and that you don't doubt me?
[ He asks gently, thumb skimming the apple of that cheek (little bit of stubble growing by now, he likes it). Loki wouldn't blame Chris if he didn't believe him; God of Lies, etc. It would hurt to be doubted but not a ground-breaking surprise. He knows what he is. ]
[ Chris doesn't say that he doesn't know him well enough to doubt him, because for all that they've only spent a few days together cumulatively, he feels pretty confident that he does know Loki well. This Loki, at least. His Loki.
Chris has always prided himself on being a good judge of character, able to empathize with others and see their point of view, capable of understanding them in ways others might struggle with. In Loki he sees someone desperate for approval, for trust, for care and affection, all things Chris is more than happy to dole out in spades. Loki blooms under Chris's attention like a hothouse flower given the specific requirements it needs after months languishing in a darkened corner. ]
[ It would be a phenomenally bad idea to fall in love with someone from another universe. It happens all the time, of course, he can't count the amount of superheroes back home who have fallen through the cracks of their own dimensions and who skip to others to lead two lives (Spider-Gwen certainly gets around) yet there's a sneaking suspicion in his gut that he would hate to be without Chris for long. The distance would be too great, after a while.
He doesn't want this to be ruined before it has even begun. ]
Alright. [ But he does think he loves him, or is starting to. So, what the fuck is a god to do? ] Alright, then. I believe you.
[ He settles back with him, curled more to face Chris this time as Loki brings his knees up and ignores the padds glowing off to the side. Chris's thigh gets a light thwap. ]
You're going to take me back to wherever it is on Earth that you keep hundreds of horses and make me pancakes before we go riding. Maybe not right now but eventually. We're going to spend some time together that isn't on a dust-ridden planet or inside a flying tin can, lovely though it is. We will be fine.
[ At least his sincerity seems to reassure Loki, whose face smooths away that little frown that was starting to form and instead creases into what Chris has learned is a pleased little expression that means he's trying to suppress a bigger smile.
Curling up in his lap once more, twisted so that they're more perpendicular than before, Loki snuggles in close and Chris folds his arms around him so that they're nice and cozy and comfortable, murmuring quietly to each other in his half-lit room. ]
Good.
[ Huffing when Loki whacks him on the leg, he feigns exasperation all while failing to hide an amused smile. ]
I don't keep hundreds of horses anywhere, thank you. I have two horses, a perfectly reasonable number. And they're in Montana right now, at my house. My neighbors run a proper ranch, they come by to look after them and make sure the house is kept in good repair. Mine's really just a hobbyist sort of set-up, I don't take any of it seriously. Hard to, when I'm this far out for so long.
[ Loki howls with laughter, rolling onto his back to hold his sides. He kicks at the bed with his heels, giggles taking over so it's funnier because it's funny, and he's lost wheezing as he flops his way back toward Chris. ]
[ Watching in bemusement as Loki seems to wind himself higher and higher, giggling at the force of his own giggles, Chris patiently waits until he tires himself out before reaching out and ruffling those dark strands. ]
[ If anyone's doing any kicking out, it should be Chris. He's obviously not going to, though, considering he lets Loki crawl back into his arms without any protect at all, leaning in to kiss that still-giggling mouth. ]
I want Tango and I'll damn well have him, you'll see.
[ Beaming, he returns the kiss and winds his arms around Chris for the sheer pleasure of holding him. He gives him a forceful push to get him horizontal, looming over him to steal more, slower kisses as he runs a caress under the back of that sweater. ]
[ He lets himself be shoved, collapsing back on the bed a little diagonal, his hands sliding up Loki's sides as he leans over him and kisses him slowly. ]
Behavior like this is going to mean you don't get to ride anyone, young man.
If that were true, [ Chris's wrists are gathered up gently, unobtrusively, up until Loki pins them above Chris's head and slings a leg across his hips, ] you wouldn't have made that cute little noise when I pushed you around earlier.
[ Does he look like he remembers the very specific moment Chris was manhandled on the couch? He does, and smug about it too. ]
[ Loki's not quite as sneaky as he likes to think he is, and this move is a little bit less distracting when there isn't an ample bosom in Chris's face, but he still makes a similar noise when his hands are pressed down to the bed and Loki straddles him, his body making a serious consideration of reacting again, despite the fact that it's only been about an hour since he came and he's feeling his age.
He flexes his fingers, testing out the strength of the grip on his wrists, and grins. No point being ashamed of something Loki seems to have enjoyed just as much as Chris did. ]
[ Loki cocks his head, pushing down harder to make it so that Chris is effectively being held down by an immovable mountain in Loki's grip. Not crushing, just ... firm. Beyond that of the mortal strength possessed to escape.
