Loki doesn't laugh this time, instead letting out just a brief huff of breath to indicate his amusement, a grin sharp as knives. There's no denying he's a little impressed with her and while she's clearly angry with him for making her beg for it, well. What is sex if not an excellent outlet for such feelings?
They don't have to like each other for him to appreciate the tight damp heat of her body and catalog every sound she makes, hoarding them like precious stones. They don't have to like each other for him to accept and desire that this will likely keep happening between them until they manage to put some space between themselves and whatever is causing all of this.
He has suspicions of what the cause might be. However, he really cannot bring himself to care.
This time, when their bodies meet and he grinds against her, he simply stays, not withdrawing to thrust again until she makes a noise of frustration and fury buried beneath arousal at being denied what they both so clearly want, and then, he does laugh, and then, he moves his hand from her hip to settle between their bodies, and then, he rubs her clit between two long fingers as he pulls back and snaps forward sharply.
Twice, he does this, before she shudders and cries out, back arched and hand grasping at him hard enough that he knows there will be bruises. Another thing that should be an impossibility. Another item on the list titled Things Loki Should Maybe Be Worried About But Is Too Busy Fucking To Give A Hel.
"Thank you," he murmurs against her ear, not slowing down at all, not letting go of her swollen clit even as she shakes, even if she tries to arch away. Overstimulation is, apparently, the name of the game.
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They don't have to like each other for him to appreciate the tight damp heat of her body and catalog every sound she makes, hoarding them like precious stones. They don't have to like each other for him to accept and desire that this will likely keep happening between them until they manage to put some space between themselves and whatever is causing all of this.
He has suspicions of what the cause might be. However, he really cannot bring himself to care.
This time, when their bodies meet and he grinds against her, he simply stays, not withdrawing to thrust again until she makes a noise of frustration and fury buried beneath arousal at being denied what they both so clearly want, and then, he does laugh, and then, he moves his hand from her hip to settle between their bodies, and then, he rubs her clit between two long fingers as he pulls back and snaps forward sharply.
Twice, he does this, before she shudders and cries out, back arched and hand grasping at him hard enough that he knows there will be bruises. Another thing that should be an impossibility. Another item on the list titled Things Loki Should Maybe Be Worried About But Is Too Busy Fucking To Give A Hel.
"Thank you," he murmurs against her ear, not slowing down at all, not letting go of her swollen clit even as she shakes, even if she tries to arch away. Overstimulation is, apparently, the name of the game.