[ 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. ]
[ With Loki kneeling between his legs and leaning over him to keep his hands pinned, there's nothing Chris can do to tear his attention away from the godling in his bed, not that he particularly wants to. ]
Yeah, I think it would.
[ He says nothing about stopping, shifting his hips a little to make it easier for Loki to slip his hand inside the waistband of the loose cotton trousers he'd provided him when he stripped Chris of his uniform and re-dressed him in something comfortable and soft so they could be cozy as they curled up together, man and fox, for a little post-coital snuggle.
Each boundary pushed gets met with a slow adjustment, Chris letting Loki do as he pleases without complaint, his steely blue eyes steady as he watches Loki's face where it hovers so close to his own. ]
[ The smile he wears fades into something tender as he lowers his head to nudge Chris's forehead with his own. Ongoing caresses skim their way around Chris's hip, gradual and unhurried. ]
You really are beautiful, Christopher.
[ Slipping his hand around the curve of an ass to find the dip of a back he lifts Chris's lower half off the bed with no visible effort, hoisted up to meet Loki's hips where he kneels. ]
[ It's not often that he gets called beautiful, but that's not what's got his breath hitching in his throat, a startled, ] Oh, [ escaping parted lips when Loki slides his hand beneath him and lifts him up like it's nothing, just the press of his hand to Chris's lower back raising his hips until they're lined up nice and easy.
Going boneless in that strong grip — he doesn't need to hold himself up, apparently, Loki seem to be more than strong enough to do that for him — he lets his head fall back and his throat stretch out, his fingers curling into his palms where Loki holds them pinned to the bed. ]
[ Triumph blooms as his suspicions pay off, providing Loki a wonderful view of Chris giving up control for once. Holding him aloft so they can stay snug from the waist down, he descends on that arched neck to leave stinging love-bites of scrapes and suction. There isn't a moment where he pushes for more than delighting Chris, using their unique make-out session to take notes for possible later dates when they haven't spent their evening already wringing each other dry.
Well ...
Loki is already half-hard again (who could blame him) which gives Chris something to be dragged against and reminded of, over and over. Since Chris is happy to languish and be spoiled, Loki gives him every proof of his earlier profession, You really are beautiful, by not bothering to hide his physical reactions. They don't mean he wants to make demands; he simply can't stop wanting Chris, it's practically free advertisement of the fact by now. ]
[ Loki's soft pants do nothing to hide his reaction to Chris's capitulation, and that, almost as much as the capitulation itself, makes heat sear through Chris's veins, his breath coming a little shorter in his lungs and his whole body tingling like it's being caressed with static electricity.
Either he's going to need to commandeer a dermal regenerator tomorrow, or he's going to have to convince Loki to magic away the bruises he's leaving all over Chris's neck, because he can feel every single one of those bites and they all send jolts of arousal sinking deep into him that makes him want to squirm. He does, a little, but mostly he allows himself to be manhandled, going where Loki pulls him and making no move to try and wriggle free of the grip on his wrists. ]
Mmmm ... [ Peeking at that contented look Chris wears, Loki wants to do more to please him. A kiss finds the hinge of Chris's jaw where he instructs him, ] Arms around my neck, darling.
[ The pressure against Chris's wrists finally gives. It's only so that Loki can get an arm around and lift him clean off the bed altogether, scooting back off the mattress on his knees until he can get to his feet and give him a little toss up as he reasserts where his hands are, clamping on a rear so that Chris is safely hoisted in Loki's arms. ]
[ It takes a second for the instructions given to be followed, like either Chris isn't listening or he had to work to convince his body to cooperate, but after a moment of inaction once his wrists are freed, he lifts his arms and loops them around Loki's neck, at first just to play with the hair at the nape of his neck but then to actually hang on as it becomes clear what Loki's planning on doing.
Grunting out a little laugh as he's tossed up so Loki can clamp his hands on Chris's ass, he blinks down at the slender young man holding him aloft like he weighs nothing more than a stuffed toy and lifts his eyebrows. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.
no subject
[ That's far too funny, lolling away in faux-escape as he laughs. ]
What are their names?
no subject
What's wrong with Montana?
[ It's very pretty there. He likes the mountains. ]
Tango and Mary-Lou.
no subject
Ahhh, help, I have a stitch!
no subject
Are you done?
no subject
[ 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!
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[ Does he look like he remembers the very specific moment Chris was manhandled on the couch? He does, and smug about it too. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
He lies down on top of him, cheerfully kissing along a jaw. ]
What about really strong boys?
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
Just what's going on in that clever mind of yours, hm?
[ That's not a no, by the way. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
Yeah, I think it would.
[ He says nothing about stopping, shifting his hips a little to make it easier for Loki to slip his hand inside the waistband of the loose cotton trousers he'd provided him when he stripped Chris of his uniform and re-dressed him in something comfortable and soft so they could be cozy as they curled up together, man and fox, for a little post-coital snuggle.
Each boundary pushed gets met with a slow adjustment, Chris letting Loki do as he pleases without complaint, his steely blue eyes steady as he watches Loki's face where it hovers so close to his own. ]
no subject
You really are beautiful, Christopher.
[ Slipping his hand around the curve of an ass to find the dip of a back he lifts Chris's lower half off the bed with no visible effort, hoisted up to meet Loki's hips where he kneels. ]
no subject
Going boneless in that strong grip — he doesn't need to hold himself up, apparently, Loki seem to be more than strong enough to do that for him — he lets his head fall back and his throat stretch out, his fingers curling into his palms where Loki holds them pinned to the bed. ]
no subject
Well ...
Loki is already half-hard again (who could blame him) which gives Chris something to be dragged against and reminded of, over and over. Since Chris is happy to languish and be spoiled, Loki gives him every proof of his earlier profession, You really are beautiful, by not bothering to hide his physical reactions. They don't mean he wants to make demands; he simply can't stop wanting Chris, it's practically free advertisement of the fact by now. ]
no subject
Either he's going to need to commandeer a dermal regenerator tomorrow, or he's going to have to convince Loki to magic away the bruises he's leaving all over Chris's neck, because he can feel every single one of those bites and they all send jolts of arousal sinking deep into him that makes him want to squirm. He does, a little, but mostly he allows himself to be manhandled, going where Loki pulls him and making no move to try and wriggle free of the grip on his wrists. ]
no subject
[ The pressure against Chris's wrists finally gives. It's only so that Loki can get an arm around and lift him clean off the bed altogether, scooting back off the mattress on his knees until he can get to his feet and give him a little toss up as he reasserts where his hands are, clamping on a rear so that Chris is safely hoisted in Loki's arms. ]
Alright, dear?
no subject
Grunting out a little laugh as he's tossed up so Loki can clamp his hands on Chris's ass, he blinks down at the slender young man holding him aloft like he weighs nothing more than a stuffed toy and lifts his eyebrows. ]
Been a long time since I've done this, too.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)