[ He can multitask, case in point zoning out as he hangs onto Chris like a stray burr picked up in a field while also digesting everything he hears. That his lover is so very capable and clever is a balm to Loki's nerves, he doesn't need to pander or pretend in order to stay interested in Chris's life in its own right, he just is. It must be the same when he talks about things like dancing on a rainbow bridge, he supposes, new and fascinating details in abundance that he wouldn't experience otherwise.
And there's chili, too. Of course there is, Chris is a genius. ]
I hope you kept your yawns in the single digits. [ Meetings, ew. ] I'm glad the dogfighters didn't cause your ship too much damage.
[ The ship being Chris's real home, darling though the house is. ]
[ Sensing Loki isn't all that interested in the details but instead just wants to be here to listen to Chris speak, he lets himself drone on for a bit about the minutiae of the meeting itself, describing the ambassadors and what their grievances were and how Starfleet plans to address them. ]
I've long ago learned how to yawn with my mouth closed. Now if only I could sleep with my eyes open...
[ He chuckles, stroking his fingertips up and down the shallow groove of Loki's spine, skimming over his shirt lightly. ]
Nothing that can't be repaired. The worst hit were the crew, but luckily we sustained no casualties. [ Some of the worst injured are having to retire from active duty, another reason that the Enterprise is here on Earth, to deposit the injured in better long-term recovery facilities and to pick up new crew to replace them. Chris didn't have to deliver any eulogies, for which he is more than grateful. ]
[ He smiles into Chris's neck as he listens to him describe the direly boring meeting, bringing around one of his hands to lay flat on his chest and soak up the beat of his heart. He arches his back into the light touch down his spine, grateful for it. ]
My father would say it was a shame no one died in battle, it's a great honour for Asgardians to fall with a sword in their hand. The Valkyries guide their souls to Valhalla where they feast forever as the glorious dead.
[ Loki gives a soft snort, leaning back to offer up (oh, that's weird) a smile. ]
I'm afraid your father and I will just have to disagree on that point.
[ First of all, they don't carry swords, so that sort of rules out that option. For another, even though he's currently the most decorated starship captain still actively serving, Chris views resorting to violence as a failure, far preferring diplomacy and strategy as solutions for conflict.
That being said, there is a certain nobility in giving up your life for your cause, so in that respect, he can see where Loki's father is coming from. Starfleet doesn't have Valkyries to guide their dead to Valhalla, though.
He lifts his hand to cover Loki's on his chest, rubbing his thumb over his fingers soothingly. ]
[ Though that does bolster his spirit a little. He remembers serving under other captains, the steadfast conviction he felt that he would gladly do his duty and would be willing to die to accomplish it if needs be; hell, even now he'd give his life for Bob's if he had to, and he hasn't served under him since he got promoted to Admiral and Chris took over his job.
Lifting their tangled fingers up, he presses a kiss to Loki's knuckles since he knows he likes it when Chris does little things like that. ]
Unless you're expecting someone else to walk through that door and romp around in your rustic old Montana bed tonight, yes. That's my bread.
[ A tingle goes through his hand under Chris's kiss and Loki grins widely, playfully hip-checking him against the counter. His cheeks burn with a blush, too glad to be back with him and too embarrassed about it by far to admit it in words. ]
Oh, is that what you're planning on doing tonight?
[ Like Chris didn't actively plan for that, making sure he had clean sheets on the bed and soft towels in the bathroom and plenty of lube in the bedside table just in case.
Loki's cheeks flame bright pink as he grins and it sets an answering glow alight in Chris's chest, one that has him tightening the arm he has around Loki's waist and ducking his head down much farther than he's used to so he can kiss him again, slow and sensual like he's making a point. ]
[ His smile melts into Chris's kiss with a chuckle and then Loki forgets about the time that has separated them, the events in between since he last had the luxury to run his fingers through thick greying hair and give a satisfied tug, body sagging forward so that his hips slot into place against Chris's on instinct. It's been far too long since he drowned in the scent and taste of his cross-dimensional boyfriend and he makes full use of having him back now, brushing a bent knee outside a thigh just to be extra welcoming now they have all the privacy in the world. ]
[ Baking bread is too time-consuming a task to really embark on whilst onboard, though he could do it if he wanted to. Most of the time he's happy to cook and just have the replicator deal with the bread, baking takes so much more planning than cooking and he's rarely in the mood for it.
This is a pretty good argument for doing it more often, though.
