[ 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. ]
[ He shrugs, walking with a wicked gleam in his eye. ]
First time with me, so this is the only time I care about.
[ Chris is shoved up against the front doors of the apartment. Loki spares a moment to lock them, then spreads his legs to brace them both against the wall and goes back to kissing the hot curve of Chris's neck, the line of his cock rubbing up behind Chris's balls, soft slacks on each man doing little to hide Loki's interest. If anything the frottage makes it all the hotter for Loki, enjoying himself immensely. ]
Ah, I almost forgot ...
[ Green magic loops and ensnares Chris's wrists, drawing them up over his head so he can't misbehave. ]
[ Getting carried while he's conscious enough to enjoy it is a new experience for Chris, especially carried like this, especially with a hard cock rubbing up against him as they move. Being pinned up against his door shouldn't feel especially galling considering just what he and Loki have gotten up to so far today in this main room, and yet somehow it is, the feeling of being pressed up against a few inches of steel and knowing it's all that separates him from the corridor outside where anyone might be passing by to see their captain being taken apart like this is more than enough to make Chris groan deep in his chest, the sound only getting louder as Loki grinds up against him and then uses his infernal magic to lift Chris's arms up and pin them up to the wall as well so the only way he can hold on is with his legs wrapped around Loki's waist.
He gasps, thunking his head back against the door, absently grateful that Loki's disabled the proximity sensors by locking it so they don't have to run the risk of the door deciding to open. That would be...
[ It's the closest thrill he can offer to getting caught without really risking it, the noise from the officer's hallway filtering through now and then as he gives Chris the dull, hard line of his cock to ride in steady thrusts that lift him against the doors. He grinds in when voices lilt and fade beyond the steel separating them from the crew, kisses raining down on Chris with fond, warm praise, Loki's voice hushed. ]
Someone's feeling extra slutty today, I see. Imagine what they would think if they knew you had your legs spread, panting for it.
[ If he actually took the time to think about it when he had a clear head and wasn't digging his fingers into his palms in frustration as he tugs fruitlessly against the bonds holding his hands in place, Chris might say that he doesn't actually want any of his crew watching him get off. He works with these people, after all, looks after them, is responsible for them. He knows their names and their spouses and their parents, he signs off on their commendations and reads their eulogies should they, god forbid, fall in the line of duty.
No, he probably doesn't want to blur the lines of fantasy and reality that much, but the thought of it? The thought of nearly being caught?
He'd thought he couldn't get hard again tonight, but it seems his cock has other plans, plumping up eagerly in the soft lounge pants Loki conjured for him, every grind of Loki's hips catching his cock between them and making him moan. ]
This is ... payback. [ He blinks his eyes open and stares him down, amused and turned-on and burning with it. ] For earlier. Isn't it?
[ Grinning, Loki leans back to drop a kiss on his nose. He keeps stepping back and his magic supports Chris in place as Loki taps his chin in consideration. He waves a finger and the woollen top vanishes, then the soft slacks, leaving him naked and exposed as Loki strolls back over. He takes him back in his hands so that it's less weird; there has to be more comfort in being held than trapped, especially if Chris hasn't done this in a while, and Loki wants him to focus more on them as a couple rather than the frills and lights. ]
[ Loki stepping away, leaving Chris pinned to the door isn't met with quite the same enthusiasm; his magic is familiar, nearly comforting at this point, his wrists feeling cool and a little tingly where they're being held, but losing the press of Loki's body at his front just makes this situation a little too close to some of the times things have gone very badly on one mission or another, and Chris can't help the little frown of consternation that forms between his eyebrows even as his clothes are being vanished away and Loki stands before him, admiring. ]
Loki...
[ Thankfully, he comes back, his hands sliding under Chris's thighs to hold him, and Chris doesn't hesitate to wrap his legs around him and hold back, tight like he's making a point. ]
[ Chris grunts in response to that, accepting the kisses bestowed to him as Loki smooths his hand down along Chris's leg, clearly apologetic. Part of him wants to demand to be put down, undoubtedly stemming from a need to wrest back a little control, but he doesn't want to see Loki's face fall, for him to feel like he's done something wrong. It was just a little misstep as they figure out each other's edges, something that's bound to happen at some point in the beginning of a relationship, and Chris trusts that if something went really wrong, Loki would stop immediately.
So he lets himself hang, his knees pinching Loki's sides as he holds on as best he can, and squirms into the touch of that long-fingered hand wrapping around his cock. ]
[ He gives him more of what he wants and strokes him, slow but steady, kissing Chris between murmurs of You're so hot and I love your body, seeking to reassure and inflame that neediness that blanched momentarily when he stepped away. When he grins and whispers the spell Chris must know best and lube smears along his lover's cock, Loki tightens his grip with each new pull, watching. Learning. ]
[ He tries to sink back into that fog of arousal but it's difficult now that he's had that moment of clarity; Loki makes a valiant effort to redirect his attention with his touch and his kisses and the very complimentary things he says, but Chris still feels that tug that distracts him.
Swallowing back a noise that's torn between surprise and something else when Loki murmurs that spell Chris is starting to recognize and his palm fills with slick where it's wrapped around Chris's cock, his hips hitch as best they can while he's being pinned against the door, trying to shift up into that grip. ]
[ His palm smooths around a hip, holding him under his thighs again as the tether around Chris's wrists vanishes. Loki rests his knees against the doors while holding Chris aloft and gives him room to speak if he needs to, looking him over with a keen, understanding eye. ]
[ The magic disappears and Chris starts to pull his hands down, stretching out his fingers and rolling his wrists, taking stock of his body before turning his attention back to Loki. ]
No.
