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[ 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?

Whichever's closest.

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

Oh, yes.

[ 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?

[ While he can be mercurial at times, Loki's general mood seems to swing towards the positive when he's with Chris, though this tittering is mostly new. Chris almost feels like he wants to ask just what the hell is going on, but that would distract them both, and right now, he doesn't care why Loki's on the brink of dissolving into giggles. ]

What you asked me to, pretty baby.

[ Shrugging out of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, he snaps open his jeans and shoves them down far enough he can wrap his fist around his cock and stroke as he watches Loki pose coquettishly on his sofa.

Reaching out with his free hand, he grabs one of those slim ankles and tugs, pulling Loki back into something closer to a sprawl so that Chris can climb on top of him and push those hands aside so he can steal a harsh kiss made far too messy thanks to them both grinning like idiots. ]

[ He could go blind from watching Chris pleasure himself, holy shit. A gasp leaves him as he's tugged forward, legs falling open to welcome Chris as Loki grins up far more devilishly with his teasing blown, laughing into the lascivious kiss.

How is he supposed to do anything but wind himself around Chris and let the world know with his moans how good it feels to be skin-on-skin close again? He paws at Chris's shoulders and back, dragging him in by the dip of his spine with hands and clenching thighs, unable to stop touching for a single moment because if he does their cocks won't be rutting so delicously and he might die. Loki is a needy mess, demanding without any sense and all hedonism, easily distracted by the way Chris's body covers his. ]

[ One day he's going to remember to ask Loki to explain the frost giant comment in more detail; is that why his skin feels cool and smooth like marble the first time Chris touches him? Then how does he warm up so quickly, so that by the time their clothes are shed and they're rutting into each other mindlessly he feels as warm as any human, his cock blood-hot and needy where it rubs up alongside Chris's, warm and wet and demanding attention?

The scientist in Chris, latent though he may be, wants answers to all the questions he hasn't asked yet, but the majority of him is content to simply enjoy things as they are, to live in the moment and let himself be distracted by that needy kiss and those grasping hands as Loki writhes beneath him.

As much as the idea of just frotting together until they come in a messy splash between them appeals, Loki gave him very clear instructions earlier, and Chris prides himself on following the rules. When he wants to, at least. Tapping the outside of one pale thigh with a flat palm, he holds up his hand and wiggles his fingers. ]

Do your magic, baby.

[ Chris bought lube in anticipation of this visit. It's in the bedroom, though, and he wouldn't climb out of Loki's arms right now even if the house was burning down around them. ]

[ The spell is whispered as he licks across Chris's lower lip, Loki hitching a knee high around Chris's waist with a little more contortion than normal as he makes use of his bendy nature.

He cups Chris's face for a kiss and gives him as stern a look as he can serve up when begging to be fucked. ]

Don't take forever, lover. I won't break.

I'll take exactly as long as I need to.

[ Which, probably, won't be all that long. As much as Chris enjoys prolonging things, savoring the anticipation, he's feeling a little bit desperate right now after so long with just his hand for company, and Loki is a tempting sight at the worst of times, forget when he's naked and writing and practically panting for it.

A little clumsy, Chris still manages to be careful as he twists his wrist so he can reach Loki's entrance without spilling any of the lube he so kindly provided, just rubbing for a moment before dipping the tip of one finger past that tight ring of muscle. ]

[ Taking that first finger with an inhale makes it easier, as does laying back on the couch to stretch out. He lets go of Chris to make himself as tempting a sight as he can, arms above his head and lip bitten as he arches his back to ride that first finger with a stubbornly steady grind that he hopes will prove his point; no need to be careful, not for Chris when any pain would morph into pleasure for Loki anyway. Even when his breath hitches and he tenses, he pushes down harder to chase the intrusion in a hungry display of what he wants. ]

Surprised ... you didn't sleep with anyone else.

[ It's true and the opportune moment to admit it, batting his lashes up across the scant distance between them. ]

[ He does mourn Loki being wrapped around him, but the sight of him stretched out across his couch like that is just as appealing, so all in all, Chris doesn't try to chase him down. For one thing, he's a little bit busy, inching his finger deeper inside the hot clutch of Loki's body, trying to be careful while battling the urge to just replace his finger with his cock and ram all the way home.

He would never, far too afraid of hurting his partner, which is what makes the fantasizing about it fun.

Still, Loki seems fine, more than fine, even, so after satisfying himself that one is alright, he removes his hand to fit a second finger in alongside the first to slip inside inch by careful inch.

Of course Loki chooses now to bring up an issue they never got around to discussing; Chris vividly remembers being asked if they were dating while he was balls-deep in Loki's cunt, the hot clutch of her body working better than any truth serum ever could, pulling an all-too honest answer straight from his sternum. Funnily enough, the same holds true today, because he opens his mouth to answer without even thinking of what to say, letting the truth spill carelessly from his lips. ]

Why would I?

