[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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. ]
[ '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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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). ]
[ The way Loki reacts to his touch makes Chris want to bundle him up in a blanket and keep him safe, or maybe to drop to his knees and bend him over the couch or the kitchen table so he can do more than just tease with his fingers, but he really does want to go check on the horses, and also the chili should probably come out of the warming oven by now so it doesn't slowly dehydrate itself into a crisp.
It's something to consider for later, exploring just why Loki looks so shocked to have Chris touch him casually after everything they've done together.
Stealing one last quick kiss before Loki wanders off, Chris watches him go with a considering tilt to his head before turning and walking away himself, heading to the kitchen, first. Washing his cock and balls in the kitchen sink is not something he ever thought he'd be doing, but here he is, and it makes doing up his jeans again much more comfortable. A quick handwashing later, and he's feeling much more human, able to grab that earlier-discarded kitchen towel so he can reach into the slow oven and pull out the chili to set on top of the stove, safely pushed to the back just to be careful. The smell of spiced beans and meat mingles with the bread already ready to be cut into and it makes his stomach growl, making him chuckle even though he's the only one who's heard.
Raking his fingers through his hair, he leaves the kitchen and walks out onto the large deck on the back of the house, leaving the glass doors open in his wake, and puts his fingers to his mouth. A piercing whistle follows, one that has the dappled gray gelding cavorting out in the field immediately turn his head, though he seems reluctant to leave his new friend. Chris whistles again, longer this time, and eventually the horse comes trotting up towards him, slowly like a scolded puppy at a dog park. ]
Did you leave your sister trapped in her stall while you decided to go gallivanting around with Sleipnir? [ he asks, stroking his hands up and down the muzzle of the horse that immediately tries to nuzzle at his pockets for treats. ]
[ Loki jerks off once more in the bath, he can't help it and it settles some of his frayed nerves. Thankfully he's all done washing up by then and rinses the whole tub before wondering what to wear on his sore ass, mooching into what he believes to be Chris's bedroom (the only lived-in one) to peek inside his wardrobe and drawers. Over some soft green leggings that he magics up, Loki pulls on a plaid shirt that smells like Chris even though it's clean, rolling up the slightly too-big sleeves with satisfaction and letting the rest hang to partially hide his ass.
Hearing a whistle, then another, he peers out the window to see the regular horse trotting over and Sleipnir's annoyed approach, Loki taking that as his cue to head back downstairs. Damp hair curls into the warm nape of Chris's shirt, tousled by a hand raking through as he heads over to the kitchen. It smells incredible in there and is far more interesting to investigate than whatever Chris is up to on the deck with the kids, as he called them (cute).
Sleipnir whinnies, cantering over to a halt beside the much smaller gelding. He spots the nosing for treats and his large head bows as he goes for Chris's other pocket, snuffling. ]
[ Sleipnir only seems mildly annoyed when he comes trotting over, his eight hooves making quite a racket even on the soft prairie grass, but it seems he's just as easily distracted as Tango is, because it's not long before two heads are butting at his middle, one about the size of his entire torso and more than strong enough to send him stumbling with a loud laugh. ]
Boys! [ Supremely confident of his welcome, or maybe just not thinking too hard, he pats over both horse's skulls, scratching under their forelocks and nudging them away from his jeans. ] I don't have anything with me, stop that.
[ Sleipnir gives Chris a doubtful look, glancing over to the open sliding doors where the scent of chili is wafting out. He lifts his head to look over Chris and snorts, sniffing suspiciously. ]
[ Somehow, despite his enormous size and very intelligent mien, Chris still manages to forget how intelligent Sleipnir is. Although, in his defense, he doesn't know him that well just yet. Still, he clucks his tongue and rubs his hand down the stallion's nose, frowning at him. ]
No. That's for your mother. [ Father? No, mother. ] Lord knows what all those spices will do to your digestive system.
[ He thinks he can hear movement in the kitchen, but right now, his attention is fully taken up with the horses he's trying to corral. Whatever Loki is doing can wait. Actually... ]
Sweetheart? [ he calls over his shoulder, still trying to keep either horse from clopping up the steps and trying to muscle past him into the house. ] Can you get me something for the horses from the fridge? Carrots, apples, whatever.
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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.
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... 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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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?
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Quietly, Loki admits, ]
I love you.
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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Idiots ...
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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?
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
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[ 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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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.
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[ 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?
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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.
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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 ...
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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.
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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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It's something to consider for later, exploring just why Loki looks so shocked to have Chris touch him casually after everything they've done together.
Stealing one last quick kiss before Loki wanders off, Chris watches him go with a considering tilt to his head before turning and walking away himself, heading to the kitchen, first. Washing his cock and balls in the kitchen sink is not something he ever thought he'd be doing, but here he is, and it makes doing up his jeans again much more comfortable. A quick handwashing later, and he's feeling much more human, able to grab that earlier-discarded kitchen towel so he can reach into the slow oven and pull out the chili to set on top of the stove, safely pushed to the back just to be careful. The smell of spiced beans and meat mingles with the bread already ready to be cut into and it makes his stomach growl, making him chuckle even though he's the only one who's heard.
Raking his fingers through his hair, he leaves the kitchen and walks out onto the large deck on the back of the house, leaving the glass doors open in his wake, and puts his fingers to his mouth. A piercing whistle follows, one that has the dappled gray gelding cavorting out in the field immediately turn his head, though he seems reluctant to leave his new friend. Chris whistles again, longer this time, and eventually the horse comes trotting up towards him, slowly like a scolded puppy at a dog park. ]
Did you leave your sister trapped in her stall while you decided to go gallivanting around with Sleipnir? [ he asks, stroking his hands up and down the muzzle of the horse that immediately tries to nuzzle at his pockets for treats. ]
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Hearing a whistle, then another, he peers out the window to see the regular horse trotting over and Sleipnir's annoyed approach, Loki taking that as his cue to head back downstairs. Damp hair curls into the warm nape of Chris's shirt, tousled by a hand raking through as he heads over to the kitchen. It smells incredible in there and is far more interesting to investigate than whatever Chris is up to on the deck with the kids, as he called them (cute).
Sleipnir whinnies, cantering over to a halt beside the much smaller gelding. He spots the nosing for treats and his large head bows as he goes for Chris's other pocket, snuffling. ]
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Boys! [ Supremely confident of his welcome, or maybe just not thinking too hard, he pats over both horse's skulls, scratching under their forelocks and nudging them away from his jeans. ] I don't have anything with me, stop that.
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No. That's for your mother. [ Father? No, mother. ] Lord knows what all those spices will do to your digestive system.
[ He thinks he can hear movement in the kitchen, but right now, his attention is fully taken up with the horses he's trying to corral. Whatever Loki is doing can wait. Actually... ]
Sweetheart? [ he calls over his shoulder, still trying to keep either horse from clopping up the steps and trying to muscle past him into the house. ] Can you get me something for the horses from the fridge? Carrots, apples, whatever.
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