[ 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. ]
Mm, I think you'll come fetch me ... [ His breath hitches without his say-so when Loki's surprisingly sharp teeth sink into the heft of his thigh, a bright burst of pain so close to his cock that it sends it twitching up towards his belly. ] ... wherever I e-end up.
[ Since his hands are no longer restrained, Chris lets himself sink his fingers into Loki's hair again, an action he's quickly decided was his favorite thing to do. It's not his fault Loki's hair feels so nice slipping beteween his fingers, or that it's such a perfect length to get a good grip on, or that it lends him a semblance of control in a situation that is otherwise completely out of his hands. ]
[ Those hands in his hair feel like coming home somehow. Loki nudges into them for a moment then without prelude licks a warm, wet line past Chris's balls to pass over his entrance, rubbing firmly to see how he likes it. Chris is so good, so brave and kind, weaving a knot around Loki's heart since they first met and Chris sent him falling fast toward actual, real emotions. If this wonderful man isn't owed a tongue up his ass until he's screaming for more then Loki doesn't know who is.
He can't speak, unsurprisingly, but the way he runs a thumb up Chris's thighs hooks his thumbs into the creases and he holds him open, unable to close his legs while he's being eaten out. Some of that extra strength he's so hot for. ]
[ Loki reacted with so much surprise when Chris did this to him last night that he had sort of figured it wouldn't be on the table — that's actually not true, he had simply not considered that the tables might be turned in his favor.
Not that he's complaining, mind!
Loki's hands tucked behind his knees to keep his legs up and spread, that implacable weight behind them that Chris is powerless to resist, combined with his soft hair brushing maddeningly at Chris's thighs... it's all more than enough to get him moaning, a deep, heartfelt sound that rumbles up through his chest and has him squirming. ]
[ Beautiful, he thinks, plying that tight hole with invasive thrusts that start opening Chris up to the full, natural length of Loki's whipping tongue. It stays a would-be human length as he's careful working Chris open for a couple of minutes, making sure every cant of his hips is working himself down on the pressure instead of away before adding more. Each time he leaves him empty, soft kisses suck on a puffy pink rim and trace in a delicate circle, tickling down to perineum and sliding back up.
Loki's nails run down the underside of toned thighs, leaving pink marks. He fills him up again and flicks his tongue, rubbing at Chris from the inside. ]
[ He almost wishes he wasn't pinned. As much as Chris honestly enjoys feeling Loki's strength, knowing that all he can do is lie there and take it, the feeling of his lips and tongue working him over has him wanting to writhe on his sheets, his muscles bunching uselessly beneath his skin as he tries to push closer and pull away on the same breath.
Loki's tongue pushing past his rim has him crying out, his cock jerking impotently, toes and fingers curling as his body lights up. He tugs on Loki's hair, his grip painfully tight, before he realizes what he's doing and forces his hands to unlock, throwing them out to grasp the sheets beneath him instead, where he can't do any damage. Well, except pulling the sheets out from their neat tuck around the mattress, but that's not the end of the world. ]
God! [ He groans, digging his head back into the mattress as Loki scratches down his thighs, teeth digging into his lip so hard the skin around it goes bloodless and white. ] Baby, please.
[ Honestly, Chris's (cute) lengthy period between orgasms is what prompts Loki to mind his begging, lifting his head to transfer the heat of his mouth to a neglected cock that he swallows down in one go, no hesitation. He gathers up some of the leftover slick with his spit and presses a finger to Chris's hole, light but firm, knowing the right angle to slide inside and rub up against that prostate from the way Loki's tongue thoroughly abused it. A finger is far more solid so he keeps it to one to begin with, getting Chris accustomed to the sensation of being fucked by something bigger. It has been a while, he said. ]
Mmmm ...
[ Purring with approval around the stiff erection forcing his throat open, the vibrations shiver through Chris without relent from his noisy lover who is, thankfully, talented enough to carry two tasks at once, cushioning him on his tongue. ]
[ Honestly, it's not clear if this is better or worse — though that's not right either; perhaps more or less intense is more accurate — having Loki's mouth slide down his cock so easily. Especially when that's followed up with one of his long fingers slipping nice and gentle in his ass, like they've been doing this all night, like Chris has spent the last ten years of his life getting railed every day and he's ready for more.
He shouts, hips jerking. ] Fuck!
[ Loki's moaning is what does him in, not that it's that much more overwhelming than anything else, but the cumulative effect has him crashing over the edge of the climax that's been building so steadily since Loki first pinned him down, shuddering helplessly as his whole body lights up from the inside and he sobs brokenly. ]
[ Being the one to break apart all of Chris's mental and physical boundaries is a privilege Loki covets jealously, drinking down his come with a flexing throat that milks Chris for everything he has got, muffled moans complimenting the burn. He rubs hard against Chris's prostate as he comes, wanting him wrecked and eager for the night he needs Loki's cock inside instead. That won't be happening now, which isn't a shame. Chris has done so well, he's precious in the way he raggedly falls to pieces and gives that gift to Loki so whole-heartedly. The heat of his ass clamping down on Loki's finger is going to be memorable until Chris wants to be fucked again, to say the least.
He draws his lips to the tip of a waning erection and plants feathery kisses all over the slit, the finger curling inside Chris moving in shallow thrusts to keep the pleasure coming even though Chris is spent, massaging that bundle of nerves. Until he can't stand it, that is.
