bulletsandbracelets | New York Fun Times [closed to hashisreasons]

"You always have such fine words," she breathed out, holding their hands together and squeezing to let him know if what he was doing was good or not. (It was.) "Will you actions match the words spoken?" It was a tease, a challenge, and they both knew it. But who would they be if they were not able to do such things with each other?

"Am I not here?" He smiled, raising an eyebrow at her. His hand slid slowly down her body to her hips, thrusting down against her."Do you not feel me on top of you? Have I not fought beside you for many, many years?" He leaned down, gently nipping at her neck, teeth dragging across her soft skin. "I can stop..."

She rocks against him as he thrusts, a leg hooking around one of his to pull him closer. She smiles, and lays a gentle kiss on his mouth.

"Don't you dare."

"Ooh, Diana. Such pleasure. Such potential for pain." One eyebrow raised and he smirked as he kissed her back, one hand moving up to fist into her hair. "Don't tempt me. I think both of us could handle anything the other dished out. Not all love is gentle and kind." He didn't pull her hair, but his grip was firm.

In truth, he had no desire to stop. If anything, he wanted to rip her clothes off of her and do something very much not polite or innocent. His back arched and he ran his hand down her spine. "So, tell me what you want," he hissed.

"Who said I was looking for gentle and kind?" She replied back, arching her head back to gaze him directly in the eyes, that challenging smile still covering her face.

"First of all?" She said, lowering her hands to push at his shirt. "I want this off."

"Oh, is that all." Loki grinned and got up to his feet. Standing beside the bed, he began to strip his clothes off. His eyes, dark and hungry, never left hers as he stripped himself vulnerable. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her.

It aroused him at the prospect of something a little rougher than gentle and kind.

She moved to the edge of the bed, watching with a hungry expression as he undressed. She reached out, touching his belt buckle, undoing it before standing herself, a hand reaching around to undo the zip of her dress.

Loki smiled, a wolfish grin at her as he felt his clothes falling to the floor. His eyes practically devoured her as he eyed her up and down. He had been so amused, so turned on by her in so many ways over the years. He still wanted to pinch himself, unbelieving that she was finally here before him.

He smiled and moved behind her, stilling her hand. Soft lips moved forward, kissing her shoulder as he slowly undid the zipper of her dress, listening to the teeth come apart in the quiet of the room. "So beautiful," he murmured against her neck.

He would be able to feel the pleasant shudder that went down her back, her hand reaching behind to stroke at his hair, encouraging his actions. She paused, only to allow her dress to slid off and drop to the floor, where she stepped out of it. Turning round to face Loki, she smiled, running her fingers along his chest.

"This is a good start."

Strong, gentle fingers reached out to run up and down the length of her arm. His head tilted to the side as he stepped in closer to her. One hand moved up to her cheek, gently cupping her cheek. She was the most beautiful creature he ever had been lucky enough to lay eyes on. Words couldn't express his feelings toward her.

Loki moved in, brushing his soft lips against her shoulder, kissing up her neck to the spot behind her ear.

She followed the movement of the fingers, eyes closing in a blissful expression as she felt his lips on her. She moved her own hand, stroking encouragingly at his shoulders and down his back.

"Diana," he purred. He smiled as he shivered at her touch, his back arching and the Asgarding shifting a little on his feet. He smiled at the goddess, one hand moving up to cup her cheek. "I have never seen you more beautiful."

Diana smiled, wide and somehow lazy. "You," she said, trailing her hand up his chest, "are entirely biased." The smile grew, there was a flash in her eyes. Then she pushed with that hand, pushing him on to the bed on his back, and climbing over him.

The wolfish grin was back as he gazed up at her, clearly enjoying her taking a more dominant role. Strong arms reached for her as she found her place above him. "Bias. I do not know the meaning of this word. Is it a Midgardian phrase?" He laughed and leaned up, pulling her in for a kiss, his head tilting to the side as he does so. Soft lips brush against hers and one hand moves up into her hair. His back arches, his fingers tugging on her soft locks as he loses himself in how good she feels above him.

"You know fine well what it means, and do not pretend otherwise," Diana laughed back, kissing him with surprising softness considering the earlier push. She settled herself on him, straddling his lap, using her own legs to make sure he would stay down. A hand on his chest push him back down after the kiss again, fingers turning in so her nails could trail along the flesh, leaving soft red marks in their path.

She straightened herself up, slowly moving against him in a deliberate tease. There were still the layers of their respective underwear between them, but that did not mean she could not have a bit of fun at first.

"I really don't. You'll have to teach me," he purred. He watched her, soft lips parting, eyes darkening with lust as he watched her take control. He didn't know what was more arousing, her or her dominating attitude. Both were quite a turn on to him. His whole body shivered, something he was sure she could feel beneath him as she ran her fingers along his soft skin. "Yes," he hissed. He did love her when she was like that.

His back arched, his hips pushing up against her as he didn't even try to hold back. "Diana," he growled, the thinnest veil of fabric, damp now with arousal between them. He could feel her body, moist on top of him. The way he could feel her rubbing against him only served to make his cock twitch harder with desire.