Loki sags into him and reaches up to grab at his hair, prompting Chris to make a deep noise in the back of his throat as Loki rubs his leg up and along the outside of Chris's, their clothes suddenly feeling like barriers Chris is deeply annoyed by. ]
[ Eyes twinkling with mischief as he feels Chris reacting, he drags his mouth up the line of his neck to find the hinge of a jaw and works on a possessive lovebite there, inhaling on a low moan. He arches into Chris and this time drags him closer by a hip to feel his own insistent grind, fingers still tangled in his hair.
Loki lips part from Chris's neck with a wet kiss, his voicer rougher as arousal easily spirals through him. It should be humiliating how open he is to wanting Chris but it feels to good to deny, a laugh catching in his throat. ]
[ It's not his fault he likes having his hair tugged like that, especially when combined with Loki plastering himself up against Chris's front, his mouth hot and sharp on his neck as he worries what feels like a spectacular hickey into his throat.
Since there's nowhere Chris has to be and nobody he has to see for a nice long while, he makes no move to try and squirm away from it, his fingers pressing sharply into Loki's sides where his hands rest. ]
It's been months. [ Has it? It certainly felt that way for Chris, left alone in his suddenly too-large bed, his quarters reminding him of Loki at every turn and yet always depressingly empty.
Grabbing Loki by his hips, he hoists him up onto the counter, immediately stepping between his knees to bring them back together again. Maybe it's a good thing Loki shrunk himself a little there, or Chris would have no hope of reaching his mouth for a kiss right now. ]
[ He lands on the counter with a look of surprise, biting his lip as he reels Chris in with long legs to wrap around his waist and squeeze tight a moment later. ]
Poor old Daddy.
[ Barely able to keep his joy subdued, he combs through Chris's hair and give a tug to get his head tipped back for a lurid, open-mouthed kiss, writhing against him with legs spread so Chris can feel Loki's readying erection. He could get hard with a look, sure, but this works far faster ... as does the knowledge Chris hasn't been with anyone either. He ought to be rewarded for that.
Loki breathes into their kisses, tongue dipping in between promises. ]
I'm going to be so hot and tight for you, you'll see. That's what you want, isn't it? Baby to wrap himself around that big dick of yours and ride it? I will, I will ...
[ The way Loki blinks at him has him huffing out a little laugh, charmed by the surprise quickly melting into something much sharper as those long legs reel him in closer and squeeze tight.
The bulge of his cock presses against Chris's stomach as he leans in close so Loki can grab at his hair and lick into his mouth, all things Chris is fully on board with, and he telegraphs that by letting his hands roam as much as they want, petting up Loki's thighs and smoothing around his waist, slipping beneath his shirt for a moment before dropping back down to grab at his ass where it sits on the counter.
He groans as Loki murmurs promises against his lips, allowing himself the freedom to react as much as he'd like without holding himself back, feeling safe in his own home and wanting to let Loki know that, yeah, that kind of talk works for him.
One hand slips between them to palm the hardening shape of Loki's dick through his jeans, kneading him lightly before snapping open the button one-handed and reaching for the zipper. ]
[ After months of being kept at arms-length by everyone it's a genuine shock to his system to feel Chris pawing at his dick and he whimpers loudly without meaning to, cock hard and beading precome when Chris unzips him (and if shapeshifting smaller knocked off an inch off that rosy pink erection he's not saying). Loki rakes his nails under a collar to feel the heat coming off Chris's back and gives his hair a rough little tug again, knowing he likes that. His heels dig into the back of Chris's thighs to steady them both, Loki breathing heavily against a temple. ]
Don't you dare make me come without fucking me first.
[ If Chris notices that the hard cock filling his palm is slightly smaller than it was the last time he had his hand wrapped around it, he doesn't say anything at all, skating his fingers over it in something like a little hello, fluttering touches up along the thick vein that traces the underside and up over the glans, rubbing his fingers together for a moment to spread that little bead of precome he collected over his fingertips before repeating the action again.
Lifting his head a little from where he'd had it ducked down so he could watch, he grins and nips lightly at Loki's chin. ]
[ Puffing hair out of his eyes as he flusters in with a nuzzle to Chris's temple, he watches him work Loki's cock over until he has him whimpering freely over a bitten lip. He makes a point of seeking out the line of Chris's erection trapped on his own pants and gives it a squeeze, moaning softly as a nip grazes Loki's chin. ]
Play later, [ it sounds ragged as demands go, rubbing the full length of Chris like he really can't help himself, cock slippery with precome in a fist, ] I need this inside me right now.