He lies down on top of him, cheerfully kissing along a jaw. ]
[ He's always known Loki wasn't human, so he couldn't expect a human's strength from him. But to feel that inhuman grip around his wrists...
Some people might panic. Chris, conversely, groans and squirms a little, letting himself really feel it before sinking back into the bed, for all intents and purposes resigned to his captivity. ]
[ With a thoughtful glance that takes in the willingness of spirit Chris exhibits, Loki jumps through some mental hoops and decides it's worth giving him more of what he wants. It won't tire or embarrass him, is his bet.
Holding down both of Chris's wrists with one hand he slips the other under that sweater to spread all over a navel, black nails scratching up lightly through dark curls that lead beneath Chris's pants, back and forth from waistband to abs as Loki stares down at the sight of him helpless. ]
Would you like that, Chris? Being held down and moved around, taken care of completely? I would love to have you on your knees for me, you deserve to have your legs spread and to be spoiled.
[ Even though the fog of simmering arousal that's creeping over him from the way his hands are being pinned in just one hand while the other slips under his sweater, Chris can recognize that calculating look in Loki's eye and it has him raising his eyebrows as the muscles in his stomach clench in response to that ticklish touch dragging across them. ]
Just what's going on in that clever mind of yours, hm?
[ He raises his brows by way of an answer, walking his fingers up to a nipple where he gets revenge by pinching. Not being a monster, his thumb rolls around the bud to soothe any pain. ]
How long has it been since you let a man take you?
[ Chris keeps complaining he's an old man but the way Loki's gaze drags slowly over every inch of him will hopefully go a long way to convincing him he's still very, very desirable from other ... angles. ]
[ Chris's nipples have never been too particularly sensitive, but he still grunts when Loki pinches one, a little zing of pain shooting through him and lighting him up for a moment before it get smoothed away with a gentle rub.
They've mentioned this once or twice, Chris even offered it that first night they spent together — well, it was mid-afternoon, but whatever — but he hadn't been lying then when he said it had been a while. Most of Chris's partners in the past tended to veer towards the female end of the spectrum, and a fair few of the others have preferred it to be Chris doing the taking.
He lets his legs splay open a little and watches Loki watch him. ]
[ Loki looks satisfied with the answer, settling on his knees so that roaming hand can pet its way down over Chris's thighs yet in no hurry to slip between those spreading legs. Nails rake through soft fabric as Loki continues to work that simmering heat, not wanting to push too far too soon. It's nice to watch Chris writhing, not a hardship. ]
I should think that would take a great deal of trust on your part, allowing all your authority to be stripped bare.
[ If Chris wants him to stop then Loki will, not before. His palm runs underneath a waistband to brush lightly along the base of a soft cock as he slips his nails down the inside of a second thigh, never quite exposing Chris in the process but his focus never shifts from that steady gaze and he pushes boundaries, scratching at soft skin where thigh meets hip. It's all heavy petting, except for where it might most be wanted. ]
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Why? [ Saving the coding so far, he turns his head to seek out a chaste kiss of his own, savouring the easy trade of affection. ] Afraid you'll miss me if I leave and never come back?
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[ After having gotten used to this back and forth, to having this affection within reach again after so long without it, the idea of losing it is pretty damn scary, yeah. Especially if Loki never comes back. Chris has so few years left to enjoy, he doesn't want to waste them. ]
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I may be a flighty, unreliable sort, but I care very much for you and I will return, Chris. Kærr, why do you fret so?
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Maybe I'm just the fretting type. [ He turns his cheek into Loki's palm, brushing his lips against the meat of his thumb. ] You learn to plan for contingencies in this line of work. Or at least try to prepare for them as much as possible.
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[ He asks gently, thumb skimming the apple of that cheek (little bit of stubble growing by now, he likes it). Loki wouldn't blame Chris if he didn't believe him; God of Lies, etc. It would hurt to be doubted but not a ground-breaking surprise. He knows what he is. ]
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[ Chris doesn't say that he doesn't know him well enough to doubt him, because for all that they've only spent a few days together cumulatively, he feels pretty confident that he does know Loki well. This Loki, at least. His Loki.
Chris has always prided himself on being a good judge of character, able to empathize with others and see their point of view, capable of understanding them in ways others might struggle with. In Loki he sees someone desperate for approval, for trust, for care and affection, all things Chris is more than happy to dole out in spades. Loki blooms under Chris's attention like a hothouse flower given the specific requirements it needs after months languishing in a darkened corner. ]
I don't doubt you.