Her eyes closed, nails digging into his chest as she continued to slowly roll herself along the growing hardness of his cock. She knew he could feel the wetness and warmth coming from her, as much as she could feel him twitching beneath her, urging her movements on.

"Come now, my God of Mischief," she purred, leaning over him, her face a breath away from his. "Are you just going to lie there or will you fight back?"

"I didn't know you wanted a fight," he murmured. His face moved up to her ear, soft lips nipping at it as he whispered to her. "If you want to battle with a God, you may have a battle." His head tilted to the side and he let his teeth drag down her neck to her shoulder.

Strong arms wound around her and he grinned as he flipped her onto her back, flipping them over so that he was on top. One hand started at her ankle and slowly dragged his fingernails up her leg on the inside of it, making sure to touch her thigh but avoid her warm sex as he traveled upward. His lips moved down to her collarbone, nipping at it before kissing down to her breast.

A pleasant shudder as his teeth dragged against her, hands curling in and flexing in a show of it. Yes, this was entirely what she was wanting. A small groan came from her mouth as he avoided where she wanted his touch but it turned softer as he nipped his way down to her breast.

Her leg came up, wrapping around his own legs and pulling him closer. She linked her hands behind his head, and smiled very carefully up at him.

"Did I mention the rooms are sound-proofed?"

Loki grinned up at her. "No, I don't think you ever mentioned that," he purred, his voice soft and low. His head tilted to the side and he thrust down against her, lips parting as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and nipped at it. "I'm thinking, then, we should test that theory regarding noise and decibels."

He watched her, laughing lightly as he moved over to the other breast, his teeth dragging at the skin along her chest as he did so. His body rubbed against hers, his hardened member rubbing against her inner thigh as he intentionally teased her. "Can you yell?"

She did not let out the groan she wanted, feeling him so close and yet not in the exact place she wanted him. Instead, Diana smirked up at him, using her hooked leg and own strength to push up, rubbing along the arousal before turning him on to his back, reclaiming her own position on top. She grabbed his arms, pulling them up. She leaned in, biting at his neck, just hard enough to leave red marks, trailing up till she got to his ear.

"My God of Mischief, if you do the right thing, I will scream for you."

"Is that so?" Strong hands moved up to her back and raked his nails down her spine long enough to leave little marks. His body arched up against hers and he could feel himself pressing against her stomach. His hands moved down to her hips, gripping them tight. How badly he wanted to just bury himself inside of her and start stretching her around him like a spring. "That is a noise I would love to hear," he growled.

He didn't flip them again, at least not yet. His teeth moved to her shoulder and he nipped at it, dragging his teeth down her bicep. "If you want a fight, you can have one." He grinned up at her as he tugged at her undergarment, feeling the panties rip beneath his strong fingers. He gave her an oopsie look as he tossed the remnants of the fabric to the ground.

It's almost a shame when he rips her underwear clean off her, as that had been a rather nice set. Almost a shame, as she takes advantage of the lack of material to grind into him insistently, her hips rolling in a very slow, deliberate tease. Eyes drifting closed, she lifts her hands, letting them travel down herself instead, almost as if she has forgotten he is there.

(Considering she is still rolling herself along his hardened cock, unlikely, but there's method to her actions)

She cups her breasts, fondling them and playing, making her nipples taunt under her touch. Soft murmurs as she plays, eyes still closed, lost in whatever little fantasy she has playing out in her head. One hand continues downwards, slipping between them, and between her legs. She bites her lips, rubbing in a slow circular manner before slipping one, two fingers inside. Her hips are still slowing circling, as she begins to move herself on her own fingers. Slow at first, but growing in speed, bringing her own moans forth

She opens her eyes, looking down at him with a challenge, lips quirking in a smirk. She told him she would scream for him...

Loki groans, laying there, watching her with a sick, twisted pleasure. He's torn, angry that she is riling him up so well and also wanting to watch her. The enjoyment on her face is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The way her eyes are closed, the noises she makes as she has such rapture.

And yet he knows he can do much better than her fingers can.

"Cute," he growled. His hands reach out, batting hers away angrily as he stared up at her. He can see her challenge and he raises her. Strong hand move to her hips and he lifts her easily, like a doll or a piece of parchment. With ease, he shifts her, moving her until he lowers her right on his hardened member. He gasps as he slides inside of her, her warm and wet heat welcoming him like a blanket.

Dark eyes never leave hers as he begins to thrust inside of her. One of his hands moves down between her legs, teasing the apex with his thumb and pressing firm against her. His back arches and he is tempted to lean up and bite at her, but he holds off.

For now.

"I am more than just something to turn you on, Diana," he hissed. "I complete the job, I am not just the fantasy."

When he enters her - finally - Diana does not hide her groan of pleasure, head tilting back, and letting it come forth quite audibly. Her hands reach backwards, steadying herself by holding his legs as he thrusts in, her own body moving to meet the thrusts with equal strength. There is another, sharper gasp at the feel of his thumb and her hand presses against his, as if forcing him to press harder.

Though she still smirks at his words, her free hand dropping from her breast to scrape down his chest. She leans over as best she can - reluctant to move too much in any way that could release him from her - and bites at his bottom lip.

"Oh, but you are quite the fantasy. Would you deny me it?"

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