[ Despite the way he's acting, Chris isn't nearly as young as Loki is, and he's not quite as rock-hard in his pants; the hand reaching down to squeeze his cock is still more than welcome, though, and his own hand on Loki's cock falters a moment as those clever fingers rub insistently at him through the thick denim of his jeans. ]
Alright, fine. [ Like it's some kind of imposition. Really, Chris, you're not fooling anybody. ] I was going to blow you in my kitchen, but if you don't want that...
[ A strangled complaint dies in his throat but he holds firm to his guns and ignores his cheeks turning a hot red, wrapping his arms around Chris's neck. The abuse of Chris's hair ought to be noted in a medical log, given the way Loki uses it to punish him.
Yes, he wants that too, but the truth bubbles up in frustration as he kisses him with a plaintive keen on his tongue. ]
I'm not going to last twice this time.
[ It was a handful of months too long, for both of them. ]
[ One of the things Chris loves about Loki is how quick he is to blush, a fierce tide of color washing over his cheeks so quickly and easily, a perfect way for Chris to gauge how well he's doing at turning him on.
Admittedly, the hard cock in his hand is a pretty good giveaway, too.
The yanking on his hair gets mostly ignored outside of a few grunts when it's especially hard, but that plaintive little keen gets a sympathetic hum and a little nuzzle as the kiss breaks. ]
Okay, baby. Hold on. [ Perched up on the counter like this, it's very easy for Chris to tug him a little closer and get his hands under Loki's thighs so he can take a step back and carry him out of the kitchen. ] Couch or bed?
[ Chris is going to have to find a way to walk with Loki squirming against him, kicking off his boots and socks along the way of wherever he's taken. They could fuck on the floor and he wouldn't mind, not as long as Chris was the one doing it. He feels heady with lust, kissing him noisily, and it's all because he cares about (and missed) the man carrying him around his old-fashioned cabin.
Loki nips at an earlobe when his kisses glide there, thighs tensing. ]
[ It's not easy to walk with a squirming godling in his arms, especially not when said godling keeps kissing him, his mouth trailing over Chris's cheek and up his neck, grasping fingers pulling at his hair and his collar both as he tries to avoid running into anything.
At one point, he has to lean Loki up against the wall, grinding up into him as he rumbles a deep hum, his fingers digging into the meat of Loki's thighs while he tries to get himself together again. ]
Have you? [ If his voice sounds a little strangled, well, no it doesn't, shut up. ]
[ Hearing Chris sound as needy as he is has Loki laughing, breathless though it is. He is absolutely no use when shoved against a wall and simply uses it as an excuse to grind down over the burgeoning erection in Chris's pants, hips flicking back and forth so that his words hitch when he talks.
He adds a little flair by a kissed ear, leaning into the dirty talk that gets Chris so reactive. ]
The amount of times I wanted to drag you on top of me and have you fuck me until I was crying for you to stop ... I never really wanted you to stop though, Chris. I always want my Daddy's big cock filling me up with his come, it makes me feel like such a [ warmth ripples through Loki, the truth of the way praise affects him making him shudder and gasp, ] good boy.
[ When their little game stopped being just that, he doesn't know. ]
[ He'd take umbrage at Loki laughing at him if it wasn't abundantly clear that Loki's just as on edge as he is himself, his hard cock smearing precome over the front of Chris's shirt as he wriggles in his arms, trying to grind up on him as Chris tries, and fails, to walk them towards his bedroom.
Giving in, he pivots his course trajectory and instead heads for one of the couches by the fireplace, currently dark and dormant in deference to the warm weather while the sun is shining, so he can all but toss Loki down onto the still-firm cushions. ]
Take your clothes off, [ he orders, already undoing the line of buttons down his front as he admires the sight of Loki sprawled over his cushions with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed red and his cock straining up from his opened flies. ]
[ Bouncing a little when tossed down Loki wastes no time and heeds the demand, wriggling out of his shirt and then his pants, both of which he tosses somewhere out of sight; nothing matters beyond his peripheral vision, not when Chris is unbuttoning in front of him. Once naked he tips his head back on the armrest and bends his knees up as if to coyly hide his erection, both hands over his mouth so only his big green eyes can tease Chris with a mock-innocent expression (really, he's trying not to laugh). ]
What are you going to do to me, you roughshod cowboy?
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And there's chili, too. Of course there is, Chris is a genius. ]
I hope you kept your yawns in the single digits. [ Meetings, ew. ] I'm glad the dogfighters didn't cause your ship too much damage.
[ The ship being Chris's real home, darling though the house is. ]
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I've long ago learned how to yawn with my mouth closed. Now if only I could sleep with my eyes open...
