Well. "Partner" makes us sound like we're in business together.
[ To be fair, all Chris seems to want to do with a trapped Loki is cuddle him and maybe make out a little once the worst of the sore feelings have passed. SHIELD probably had other motivations in mind when they tried to capture him. ]
I thought "sugarbaby" implied a certain monetary gain involved. Are you hinting at something? Should I be buying you presents?
[ He sniffs primly, hiding his smile in Loki's hair, and tickles down his back a little as he continues petting him in long, slow strokes. ] I see how it is.
[ Letting his hand linger over the swell of Loki's ass in his soft green leggings, Chris gives him a little squeeze before trailing his fingers down the seam in a light but purposeful press. ]
You're not too sore? You seemed awfully squirmy when I touched you earlier.
Nothing hurts, it's already healing if it was. You're handsy, that's all.
[ That's not the excuse it's cracked up to be, not with Loki blushing, but he does guide Chris's hand on his ass under his leggings to showcase his lubed-up hole.
He bats his lashes up at him, shrugging his way onto a bent elbow. ]
[ Chris can't see Loki's blush, but he can feel the way he hides his face for a moment, and the timbre of his voice has one eyebrow lifting. Easily distracted by the way Loki grabs his hand and slips it under his leggings, though, Chris instead focuses on sliding his fingers between Loki's cheeks to feel the tell-tale slip of lube. ]
Oh did you?
[ Maybe he's just teasing, maybe he really is concerned for Loki's comfort, but instead of slipping his fingers comfortably inside Loki's body, all Chris does is rub with the pads of his fore- and middle finger, just hard enough to induce some more squirming but not hard enough for penetration. ]
[ Draped against Chris, he arches his back to make the curve of his ass more enticing. Loki murmurs along the line of a jaw, kisses catching between words, and he pets over the front of Chris's shirt where the curve of a pec can be felt. ]
I got all toasty in that big bath and pretended my fingers were yours, just like before I left you downstairs.
[ In the spirit of recreating what he was doing before he was left, Chris presses with just enough pressure for one fingertip to slip past that slick ring of muscle, tugging gently to tease but going no further. ]
You like teasing me, [ drawing a breath, he steadies his exhale and arches into the press of that finger, ] enough to, ah, have me on a cushion at your feet.
[ Glacially slowly, he lets his finger sink deeper, his free hand rucking up the shirt Loki stole from him so he can slide his palm up against the long, smooth plane of his back. ]
You know everything you do is a tease, you awful man.
[ Loki could be purring if he had the animal parts for it, instead hitching his knee higher around a hip as he leans in against the large hand travelling up his side. So nice, spending time together like this, lazy touches and endlessly fond kisses. He's being spoiled and knows it. ]
[ Laughing, Chris doesn't refute that accusation because it's absolutely, one hundred percent correct.
Twisting his wrist, he cups Loki's ass comfortably with the rest of his hand, keeping one finger tucked up inside him like this is a casual way to snuggle, like it's perfectly chaste and normal and not at all worth making note of. ]
I do like it. [ He presses a smirking kiss to the part in Loki's hair, feeling very pleased with himself. ] And you like it too, sweet thing.
[ Half-hard but in no rush to hurry that or get off, Loki mouths at the lovebite he already made on Chris's neck and hums in satisfaction as he arches his back. He's as pliant as he ever is, more lucid without the rush of needing to orgasm and utterly relaxed in Chris's hold. ]
[ Slowly, like an afterthought, he presses his finger deeper and then lets it withdraw, a languid and unhurried fucking that's more about the desire to touch than any need to rush to any end goal. He's unlikely to get hard again for a good long while, so this is all for Loki's benefit, and if he seems happy to arch up into Chris's touch like a happy little cat, then Chris is perfectly happy to keep petting him good and slow. ]
Nobody touches you like I do, do they? [ That's fairly obvious by the way Loki reacts to those touches, but he wouldn't mind the confirmation anyway. ]
[ An eye cracks open before closing again and he makes a noise in the back of his throat as confirmation, although that could be mistaken for a moan as his tightens up with a shiver before relaxing again as Chris fucks him to a slowburn rhythm. ]
[ Loki's little noise pressed into Chris's throat has him making an answering noise of his own, a low rumble that's barely any sound at all, hummed into Loki's hair as he spreads his fingers wide against the span of his back to hold him tight up against Chris's body. ]
Gotta look after my pretty baby. Give you what you need.
[ Loki could fall asleep like this, one more reason for him to encourage Chris to wake him up this way too. After basking in the sweetness of his lover's selflessness long enough to gain a pleasant ache in his lower half, minutes more but they last a lifetime in his heart, he pats the wrist of Chris's busier hand and kisses his cheek. ]
Better s-stop or I'll lose all feeling down there.
[ Chris has never been one for meditation, and this certainly wouldn't qualify, but what he is good at is going into power-saver mode, half-closing his eyes and letting himself drift mentally to eat up time that he doesn't have to be fully present for so that he can instead save his energy for other, more pressing moments.
Loki shifting to kiss his cheek has him blinking down at him, his eyebrows lifting. ]
Well, we can't have that. Do you actually want me to stop, or do you want me to get to the point?
[ Carefully, he stops the gentle rocking of his hand down the back of Loki's leggings, winding up with his hand just cupping one cheek comfortably, his other hand reaching out to smooth down the back of his shirt as if straightening his appearance. ]
You think your son is going to behave himself down in the paddock for a few more hours?
