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[midsommaring]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

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[whose_son_am_i]

He won't mark her. Not yet--though both of them knew rumors would fly regardless. Likely already were flying around certain areas. But her touch in his hair had his own noise of enjoyment in his throat. Thorough in his worshipping of her skin with his mouth, one hand sliding under her again around her waist with his hand splayed low along her hip. Supporting himself a bit, while his mouth ventured to follow where his fingers had teased. Again using the fabric to mute almost too harsh sensation into something enticing from gentle nips and kisses.

His other hand was busy caressing her bare leg, tracing patterns in her skin, before encouraging it up over his hip. Allowing her access herself, to feel the effect she had on him against her own core. The sensation was muted by clothing, but still obvious.

[midsommaring]

She hooks her leg over Loki's hip, inhaling sharply at the feel of him hard against her. Rocking her hips a little. Seeking friction. Feeling a little greedy in her wants but for once not caring.

Her fingers tug at his hair as he kisses and nips at sensitive skin. "You feel incredible," she sighs, stroking her fingers against the back of his neck.

[whose_son_am_i]

Despite his attentions, he almost purrs with her touches as well. A soft little affirmative sound against her with the compliment, and her rocking is met with a deliberate roll of his own. Making it entirely clear that yes, he wants her. Would happily do more with her.

Long fingers move now, to trace against her underwear and hip. Then to tease her directly, cupping her center through the cloth. A prelude to things to come.

[midsommaring]

She shudders and pulls him up into a kiss even as she grinds down against his hand. It's so good already, she can't imagine it getting better though she knows it can. It will. The more they learn each other, the more the know each other's bodies and explore each other.

"Yeah," she nods. Giving him permission to keep touching. Keep going.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Soon." He murmurs against her mouth, encouraging her movements and moving with her. Deft fingers take their time exploring, tracing the lines of her underwear and thoroughly exploring her that way. Only when he's satisfied with that, does Loki move his hand. TO slip up and under, beneath the cloth, fingers teasing soft and intimate skin while his thumb knows exactly where to touch.

[midsommaring]

"Ohmygod." Dani drops her forehead against Loki's shoulder and digs her fingers into his shoulders. Long, talented fingers teasing against her, torturing her in the best ways. She can't help the way her body shivers and shudders every time his thumb brushes against her.

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki chuckled at that, solid where she clung to him and nuzzling the side of her head and her hair. "Am I yours then?" Teasing her still, building her higher. Ensuring that she was indeed being pleasured thoroughly.

Before making it better, and sliding one finger in. Thumb still teasing her center, while he made a crooking motion with his finger on the way out. Deliberate and knowing and then repeating the action again but with two long talented fingers. Determined to bring her full pleasure.

[midsommaring]

"Wh -- " She's only barely coherent enough to catch onto the joke, and laughs breathlessly. But ohgod then there are fingers inside her, teasing in just the right spots and her body trembles and clenches around Loki's fingers as he strokes her.

She feels like she should feel guilty. For not being able to do much but cling to him and smear breathless kisses over his neck and shoulder. But she can worry about that when Loki's deft touches aren't driving her insane.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Just feel, Dani." Loki murmured in a low voice and silken tone. "I have you. I'll hold you." Reassuring her as he continued. Deliberate in his pace and motions, playing her body so intimately. Determined for her to shatter--and he would catch her.

[midsommaring]

God, that voice; so soothing and yet it sends shivers up her spine when he speaks low against her ear like that. And shatter she does, gasping and digging bitten-short nails into Loki's back as she feels herself tip over that edge.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I have you, dearling." Murmured and still soft, nuzzling her. Unbothered by her digging her nails into him, though it stung a bit. Loki also didn't simply 'pull out', as if his task were accomplished. The touches turned gentler, soothing, but remained as she rode out her orgasm.