[ He chuckles, stroking his fingertips up and down the shallow groove of Loki's spine, skimming over his shirt lightly. ]
Nothing that can't be repaired. The worst hit were the crew, but luckily we sustained no casualties. [ Some of the worst injured are having to retire from active duty, another reason that the Enterprise is here on Earth, to deposit the injured in better long-term recovery facilities and to pick up new crew to replace them. Chris didn't have to deliver any eulogies, for which he is more than grateful. ]
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My father would say it was a shame no one died in battle, it's a great honour for Asgardians to fall with a sword in their hand. The Valkyries guide their souls to Valhalla where they feast forever as the glorious dead.
[ Loki gives a soft snort, leaning back to offer up (oh, that's weird) a smile. ]
I, however, am glad your crew made it.
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[ First of all, they don't carry swords, so that sort of rules out that option. For another, even though he's currently the most decorated starship captain still actively serving, Chris views resorting to violence as a failure, far preferring diplomacy and strategy as solutions for conflict.
That being said, there is a certain nobility in giving up your life for your cause, so in that respect, he can see where Loki's father is coming from. Starfleet doesn't have Valkyries to guide their dead to Valhalla, though.
He lifts his hand to cover Loki's on his chest, rubbing his thumb over his fingers soothingly. ]
Me too. I hate feeling like I've failed them.
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[ Humming, he tangles his fingers with Chris's and adopts a more playful tone. ]
This is very heavy talk over my cooling bread.
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[ Though that does bolster his spirit a little. He remembers serving under other captains, the steadfast conviction he felt that he would gladly do his duty and would be willing to die to accomplish it if needs be; hell, even now he'd give his life for Bob's if he had to, and he hasn't served under him since he got promoted to Admiral and Chris took over his job.
Lifting their tangled fingers up, he presses a kiss to Loki's knuckles since he knows he likes it when Chris does little things like that. ]
Your bread, is it?
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[ A tingle goes through his hand under Chris's kiss and Loki grins widely, playfully hip-checking him against the counter. His cheeks burn with a blush, too glad to be back with him and too embarrassed about it by far to admit it in words. ]
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[ Like Chris didn't actively plan for that, making sure he had clean sheets on the bed and soft towels in the bathroom and plenty of lube in the bedside table just in case.
Loki's cheeks flame bright pink as he grins and it sets an answering glow alight in Chris's chest, one that has him tightening the arm he has around Loki's waist and ducking his head down much farther than he's used to so he can kiss him again, slow and sensual like he's making a point. ]
Good.
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[ His smile melts into Chris's kiss with a chuckle and then Loki forgets about the time that has separated them, the events in between since he last had the luxury to run his fingers through thick greying hair and give a satisfied tug, body sagging forward so that his hips slot into place against Chris's on instinct. It's been far too long since he drowned in the scent and taste of his cross-dimensional boyfriend and he makes full use of having him back now, brushing a bent knee outside a thigh just to be extra welcoming now they have all the privacy in the world. ]
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[ Baking bread is too time-consuming a task to really embark on whilst onboard, though he could do it if he wanted to. Most of the time he's happy to cook and just have the replicator deal with the bread, baking takes so much more planning than cooking and he's rarely in the mood for it.
This is a pretty good argument for doing it more often, though.
Loki sags into him and reaches up to grab at his hair, prompting Chris to make a deep noise in the back of his throat as Loki rubs his leg up and along the outside of Chris's, their clothes suddenly feeling like barriers Chris is deeply annoyed by. ]
How hungry are you?
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[ Eyes twinkling with mischief as he feels Chris reacting, he drags his mouth up the line of his neck to find the hinge of a jaw and works on a possessive lovebite there, inhaling on a low moan. He arches into Chris and this time drags him closer by a hip to feel his own insistent grind, fingers still tangled in his hair.
Loki lips part from Chris's neck with a wet kiss, his voicer rougher as arousal easily spirals through him. It should be humiliating how open he is to wanting Chris but it feels to good to deny, a laugh catching in his throat. ]
Little pent-up are we, Captain?
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Since there's nowhere Chris has to be and nobody he has to see for a nice long while, he makes no move to try and squirm away from it, his fingers pressing sharply into Loki's sides where his hands rest. ]
It's been months. [ Has it? It certainly felt that way for Chris, left alone in his suddenly too-large bed, his quarters reminding him of Loki at every turn and yet always depressingly empty.
