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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. ]

[ The hollow noise of pure want as Chris braces Loki's leg higher fills the room followed by a host of pleas, Chris's name prime among them. It's perfect, just the two of them trying to get as close as possible with the wet slap of flesh all that Loki can hear and the burning hardness driving into his body all he can feel, right up until he can't take it anymore and cries out when Chris fucks him full of hot come.

Loki spills over his own chest without needing to be touched, cock throbbing and balls tight as he turns his head to the side and sobs with the force of his own orgasm. The room whites out at the edges and he moans, dragging down rattling breaths, absently glad no one but Chris has heard him make such a noise. ]

[ The noises Loki makes in his ear would have been enough to send Chris over the edge if he wasn't already coming, those desperate whimpers and wrung-out sobs searing through him like electricity, hooking him beneath his ribs and yanking him in so he tumbles in a free-fall of sensation that feels like it goes on forever.

There's a hot mess between them when he finally stops jerking helplessly, eventually coming back to himself to discover he's slumped over the slimmer form of his boyfriend pinned beneath him, their bodies plastered together. He's loath to pull away, though, so all he does is shift his weight a little, letting Loki's leg slip back down and tucking himself in nice and closer, half-on and half-beside the other body on the couch as best as possible without both of them falling off onto the floor. ]

God. That was... [ He nuzzles a kiss into Loki's shoulder, then lifts his chin a little to nudge him affectionately on the jaw. ] So good.

[ Without Chris propping his leg up it slides down, numb and aching like the rest of him. Loki twists his upper body to face Chris on his side and squirrels into his heat, still twitching with the aftershocks of having his nerves run ragged and blood boiled. Soft sighs agree and his weight sinks toward his boyfriend as the world returns to something like a widening focus.

... He'll find his own limbs in a minute once he isn't overwhelmed by everything else. That was absolutely not a quick, fun fuck for the Hel of it. ]

I'm ... I think I'll have ... some chili now. Worked up an appetite.

[ Haha. ]

[ There's an awful lot of wriggling for a minute or two, both of them trying to get comfortable without running the risk of toppling off the couch, but eventually they settle down with Loki burrowed in close to Chris's chest and Chris's arm draped over his side, their legs tangled. ]

Mm. [ Chris doesn't seem to be in a hurry to let go of him, if the way he tightens his arm around Loki's waist is any indication, or the way he nuzzles into his hair and lets out a deep sigh. ] In a minute.

[ Compliantly boneless as they settle into optimal cuddling positions, Loki yawns and stays snuggled close to keep leeching Chris's heat. They need a blanket, he thinks, or a fireplace to nap beside ...

He can't stop smiling, it's annoying. ]

Chris?

[ It feels wrong to speak, to interrupt the quiet. Poking him gently in the chest where Loki's hands have curled, he lays his palm flat over the beat of a heart and concentrates on that. ]

[ A blanket would definitely be nice, a crackling fire even better, but he doesn't have any blankets nearby and the fireplace is all the way on the other side of the room and not laid besides, so they're going to have to make do with just their bodies slowly cooling together.

Loki pokes him in the chest and he grumbles, though he settles down quickly when his palm presses against his chest again like he's trying to soothe him. ]

Yeah, baby?

[ Baby. Loki sighs, incredibly happy and every bit suspicious of it not being real. He closes his eyes and plants a soft kiss on a collar-bone, nosing back and forth. If everything gets spoiled after this, he had this moment and all of those before it.

Quietly, Loki admits, ]

I love you.

[ Oh.

Somehow, despite all the signs pointing straight to this, Chris can't help but be surprised to hear Loki say those three little words, one syllable each, yet so very powerful nonetheless.

Part of him feels like this is moving too fast. They've not really spent all that much time together, not in the grand scheme of things, and yet what time they do spend together they're wholly wrapped up in each other. Is quality of time spent together more important than quantity of time?