[ Try as he might to be glib he's still shorter and smaller than usual, out of emotional reasons more than anything, and Loki's expression flutters when a second finger slides in alongside its twin. He closes his eyes and swallows, licking his lips. A grip starts to form on the armrest above.

The shake of his head comes with a thready laugh. ]

Why wouldn't you?

[ It's a better question from his POV, cracking his eyes open to see Chris above. ]

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[ Loki isn't the only one grabbing on to the armrest; Chris has all his weight braced over them both like that, perched on his knees and leaning over Loki's stretched-out form beneath him. He honestly doesn't mind one way or the other how tall Loki feels like being on any given day, but when he's this height, they do tend to fit a little better on the couch. He'll mention that another time.

Blinking down at his boyfriend, his hair falling in his eyes and disheveled from those long fingers tugging at it so long, he shakes his head a little too. ]

They weren't you.

[ He curls his fingers. ]

Oh... !

[ It's an answer and a reflex as Chris rubs up against his prostate, making Loki arch up against him as his lashes flutter closed. He presses one hand against Chris's bare chest to pet the firmness of his weight as it bears down, nails raking through short hairs, and nods once he stops bucking too much; his legs falling open of their own accord even wider is a pretty good hint he's ready but Chris needs words, which Loki can respect.

They weren't you.

His whole body feels like it echoes that sentiment, starved for Chris's touch ... and love. ]

Do it, please, I'm ready. Please, Chris!

[ Chris looks at many beautiful things often. The beauty of man-made architecture like his ship, the beauty of the natural vista outside his home, the beauty of the vastness of outer space... These are things he sees so frequently that they almost become banal, and yet he likes to think that he'd never become numb to them.

Loki is so beautiful in this moment, his long lashes fluttering as his eyes close, his kiss-swollen lips falling open on a gasp, his back bowing as he arches up into Chris's weight bearing down from above him. Chris can't help looking at him and thinking he could give up all the beauty found outside these walls so long as he could keep looking at the sight Loki presents, as long as he could keep being recipient of his touch.

Loki spreads his legs wider and gasps out his readiness, and while Chris might personally prefer to spend a little more time stretching him just to be certain he won't hurt him, especially after all this time, he finds himself just as desperate to continue.

Withdrawing his fingers reluctantly, he smears the leftover lubricant still coating his hand over the length of his almost painfully-hard cock and then shuffles a little to align himself, holding his shaft steady as he carefully presses in to the tight clench of Loki's body.

Letting his head bow down between his shoulders, he rests his forehead against Loki's as he slowly inches forward, panting against his lips until he bottoms out with a low groan and a curse. ]

The things you do to me, sweetheart.

[ It takes him back to the big couch in the captain's quarters, the last time he had Chris buried inside and sharing heartbeats. Loki keeps biting his lip until Chris is fully seated, knees brushing their way around his hips and the pants shrugged down there, heel hooking over his ass to keep him there. Unable to stop a tide of broken noises spilling from under his breath while the thick length of that cock spread him out, Loki nudges their foreheads to angle for a kiss that captures Chris's groan. ]

I could say the same.

[ A cheeky grin briefly flares as he tightens up around Chris, tilting his head back on a gasp as a result. ]

[ Needing a moment to collect himself, Chris sinks his weight against Loki and just breathes, accepting the kiss that's pressed to his lips when Loki lifts his chin a little.

It hadn't been so long that he'd forgotten how it felt to have Loki open himself up like this, and yet he almost had forgotten, unprepared and overwhelmed by the hot clutch of his body and the way his muscles could ripple around the intrusion of Chris's cock in a way that had to be calculated to make him grunt and drop his head even farther to nestle in the crook of that long, pale neck. ]

Ah, hell. Loki.

[ He kisses the join of his neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin, wanting to just stay here forever and forget about anything outside of this little bubble of shared breath and touching skin. ]

Mmmmmm ...

[ With every breath he can feel Chris inside, filling him up to the point of distraction. Loki ruffles through Chris's hair and spreads his fingers down his back, kneading his way down to his ass, drifting in a hot haze of lust mingled with something far more tender in its relief. ]

Chrissss. So good.

[ The lips on his shoulder are tickling him and he ducks his head to capture them, an irrepressible smile in place. ]

Hi, honey.

[ Taking a moment to adjust his weight, bracing himself on one elbow planted on the cushions, Chris lifts his head when prompted so Loki can kiss him and then just lets himself look, his eyes tracing every plane of that well-loved face as his hand lifts to smooth Loki's hair back in a slow and deliberate caress. ]

Hi, baby.

[ That same hand shifts to stroke his cheek, his thumb brushing along his lower lip as Chris starts to slowly rock his hips. ]

Have I mentioned I missed you?