[ No hesitation there, just a quick and short denial, underlined by the way his legs tighten around Loki's waist and he rolls his hips. Cupping that beautiful face in his hands, he tugs Loki closer to eliminate the space between them and kisses him again. ]
[ He sinks into the kiss, still eying him with an attentiveness born of his own experience. ]
You were having more fun in bed, we can go back there if you want. I thought this might be fun but if it isn't it doesn't matter, I only want you to feel good.
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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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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?
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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.
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First time with me, so this is the only time I care about.
[ Chris is shoved up against the front doors of the apartment. Loki spares a moment to lock them, then spreads his legs to brace them both against the wall and goes back to kissing the hot curve of Chris's neck, the line of his cock rubbing up behind Chris's balls, soft slacks on each man doing little to hide Loki's interest. If anything the frottage makes it all the hotter for Loki, enjoying himself immensely. ]
Ah, I almost forgot ...
[ Green magic loops and ensnares Chris's wrists, drawing them up over his head so he can't misbehave. ]
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[ Getting carried while he's conscious enough to enjoy it is a new experience for Chris, especially carried like this, especially with a hard cock rubbing up against him as they move. Being pinned up against his door shouldn't feel especially galling considering just what he and Loki have gotten up to so far today in this main room, and yet somehow it is, the feeling of being pressed up against a few inches of steel and knowing it's all that separates him from the corridor outside where anyone might be passing by to see their captain being taken apart like this is more than enough to make Chris groan deep in his chest, the sound only getting louder as Loki grinds up against him and then uses his infernal magic to lift Chris's arms up and pin them up to the wall as well so the only way he can hold on is with his legs wrapped around Loki's waist.
He gasps, thunking his head back against the door, absently grateful that Loki's disabled the proximity sensors by locking it so they don't have to run the risk of the door deciding to open. That would be...
Well. Very dangerous. ]
Cheating.
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[ It's the closest thrill he can offer to getting caught without really risking it, the noise from the officer's hallway filtering through now and then as he gives Chris the dull, hard line of his cock to ride in steady thrusts that lift him against the doors. He grinds in when voices lilt and fade beyond the steel separating them from the crew, kisses raining down on Chris with fond, warm praise, Loki's voice hushed. ]
Someone's feeling extra slutty today, I see. Imagine what they would think if they knew you had your legs spread, panting for it.
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No, he probably doesn't want to blur the lines of fantasy and reality that much, but the thought of it? The thought of nearly being caught?
He'd thought he couldn't get hard again tonight, but it seems his cock has other plans, plumping up eagerly in the soft lounge pants Loki conjured for him, every grind of Loki's hips catching his cock between them and making him moan. ]
This is ... payback. [ He blinks his eyes open and stares him down, amused and turned-on and burning with it. ] For earlier. Isn't it?
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[ Grinning, Loki leans back to drop a kiss on his nose. He keeps stepping back and his magic supports Chris in place as Loki taps his chin in consideration. He waves a finger and the woollen top vanishes, then the soft slacks, leaving him naked and exposed as Loki strolls back over. He takes him back in his hands so that it's less weird; there has to be more comfort in being held than trapped, especially if Chris hasn't done this in a while, and Loki wants him to focus more on them as a couple rather than the frills and lights. ]
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[ Loki stepping away, leaving Chris pinned to the door isn't met with quite the same enthusiasm; his magic is familiar, nearly comforting at this point, his wrists feeling cool and a little tingly where they're being held, but losing the press of Loki's body at his front just makes this situation a little too close to some of the times things have gone very badly on one mission or another, and Chris can't help the little frown of consternation that forms between his eyebrows even as his clothes are being vanished away and Loki stands before him, admiring. ]
Loki...
[ Thankfully, he comes back, his hands sliding under Chris's thighs to hold him, and Chris doesn't hesitate to wrap his legs around him and hold back, tight like he's making a point. ]
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[ His kisses are an apology, only needing one hand to hold him up as the other pets around a thigh and back up the curve of an ass. ]
Can you blame me?
[ He brushes the backs of his knuckles along that surprisingly stiff erection, curling his fingers around one by one. ]
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So he lets himself hang, his knees pinching Loki's sides as he holds on as best he can, and squirms into the touch of that long-fingered hand wrapping around his cock. ]
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Swallowing back a noise that's torn between surprise and something else when Loki murmurs that spell Chris is starting to recognize and his palm fills with slick where it's wrapped around Chris's cock, his hips hitch as best they can while he's being pinned against the door, trying to shift up into that grip. ]
Give me back my arms, baby.
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Do you want me to put you down? It's okay.
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No.
[ No hesitation there, just a quick and short denial, underlined by the way his legs tighten around Loki's waist and he rolls his hips. Cupping that beautiful face in his hands, he tugs Loki closer to eliminate the space between them and kisses him again. ]
I just wanted to touch you.
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[ He sinks into the kiss, still eying him with an attentiveness born of his own experience. ]
You were having more fun in bed, we can go back there if you want. I thought this might be fun but if it isn't it doesn't matter, I only want you to feel good.
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