Chris thinks about how his heart swells when Loki turns to him for comfort, when he demonstrates the trust he has in Chris to make him feel better, when he tells him a secret or explains something personal and shows off what his magic can do. He thinks of him bringing his son here to Chris's home — in this case, his son is a massive eight-legged stallion, but whatever — thinks of him curled up in his lap as a little orange fox, thinks of his pout when Chris scolded him and of his blushing smile when he praised him. All these things, all these details, all indelibly etched into his heart.

He thinks of the less than a decade he has left to him before his life is irrevocably changed. Maybe it is moving too fast, but Chris doesn't have a lot of time left. Who cares if it's too fast? It doesn't feel wrong.

On the contrary, it feels inevitable, inescapable, preordained. Some sort of cosmic payback for the fact that his life will be cut short all too soon.

Smiling, he turns his head in towards Loki's, nuzzling at his hairline and pressing a little kiss to his temple. ]

I love you too.

[ 'Does Loki cry?' 'But briefly.' He used to think that was the deepest thing he ever told himself, now wiping his eyes dry as he nods into the kiss near his ear. He doesn't say anything to spoil the moment and simply settles back down for a nap, sliding an arm around Chris to hold onto him in turn as if afraid to lose him when he isn't looking.

That always happens to the people Loki loves. Everyone leaves.

But Chris is warm and adoring, he loves and likes him, he has a whole starship to captain and stay on for who knows how many decades to come; Loki wants to be visiting him when all of Chris's hair has gone grey and he has to retire to his country house with a whole herd of horses.

For a while, Loki sleeps soundly. ]

[ Chris is a little alarmed to feel moisture on his collarbone, but Loki doesn't pull away and his shoulders don't hitch, so he contents himself with murmuring nonsensically into Loki's hair and petting his hand up and down his spine until he feels him settle down and relax in his arms.

He dozes for a little while, soothed by the warmth of the body plastered to his front and the slow ebb of endorphins in his system, but he never quite falls fully asleep, lingering in that half-aware fog as he cups the thigh Loki has flung over his with one hand, his thumb slowly brushing back and forth against its perfectly smooth skin. ]

[ The peace and quiet is eventually shattered by a loud, indignant neigh that echoes in the valley outside, accompanied by a trampling of too many hooves to be polite. Groaning, Loki reluctantly turns his head to see Sleipnir racing around with, surprisingly (the hooves were deceptive!) another horse he doesn't recognise. How exactly Sleipnir managed to free his newest friend is not a massive mystery given who his mother is, so Loki huffs and returns to his position cuddled against Chris, determined to ignore the horses prancing about past the windows. ]

Idiots ...

[ The loud neigh jerks Chris out of his slumber, but thankfully not enough to send him leaping from the couch. It's only the weight of Loki against his chest, and the way that he groans as he twists to look out the windows that keeps him from trying to get up to investigate; Loki doesn't seem to be that alarmed by what's going on, and when Chris looks past him out the windows to the rolling green lawn beyond, he can see one absolutely giant black stallion cavorting around with a much smaller dappled grey.

Chuckling, he settles back down and drapes his arm back over Loki's body. ]

Did your son just break one of my horses out of the stable?

Mmhm. You're lucky he didn't eat the chili.

[ Loki wriggles in with a snort, tracing protective runes over Chris's back. No magic, just sentiment.

Even from far away, Sleipnir is awfully loud. ]

Please tell me you have a water-based shower here.

I'd be impressed if he could get into the oven to get it out.

[ Then again, considering how he got into the stable and let out what looks like Tango, maybe Chris wouldn't be impressed. It seems Sleipnir really is far cleverer than he looks.

He ducks his head and presses a kiss to Loki's hair. ]

Not only that, but I also have a bathtub.

He's got eight legs, don't underestimate what half of those can do in a pinch.

[ In the wake of their emotional admissions Loki is pleased to find no awkwardness awaits them once they return to the world of the living, finally propping up on a bent arm to drop a chaste kiss on Chris. ]

Mind if I freshen up in that tub of yours? Alone.

[ Mister!! ]

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