Grabbing Loki by his hips, he hoists him up onto the counter, immediately stepping between his knees to bring them back together again. Maybe it's a good thing Loki shrunk himself a little there, or Chris would have no hope of reaching his mouth for a kiss right now. ]
I didn't have any Valkyries around to flirt with.
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Poor old Daddy.
[ Barely able to keep his joy subdued, he combs through Chris's hair and give a tug to get his head tipped back for a lurid, open-mouthed kiss, writhing against him with legs spread so Chris can feel Loki's readying erection. He could get hard with a look, sure, but this works far faster ... as does the knowledge Chris hasn't been with anyone either. He ought to be rewarded for that.
Loki breathes into their kisses, tongue dipping in between promises.
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I'm going to be so hot and tight for you, you'll see. That's what you want, isn't it? Baby to wrap himself around that big dick of yours and ride it? I will, I will ...
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The bulge of his cock presses against Chris's stomach as he leans in close so Loki can grab at his hair and lick into his mouth, all things Chris is fully on board with, and he telegraphs that by letting his hands roam as much as they want, petting up Loki's thighs and smoothing around his waist, slipping beneath his shirt for a moment before dropping back down to grab at his ass where it sits on the counter.
He groans as Loki murmurs promises against his lips, allowing himself the freedom to react as much as he'd like without holding himself back, feeling safe in his own home and wanting to let Loki know that, yeah, that kind of talk works for him.
One hand slips between them to palm the hardening shape of Loki's dick through his jeans, kneading him lightly before snapping open the button one-handed and reaching for the zipper. ]
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Don't you dare make me come without fucking me first.
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Lifting his head a little from where he'd had it ducked down so he could watch, he grins and nips lightly at Loki's chin. ]
Not even a little bit?
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Play later, [ it sounds ragged as demands go, rubbing the full length of Chris like he really can't help himself, cock slippery with precome in a fist, ] I need this inside me right now.
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Alright, fine. [ Like it's some kind of imposition. Really, Chris, you're not fooling anybody. ] I was going to blow you in my kitchen, but if you don't want that...
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Yes, he wants that too, but the truth bubbles up in frustration as he kisses him with a plaintive keen on his tongue. ]
I'm not going to last twice this time.
[ It was a handful of months too long, for both of them. ]
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Admittedly, the hard cock in his hand is a pretty good giveaway, too.
The yanking on his hair gets mostly ignored outside of a few grunts when it's especially hard, but that plaintive little keen gets a sympathetic hum and a little nuzzle as the kiss breaks. ]
Okay, baby. Hold on. [ Perched up on the counter like this, it's very easy for Chris to tug him a little closer and get his hands under Loki's thighs so he can take a step back and carry him out of the kitchen. ] Couch or bed?
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[ Chris is going to have to find a way to walk with Loki squirming against him, kicking off his boots and socks along the way of wherever he's taken. They could fuck on the floor and he wouldn't mind, not as long as Chris was the one doing it. He feels heady with lust, kissing him noisily, and it's all because he cares about (and missed) the man carrying him around his old-fashioned cabin.
Loki nips at an earlobe when his kisses glide there, thighs tensing. ]
Gods, I've been dreaming about you.
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At one point, he has to lean Loki up against the wall, grinding up into him as he rumbles a deep hum, his fingers digging into the meat of Loki's thighs while he tries to get himself together again. ]
Have you? [ If his voice sounds a little strangled, well, no it doesn't, shut up. ]
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[ Hearing Chris sound as needy as he is has Loki laughing, breathless though it is. He is absolutely no use when shoved against a wall and simply uses it as an excuse to grind down over the burgeoning erection in Chris's pants, hips flicking back and forth so that his words hitch when he talks.
He adds a little flair by a kissed ear, leaning into the dirty talk that gets Chris so reactive. ]
The amount of times I wanted to drag you on top of me and have you fuck me until I was crying for you to stop ... I never really wanted you to stop though, Chris. I always want my Daddy's big cock filling me up with his come, it makes me feel like such a [ warmth ripples through Loki, the truth of the way praise affects him making him shudder and gasp, ] good boy.
[ When their little game stopped being just that, he doesn't know. ]
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Giving in, he pivots his course trajectory and instead heads for one of the couches by the fireplace, currently dark and dormant in deference to the warm weather while the sun is shining, so he can all but toss Loki down onto the still-firm cushions. ]
Take your clothes off, [ he orders, already undoing the line of buttons down his front as he admires the sight of Loki sprawled over his cushions with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed red and his cock straining up from his opened flies. ]
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What are you going to do to me, you roughshod cowboy?
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