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He doesn't want this to be ruined before it has even begun. ]
Alright. [ But he does think he loves him, or is starting to. So, what the fuck is a god to do? ] Alright, then. I believe you.
[ He settles back with him, curled more to face Chris this time as Loki brings his knees up and ignores the padds glowing off to the side. Chris's thigh gets a light thwap. ]
You're going to take me back to wherever it is on Earth that you keep hundreds of horses and make me pancakes before we go riding. Maybe not right now but eventually. We're going to spend some time together that isn't on a dust-ridden planet or inside a flying tin can, lovely though it is. We will be fine.
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Curling up in his lap once more, twisted so that they're more perpendicular than before, Loki snuggles in close and Chris folds his arms around him so that they're nice and cozy and comfortable, murmuring quietly to each other in his half-lit room. ]
Good.
[ Huffing when Loki whacks him on the leg, he feigns exasperation all while failing to hide an amused smile. ]
I don't keep hundreds of horses anywhere, thank you. I have two horses, a perfectly reasonable number. And they're in Montana right now, at my house. My neighbors run a proper ranch, they come by to look after them and make sure the house is kept in good repair. Mine's really just a hobbyist sort of set-up, I don't take any of it seriously. Hard to, when I'm this far out for so long.
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[ That's far too funny, lolling away in faux-escape as he laughs. ]
What are their names?
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What's wrong with Montana?
[ It's very pretty there. He likes the mountains. ]
Tango and Mary-Lou.
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Ahhh, help, I have a stitch!
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Are you done?
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[ An ineffectual push is all he manages, cackling his last as he crawls his way back into Chris's arms looking thoroughly delighted. ]
I want to ride Tango!
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[ If anyone's doing any kicking out, it should be Chris. He's obviously not going to, though, considering he lets Loki crawl back into his arms without any protect at all, leaning in to kiss that still-giggling mouth. ]
No. You can ride Mary-Lou.
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[ Beaming, he returns the kiss and winds his arms around Chris for the sheer pleasure of holding him. He gives him a forceful push to get him horizontal, looming over him to steal more, slower kisses as he runs a caress under the back of that sweater. ]
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[ He lets himself be shoved, collapsing back on the bed a little diagonal, his hands sliding up Loki's sides as he leans over him and kisses him slowly. ]
Behavior like this is going to mean you don't get to ride anyone, young man.
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[ Does he look like he remembers the very specific moment Chris was manhandled on the couch? He does, and smug about it too. ]
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He flexes his fingers, testing out the strength of the grip on his wrists, and grins. No point being ashamed of something Loki seems to have enjoyed just as much as Chris did. ]
I like strong women. Really strong women.
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He lies down on top of him, cheerfully kissing along a jaw. ]
What about really strong boys?
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Some people might panic. Chris, conversely, groans and squirms a little, letting himself really feel it before sinking back into the bed, for all intents and purposes resigned to his captivity. ]
That depends entirely on the boy in question.
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Holding down both of Chris's wrists with one hand he slips the other under that sweater to spread all over a navel, black nails scratching up lightly through dark curls that lead beneath Chris's pants, back and forth from waistband to abs as Loki stares down at the sight of him helpless. ]
Would you like that, Chris? Being held down and moved around, taken care of completely? I would love to have you on your knees for me, you deserve to have your legs spread and to be spoiled.
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Just what's going on in that clever mind of yours, hm?
[ That's not a no, by the way. ]
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How long has it been since you let a man take you?
[ Chris keeps complaining he's an old man but the way Loki's gaze drags slowly over every inch of him will hopefully go a long way to convincing him he's still very, very desirable from other ... angles. ]
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They've mentioned this once or twice, Chris even offered it that first night they spent together — well, it was mid-afternoon, but whatever — but he hadn't been lying then when he said it had been a while. Most of Chris's partners in the past tended to veer towards the female end of the spectrum, and a fair few of the others have preferred it to be Chris doing the taking.
He lets his legs splay open a little and watches Loki watch him. ]
Long time.
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I should think that would take a great deal of trust on your part, allowing all your authority to be stripped bare.
[ If Chris wants him to stop then Loki will, not before. His palm runs underneath a waistband to brush lightly along the base of a soft cock as he slips his nails down the inside of a second thigh, never quite exposing Chris in the process but his focus never shifts from that steady gaze and he pushes boundaries, scratching at soft skin where thigh meets hip. It's all heavy petting, except for where it might most be wanted. ]
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