[midsommaring]

The gentle touches have her whimpering, keening softly and clutching at Loki desperately. She rocks her hips against his hand, her whole body trembling, vibrating with pleasure. It's almost too much, and she presses her face against Loki's neck, murmuring his name over and over.

[whose_son_am_i]

Fortunately she was prone on the bed save for where she clung to him, and Loki was solid and held her securely. Slightly on his side to keep his weight from her, he pressed kisses against her hair and kept murmuring soft words to her. Encouraging and helping her descent be gentle. When his hand did leave her, he found his shirt and wiped it off there before wrapping that arm around her and curling her close.

[midsommaring]

"Ohmygod," she sighs again, resting her head against Loki's chest while she catches her breath. "You are -- absolutely incredible." She can't remember the last time she's felt this good, her body weak with it.

One hand creeps between them and she drags her fingers over the hardness in his trousers, glancing up at him, biting her lip. "Can I?"

[whose_son_am_i]

Her words made him chuckle again, kissing her forehead where she'd feel the smile. "I will admit to some selfish-interest in your pleasure. It's quite the ego-boost for me." Teasing, but honest about it.

Then she's touching him and it's his turn for a soft little sigh of pleasure. Speaking against her skin, mouth against her forehead. "Do not feel you *have* to. Only if you want to. I won't say no in that case."

[midsommaring]

"I definitely want to." She undoes his trousers and carefully takes him out, sliding her fingers along the shaft of his cock. Learning the shape and feel of him. The intoxicating heat of him against her palm.

[whose_son_am_i]

It wasn't difficult, as they laced up and fit him well. Sucking in a breath with her touch, then letting it out and it was his turn to lean against her shoulder. Nuzzling her, breathing against her skin, only growing harder with her touches. Content and open to whatever she wanted to do with him.

[midsommaring]

Just as it was her turn to nuzzle into his hair and murmur soft encouragements. How handsome he is, how good he is to her. All the while moving her hand in slow, almost lazy strokes. Touching him from root to tip, getting used to the length of him. The weight of him, how he feels in her hand.

[whose_son_am_i]

She was teasing him back, and Loki both loved and hated it. She was so careful and thorough, hips moving gently with her touches. Soft little exclamations in a language she didn't know, breathing heavier and Loki shifted one hand to her hair. Tangling his fingers in it, holding her against him while his body alternately tensed and relaxed, reacting to her actions. No hurry--yet.

[midsommaring]

"I've got you." She peppers his jaw with kisses, nuzzling and nipping under his ear. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to tease him. To taste him.

She takes a moment to just explore the head, dragging her thumb in slow circles. Watching the way his body reacts. Learning how he likes to be touched.

[whose_son_am_i]

Soft little noises and catches of breath were her rewards, along with a cut off word here and there. Laughter occasionally too as she played with him, though he still spoke to her in a language she didn't understand. Appreciating her boldness, encouraging her, enjoying her building up of his pleasure slowly to the point it was almost maddening.

Idly, Loki wondered who would break first, in this game.

[midsommaring]

"I'm going to take that as a good sign." And she takes him in hand properly now, stroking with purpose rather than merely exploring him. As she does, she dusts kisses over his shoulder and collarbone, nibbling lightly here and there just for a chance to taste him.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Do, dearling. It is a very good sign." Low voiced, slightly gruff but teasing in tone all the same. Tilting his head, Loki let her have more access to kiss or touch. Shifting slightly, to brace himself on one arm while the other stayed tangled in her hair. Hips rocking with her motions, breath and heartbeat faster.

[midsommaring]

She wonders, just for a moment, what people might think if she left a mark. She decides against it, but the temptation is there. Instead she leans up for another kiss, sucking at his lower lip as she speeds her hand.

[whose_son_am_i]

She could get away with it, depending on where she left her mark. Loki often favored being fairly covered up. He also could always just disguise it with magic. The kiss was better though, deep and wanting and trying to share with her just how much he was enjoying her touch and attentions. It was easy for her to tell when she did things right, or just how much and how close he was, from his breathing.