[ 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.
[ He kisses him again, scraping his teeth over his lower lip in a little nip before soothing it away with the pass of his tongue, his hands sliding back enough to tangle his fingertips in Loki's silky black hair. ]
You promised to, what was it, spread my legs and spoil me? [ He rolls his hips again, pushing his cock through Loki's fist, using the pinching of his knees and a clench of his abdomen to fuck into Loki's hand. ] Come on, then. Spoil me. Right here, so that every time I even look at this door I think of you touching me.
[ Smiling widely by the time Chris is finished reassuring him, he hoists him up and kisses him harder than before, swiping into the heat of that sweet mouth with a hungry groan. Given permission to do exactly as he pleases, he gives Chris's cock a few extra strokes to keep him hard before trailing his fingers around to the crack of his ass and slipping the middle over a hot entrance, just rubbing to begin with so that Chris can get used to it. ]
[ Chris knows he doesn't have to worry about being held aloft, Loki's deceptive strength and his magic alike keeping him pinned to the door with apparently next to no effort, but that doesn't stop him from gripping those shoulders regardless, like if he's not careful he'll be dropped to the floor.
Loki's hand slipping beneath him has him squirming a little, the sensation foreign after all this time, but he's not worried about being hurt or afraid of the implications of that wet finger rubbing at him, so after a minute to get used to things, he lets himself relax with a quiet little moan of encouragement. ]
[ That's what he's been waiting for. He'll take him to a bed soon, this door isn't everything it's cracked up to be when he wants to see every part of Chris spread for him; he realises that as he looks at him, lips travelling from cheek to cheek. This was a gamble, a treat for one or both, he can't recall what he was really thinking, but Chris is ... worth more than this. A kinky fuck against a door.
Oh.
Loki draws out of a kiss to catch his eye, adjusting his grip to lift him away from the door and into his arms again. ]
Not to spoil the mood further, but I would like to have you in your bed. I can't see you properly like this and I don't want to miss anything. Any part of you.
[ Pressed as close as they are, with Loki's breath washing over his cheek, Chris can tell the moment something in Loki changes, the moment a decision is made, and he can't help but already be lifting his eyebrows when Loki pulls back enough to be able to speak again.
He might tease about sending some mixed signals, if it weren't for the fact that Loki has been so careful of Chris's signals, and also, the look on his face is so earnest and sincere it's hard to maintain any level of sarcasm or teasing in the face of it. ]
You just want to show off how strong you are, don't you?
[ Well. Maybe he can manage some teasing. ]
Hauling me around like I weigh nothing at all. I'm on to you, sweet thing.
[ He drops that miniature photon torpedo with a kiss and proceeds to carry Chris back to the bed where he lays him down and gets between his legs, giving the inside of a knee a light slap. He smooths a hand down it a moment later, following with his mouth in open kisses. ]
Just lie back and, I don't know, think of Starfleet?
[ Chris sure hopes Loki likes him after all they've done together. If he didn't, he'd be one hell of an actor, that's for certain.
Getting carried through his cabin is no longer a new and novel experience, but it doesn't dim his incredulous amusement at the gesture, deciding just to go along with it even though his pride should logically have him protest. He's a grown man, after all, a captain of Starfleet's premier flagship. And, apparently, he likes being carried through his apartment by his interdimensional god of a boyfriend.
The duality of man, or something. ]
Why the hell would I think about that when I could be thinking about you?
Flatterer. I'm going to blow your mind, love, you might want to hold onto something familiar so you can navigate your way back.
[ A lovebite sinks into the meat of Chris's inner-thigh, right at the top before Loki can trail a line of sucking kisses between a pair of legs and his tongue takes over in broad swipes. He follows the curve of balls while pushing Chris's knees higher, wider, not as gentle as he is insistent. ]
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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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[ He kisses him again, scraping his teeth over his lower lip in a little nip before soothing it away with the pass of his tongue, his hands sliding back enough to tangle his fingertips in Loki's silky black hair. ]
You promised to, what was it, spread my legs and spoil me? [ He rolls his hips again, pushing his cock through Loki's fist, using the pinching of his knees and a clench of his abdomen to fuck into Loki's hand. ] Come on, then. Spoil me. Right here, so that every time I even look at this door I think of you touching me.
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[ Smiling widely by the time Chris is finished reassuring him, he hoists him up and kisses him harder than before, swiping into the heat of that sweet mouth with a hungry groan. Given permission to do exactly as he pleases, he gives Chris's cock a few extra strokes to keep him hard before trailing his fingers around to the crack of his ass and slipping the middle over a hot entrance, just rubbing to begin with so that Chris can get used to it. ]
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Loki's hand slipping beneath him has him squirming a little, the sensation foreign after all this time, but he's not worried about being hurt or afraid of the implications of that wet finger rubbing at him, so after a minute to get used to things, he lets himself relax with a quiet little moan of encouragement. ]
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Oh.
Loki draws out of a kiss to catch his eye, adjusting his grip to lift him away from the door and into his arms again. ]
Not to spoil the mood further, but I would like to have you in your bed. I can't see you properly like this and I don't want to miss anything. Any part of you.
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He might tease about sending some mixed signals, if it weren't for the fact that Loki has been so careful of Chris's signals, and also, the look on his face is so earnest and sincere it's hard to maintain any level of sarcasm or teasing in the face of it. ]
You just want to show off how strong you are, don't you?
[ Well. Maybe he can manage some teasing. ]
Hauling me around like I weigh nothing at all. I'm on to you, sweet thing.
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[ He drops that miniature photon torpedo with a kiss and proceeds to carry Chris back to the bed where he lays him down and gets between his legs, giving the inside of a knee a light slap. He smooths a hand down it a moment later, following with his mouth in open kisses. ]
Just lie back and, I don't know, think of Starfleet?
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Getting carried through his cabin is no longer a new and novel experience, but it doesn't dim his incredulous amusement at the gesture, deciding just to go along with it even though his pride should logically have him protest. He's a grown man, after all, a captain of Starfleet's premier flagship. And, apparently, he likes being carried through his apartment by his interdimensional god of a boyfriend.
The duality of man, or something. ]
Why the hell would I think about that when I could be thinking about you?
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[ A lovebite sinks into the meat of Chris's inner-thigh, right at the top before Loki can trail a line of sucking kisses between a pair of legs and his tongue takes over in broad swipes. He follows the curve of balls while pushing Chris's knees higher, wider, not as gentle as he is insistent. ]
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