[ For most of his life, Chris has been very lucky when it comes to paramours. He's almost never had a relationship go spectacularly wrong, outside of a few notable outliers, and his sexual experiences can broadly be categorized as "a good time was had by all."
Being the center of Loki's laser-focused attention feels like diving into a glacial pool after spending his whole life paddling around in the shallow end of a hot tub.
It's overwhelming. Chris is used to being regarded fondly, to being respected, to being admired, sometimes even to being feared. He's not really used to being worshiped, to have someone look at him and decide that they will do whatever it takes to make him feel good, to make him happy, to make sure that he's looked after and pampered and loved.
He feels like there are fireworks going off behind his eyes, a symphony of light and sound in his skull as Loki determinedly keeps stroking over his prostate and suckles at the head of his cock until Chris can't take it any more, squirming away with a bitten-off little cry even as one leg drops down to drape over Loki's shoulder and pull him closer.
Chest heaving like he's just run a race, he fumbles a hand into Loki's hair and ruffles it around a little in a very uncoordinated pet. ]
[ One last kiss meets Chris's cockhead and Loki slips his hand free, whispering a spell to clean them both off. He grunts as it ripples over his own erection and he thinks intently of Odin's dirty beard after a feast to make it go down; it works with pique efficiency. ]
I've got you, dear, you did so well. Come here.
[ Loki drapes an arm around Chris's waist and settles up behind him, knees curled behind his and his chin nuzzling Chris's hair. He pets along an abdomen, up a chest and back down in a slow, soothing glide. The blankets curl around them of their own accord from Loki's telekinesis, soft and snuggly. ]
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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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[ Since his hands are no longer restrained, Chris lets himself sink his fingers into Loki's hair again, an action he's quickly decided was his favorite thing to do. It's not his fault Loki's hair feels so nice slipping beteween his fingers, or that it's such a perfect length to get a good grip on, or that it lends him a semblance of control in a situation that is otherwise completely out of his hands. ]
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He can't speak, unsurprisingly, but the way he runs a thumb up Chris's thighs hooks his thumbs into the creases and he holds him open, unable to close his legs while he's being eaten out. Some of that extra strength he's so hot for. ]
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Not that he's complaining, mind!
Loki's hands tucked behind his knees to keep his legs up and spread, that implacable weight behind them that Chris is powerless to resist, combined with his soft hair brushing maddeningly at Chris's thighs... it's all more than enough to get him moaning, a deep, heartfelt sound that rumbles up through his chest and has him squirming. ]
Oh, fuck! Loki, ah —!
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Loki's nails run down the underside of toned thighs, leaving pink marks. He fills him up again and flicks his tongue, rubbing at Chris from the inside. ]
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Loki's tongue pushing past his rim has him crying out, his cock jerking impotently, toes and fingers curling as his body lights up. He tugs on Loki's hair, his grip painfully tight, before he realizes what he's doing and forces his hands to unlock, throwing them out to grasp the sheets beneath him instead, where he can't do any damage. Well, except pulling the sheets out from their neat tuck around the mattress, but that's not the end of the world. ]
God! [ He groans, digging his head back into the mattress as Loki scratches down his thighs, teeth digging into his lip so hard the skin around it goes bloodless and white. ] Baby, please.
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Mmmm ...
[ Purring with approval around the stiff erection forcing his throat open, the vibrations shiver through Chris without relent from his noisy lover who is, thankfully, talented enough to carry two tasks at once, cushioning him on his tongue. ]
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He shouts, hips jerking. ] Fuck!
[ Loki's moaning is what does him in, not that it's that much more overwhelming than anything else, but the cumulative effect has him crashing over the edge of the climax that's been building so steadily since Loki first pinned him down, shuddering helplessly as his whole body lights up from the inside and he sobs brokenly. ]
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He draws his lips to the tip of a waning erection and plants feathery kisses all over the slit, the finger curling inside Chris moving in shallow thrusts to keep the pleasure coming even though Chris is spent, massaging that bundle of nerves. Until he can't stand it, that is.
Loki could worship him for hours. ]
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Being the center of Loki's laser-focused attention feels like diving into a glacial pool after spending his whole life paddling around in the shallow end of a hot tub.
It's overwhelming. Chris is used to being regarded fondly, to being respected, to being admired, sometimes even to being feared. He's not really used to being worshiped, to have someone look at him and decide that they will do whatever it takes to make him feel good, to make him happy, to make sure that he's looked after and pampered and loved.
He feels like there are fireworks going off behind his eyes, a symphony of light and sound in his skull as Loki determinedly keeps stroking over his prostate and suckles at the head of his cock until Chris can't take it any more, squirming away with a bitten-off little cry even as one leg drops down to drape over Loki's shoulder and pull him closer.
Chest heaving like he's just run a race, he fumbles a hand into Loki's hair and ruffles it around a little in a very uncoordinated pet. ]
Stop, stop. Enough. I can't ...
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I've got you, dear, you did so well. Come here.
[ Loki drapes an arm around Chris's waist and settles up behind him, knees curled behind his and his chin nuzzling Chris's hair. He pets along an abdomen, up a chest and back down in a slow, soothing glide. The blankets curl around them of their own accord from Loki's telekinesis, soft and snuggly. ]
Relax, sleep now.
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