ikols | open post | psls

[ 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!! ]

[ Chris is so unflappable, so calm in a crisis through long exposure, even if he was feeling off-balance he'd probably do his best to hide it for Loki's sake. Thankfully, he feels pretty good about the exchanged I love yous, especially when he gets given a sweet kiss. ]

Alone? [ He pouts, though he's not that upset. He can take the time to make sure the stables haven't been destroyed or make them lunch or something. ] I suppose. If you must.

You just ruined my ass, at least let me pretty it up a little before you go back for seconds.

[ With a light swat at Chris's chest, Loki extricates himself from the couch and stretches beside it with a very casual, possibly-and-probably poised cocked hip. Come trails slowly down his inner thighs and he turns away from Chris to thoughtfully regard the way out the room.

He asks over a shoulder, all faux-innocence, ] Upstairs, yes?

[ Loki's not fooling anybody with the way he's standing, stretching up with his hip cocked in such a way as to perfectly display those long pale thighs and the mess slowly dripping down them.

Chris swings his legs over the edge of the couch and stands, taking a moment to hoist his jeans back up even if he doesn't fasten them right away. ]

I wouldn't say ruined. [ Because he's being all but dared to, Chris reaches out and swipes his fingertips up the inside of one thigh, catching that trail of come and scooping it back up between Loki's cheeks so he can press one fingertip gently past that still-swollen ring of muscle as he ducks his head and presses his lips behind Loki's ear. ] Keep that where it belongs, hm?

[ Curling his finger teasingly to tug at the rim, he nods towards the stairs. ] First door on the left.

[ Chris just helping himself to fingering Loki's hole has him buckling forward on weak knees, hands on a sweat-cooled chest as Loki uses him to stay upright. He can't stop his thighs from parting as a helpless looks takes over from
the smug playfulness and he arches instinctively to let Chris push past the slick rim, if he wants to. The fact Loki's dick gives a valiant twitch of interest is Chris's penalty for teasing. ]

O-Oh ...

[ Chris reaches automatically to support Loki when his knees buckle, the hand not currently tucked around his ass lifting to help him steady himself even as Loki sets both his hands on Chris's chest.

While the idea of fingering him until he's a trembling mess in his arms definitely holds some appeal, all Chris does is scoop up another dribble of semen and push it back inside Loki's body with gentle pressure before doling out something between a pat and a light smack to the crease where his thigh meets his ass. ]

Go on, sweet thing. Go freshen up. I'll go make sure the kids are behaving.

[ The shock of being treated so familiarly shouldn't have such a strong effect on him, it shouldn't be so unexpected after fucking each other like crazy on a couch, but it's so caring too that Loki is staring at Chris from under his lashes even as a cracked whimper lodges in his throat to feel come being pushed back inside. He's still sore, hands turning to fists, and bows in close as he regains the feeling in his legs out of necessity when dismissed. Walking, right. He can walk all the way to the bathroom with his ass throbbing anew from the fingers he knows can fit inside him whenever they want.

Loki swallows and croaks out, ]

Sure. I'll be quick.

[ No one manhandles him like Chris and his easy confidence, there's always a thrill of newness to their ... relationship. Blushing furiously as that thought melts into ones about Chris stuffing him full of his long fingers whenever he wants, Loki straightens up with the off-centre smack to his ass, flinching only a little. Bathroom, he needs to have a bath. Walk.

Sliding free of Chris's arms, he does just that (a little faster than intended). ]

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