Loki makes a small noise against her skin; something like 'oh?' mixed with a soft snort. He doesn't believe that he doesn't need to get her off, not even a little, but...
But her physical discomfort is squarely his fault. And if he tries it her way and it doesn't work, that will still be preferable to ignoring her idea from the beginning, seeing as how she's likely to be insufferable about it.
So. "If you're certain." His nose is at the nape of her neck, his breathing slightly unsteady.
He didn't resist when she guided his hand away and instead refocuses on other kinds of touch. Massaging pressure to relieve the tension of muscles in her thighs (his are also sore, she is correct) while his cock moves against the swell of her ass and down briefly brushing the back of her thighs.
Loki can't tolerate it for very long, the touching without being inside of her directly. He encourages her legs a little apart. The head of his cock appears between her thighs and visible from the front, briefly, rubbing bluntly against her cunt, catching and the sliding away from her entrance. Once, twice, and then he shudders against her, in desire, not release.
The slide in is neither brutal or teasing. Just... very presentHe remains bottomed out for a moment, one hand traveling up to squeeze a breast again, shifting his hips back at the same time. "Tell me," he grinds out, "if it is too much."
He is not taunting. He does not rust his own ability to determine what would be too rough, right now.
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But her physical discomfort is squarely his fault. And if he tries it her way and it doesn't work, that will still be preferable to ignoring her idea from the beginning, seeing as how she's likely to be insufferable about it.
So. "If you're certain." His nose is at the nape of her neck, his breathing slightly unsteady.
He didn't resist when she guided his hand away and instead refocuses on other kinds of touch. Massaging pressure to relieve the tension of muscles in her thighs (his are also sore, she is correct) while his cock moves against the swell of her ass and down briefly brushing the back of her thighs.
Loki can't tolerate it for very long, the touching without being inside of her directly. He encourages her legs a little apart. The head of his cock appears between her thighs and visible from the front, briefly, rubbing bluntly against her cunt, catching and the sliding away from her entrance. Once, twice, and then he shudders against her, in desire, not release.
The slide in is neither brutal or teasing. Just... very presentHe remains bottomed out for a moment, one hand traveling up to squeeze a breast again, shifting his hips back at the same time. "Tell me," he grinds out, "if it is too much."
He is not taunting. He does not rust his own ability to determine what would be too rough, right now.