[ A wave of his hand and Chris' are clean with a tingle, fresh and ozone-y. Loki curls up with him, brushing his fingers up the nape of a neck and into soft, short hairs. ]
He'll make friends and let himself out when he wants. Don't worry if he has company, he's a good boy.
[ Loki would say the same of himself, of course. ]
[ Having grown very comfortable with Loki's habit of washing them clean with his magic, the tingly feel and sharp smell of his hand getting refreshed is met with barely a blink. He does squeeze Loki's ass cheek before withdrawing his hand from under his leggings so he can use both arms to hug Loki close to his chest and let him cuddle up.
[ Chris lifts a hand off Loki's back to curl a lock of his hair around his finger and tug lightly in playful reproach. ] Oh, I know. You can be terribly wicked when you put your mind to it.
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[ His shrug doesn't disturb the way Chris's hands soothe his nerves, more effective at trapping Loki than anything SHIELD could devise. ]
It was either that or being introduced as your interdimensional sugarbaby.
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[ To be fair, all Chris seems to want to do with a trapped Loki is cuddle him and maybe make out a little once the worst of the sore feelings have passed. SHIELD probably had other motivations in mind when they tried to capture him. ]
I thought "sugarbaby" implied a certain monetary gain involved. Are you hinting at something? Should I be buying you presents?
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[ Loki smiles against Chris's shirt, nuzzling up at his chin. ]
Any gain I get will hopefully come in the form of being fucked awake in the morning.
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[ He sniffs primly, hiding his smile in Loki's hair, and tickles down his back a little as he continues petting him in long, slow strokes. ] I see how it is.
[ Letting his hand linger over the swell of Loki's ass in his soft green leggings, Chris gives him a little squeeze before trailing his fingers down the seam in a light but purposeful press. ]
You're not too sore? You seemed awfully squirmy when I touched you earlier.
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[ That's not the excuse it's cracked up to be, not with Loki blushing, but he does guide Chris's hand on his ass under his leggings to showcase his lubed-up hole.
He bats his lashes up at him, shrugging his way onto a bent elbow. ]
I got hard again in the bath.
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Oh did you?
[ Maybe he's just teasing, maybe he really is concerned for Loki's comfort, but instead of slipping his fingers comfortably inside Loki's body, all Chris does is rub with the pads of his fore- and middle finger, just hard enough to induce some more squirming but not hard enough for penetration. ]
What did you do about it?
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I got all toasty in that big bath and pretended my fingers were yours, just like before I left you downstairs.
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[ In the spirit of recreating what he was doing before he was left, Chris presses with just enough pressure for one fingertip to slip past that slick ring of muscle, tugging gently to tease but going no further. ]
Like this?
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Would that be a tease for you?
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[ Loki could be purring if he had the animal parts for it, instead hitching his knee higher around a hip as he leans in against the large hand travelling up his side. So nice, spending time together like this, lazy touches and endlessly fond kisses. He's being spoiled and knows it. ]
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Twisting his wrist, he cups Loki's ass comfortably with the rest of his hand, keeping one finger tucked up inside him like this is a casual way to snuggle, like it's perfectly chaste and normal and not at all worth making note of. ]
I do like it. [ He presses a smirking kiss to the part in Loki's hair, feeling very pleased with himself. ] And you like it too, sweet thing.
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[ Half-hard but in no rush to hurry that or get off, Loki mouths at the lovebite he already made on Chris's neck and hums in satisfaction as he arches his back. He's as pliant as he ever is, more lucid without the rush of needing to orgasm and utterly relaxed in Chris's hold. ]
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[ Slowly, like an afterthought, he presses his finger deeper and then lets it withdraw, a languid and unhurried fucking that's more about the desire to touch than any need to rush to any end goal. He's unlikely to get hard again for a good long while, so this is all for Loki's benefit, and if he seems happy to arch up into Chris's touch like a happy little cat, then Chris is perfectly happy to keep petting him good and slow. ]
Nobody touches you like I do, do they? [ That's fairly obvious by the way Loki reacts to those touches, but he wouldn't mind the confirmation anyway. ]
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No one.
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Gotta look after my pretty baby. Give you what you need.
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[ Loki could fall asleep like this, one more reason for him to encourage Chris to wake him up this way too. After basking in the sweetness of his lover's selflessness long enough to gain a pleasant ache in his lower half, minutes more but they last a lifetime in his heart, he pats the wrist of Chris's busier hand and kisses his cheek. ]
Better s-stop or I'll lose all feeling down there.
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Loki shifting to kiss his cheek has him blinking down at him, his eyebrows lifting. ]
Well, we can't have that. Do you actually want me to stop, or do you want me to get to the point?
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[ He wouldn't usually even ask for fear of ridicule but this is Chris. ]
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[ Carefully, he stops the gentle rocking of his hand down the back of Loki's leggings, winding up with his hand just cupping one cheek comfortably, his other hand reaching out to smooth down the back of his shirt as if straightening his appearance. ]
You think your son is going to behave himself down in the paddock for a few more hours?
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He'll make friends and let himself out when he wants. Don't worry if he has company, he's a good boy.
[ Loki would say the same of himself, of course. ]
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Chuckling, he presses a kiss to Loki's temple. ]
Takes after his mother that way, I see.
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[ Speaking of kisses, he shuffles up enough to thread his fingers through Chris's hair and kiss him slowly, savouring the taste and heat of him. ]
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