[ Sex was so impersonal before Chris. Loki didn't care about it in great detail, mostly because it was faster to turn around and let Sigurd or any other man have his way as fast as possible, jerking off in the interim, which wasn't to say his lovers were bad but none of them wanted to cradle Loki on a couch and look into his eyes, tenderly tracing his lips as they fucked him. This is all relatively new and entirely enthralling, parting his tickled lips to taste Chris's thumb as a hitched noise leaves Loki with the way his lover starts to move inside him. It's dizzyingly good, Chris is so hard that Loki can't breathe without feeling the way he's being fucked, pinned beneath him with black nails lightly, mindlessly scrabbling down a broad back before digging in near a dip.

He shakes his head to be a brat, too flustered to focus on much more than meeting Chris at the perfect angle to let him sink back in to the base on each shallow thrust. ]

You, uhh ...

[ Thinking coherently is temporarily off the table. ]

[ It's a heady thrill, to watch the way Loki flusters, to see the precise moment he gives up on speech and just lets himself ride the wave of physical feeling and emotion both, to know that he was the one to silence that glib tongue and not through any prosaic methods like filling his mouth with his cock or his fingers, just through the way he touches him and looks at him and lets his thoughts slip out.

To that end, he keeps talking, murmuring quiet praise and promises alike as he rolls his hips to withdraw for a moment that feels far too long before sliding back home, the gentle scrape and burn of Loki's nails dragging down his back making him want to shiver like a horse bucking a fly. ]

You're so good, Loki. [ Sweet thing. Baby. Sweetheart. Any other pet name that bubbles up from his subconscious is fair game, especially since they seem to please Loki and not amuse him, but sometimes, Chris wants to drive his point home by using Loki's actual name. ] So good for me, so sweet. Opening up like this, it's like you were made for me, hm? My pretty baby, exactly where he belongs, here with me.

[ Selfishly, Chris had let himself imagine what it might have been like to keep Loki on the Enterprise, to insist that he stay, or just to simply never talk about him leaving. How it would have felt to come home from his shift to find him in his quarters, to sleep every night with his body beside him, to have someone nearby who would reach out to him and help him get out of his head either through conversation or like this, with the slide of their bodies together.

Sadly, he's too responsible to actually suggest it, knowing that Loki has his own life he has to return to just like Chris can't drop everything he's got on his plate for the thrill of his lover's touch, but daydreaming about it had been nice. ]

[ He thought he would die in flames, or shot in the back, or hewn down by an angry family member. Somehow there is always a lot of violence in the ways Loki imagines his death (and has experienced it before) but now he thinks Chris might be endeavouring to make him fall apart at the seams, made for him to use as Chris says. He gives into the spine-melting pleasure of being fucked into the couch by his boyfriend who tells him pretty baby and you're so good, loving Loki as much as he knows he doesn't deserve. There are a hundred other people on Chris's ship alone who would be worthier of his devotion than Loki. He's a jealous and covetous soul, however, and the thought of anyone else getting to have this makes him boil with envy. Chris says Loki belongs with him, a conversation for later; increasingly, Loki doesn't enjoy leaving or imagining Chris moving on if he does.

Framing Chris's face to keep their kisses steady as they make love (oh no), Loki lets every moan and whimper pour into them around a promise, the rock of their bodies a lull as much as it sets every part of him on fire. ]

I'll always come back to you. [ The heat of Loki's ass cinching around Chris's cock as he fucks Loki half-stupid happens a moment before Loki groans and tenses all over, shivering as his hips buckle to get closer. ] ᚲᛚᚦᛁ! Chris, you have me.

[ One of Chris's strengths, as well as one of his weaknesses, is his overflowing heart just looking for people to care for. Maybe there are others on the ship who Chris could turn that attention to, but he's decided to make Loki the focus of all that devotion. And really, isn't that for the best? That someone who so clearly needs to be loved has fallen directly in the lap of someone who loves so much?

Chris has fallen into the habit of observing his own emotions out of the corner of his eye, resisting the urge to examine them too closely lest they distract him from the mission at hand, but even he can tell that something between them has shifted, something fundamental and important, something that's going to color every single interaction they have going forward.

Loki's hands cradle his face and hold him steady so that their lips don't part even as Loki writhes beneath him, his body tensing and clenching tight as he moans into Chris's mouth, letting out a word that Chris has to assume is a swear, followed by his name and a promise.

Groaning into their kiss, Chris does his level best to get closer, hitching one of Loki's legs up over his arm to open him up wider so Chris can grind in against him like if he just tried hard enough they could become one person instead of two, his brow furrowing as he tries his hardest to keep this going as long as possible so they can wallow in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

Sadly, he's only human, and so after another few deep thrusts, he succumbs to an orgasm that feels at once inevitable and yet shockingly sudden, shuddering wildly as he groans long and loud into what's left of their kiss. ]

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