bulletsandbracelets | New York Fun Times [closed to hashisreasons]

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?"

Loki purred up at her. "You know me, Diana. I would deny you nothing."

His body thrusted up against her harder, letting himself go as he writhed beneath her. His hands moved up and down her body, caressing, scratching, doing whatever he wanted as they made love in tandem. It was arousing, watching them move as one from his position on the bed. His back arched, his sounds growing louder as he felt her wrap tightly around him.

"Oh goddess," he moaned nodding his head up to her.

Diana smiled, stroking his face gently that the words. It was a moment for gentleness.

Their lovemaking, on the other hand, was not. She rode him hard, pushing back at each thrust and her nails scraping on whatever bit of flesh she could reach. There was a desire in her, in some way, to mark him, to make it clear he was hers, that he was someone who she wanted to be around.

"Loki," was her loud moan, eyes closed in pleasure.

Loki did not hold back with Diana. He knew that he didn't have to. When she scratched at him, he crawled out loudly in pleasure, her name like a prayer on his tongue. "Diana!"

His hair flew around his face as he thrust up hard against her. One hand reached up to her hair, tugging the soft locks around his fingers hard. While he would never say it outright, he knew that he loved her. She was the only one he wanted to ever be with. He didn't allow such vulnerabilities to surface, but he did care for her all the same.

He didn't hold back with her, and she didn't hold back with him. In a way, it spoke to the high quality of the hotel that the bed was still standing. For each hard thrust he gave, she met with equal strength, pushing back against him and giving as good as she got. Her own hands scrabbled into his hair, dragging it back from his face so she could quickly lean over to press a bruising kiss against his lips.

Not holding back was a simple was of showing the care she held for him; she could be who she was with no worry as to whether he could "handle it".

She reached out for his hand, wanting to pull it to where she wanted - needed - it. With how hard they were pushing each other, it wouldn't be much longer, she could feel that delicious anticipation building in her.

The Asgardian was actually quite surprised that the bed had not cracked yet. Not that he was arguing.

He could hear it creak, a little, under the sheer weight that they both were putting into it. He returned her hungry kiss, biting on her bottom lip as he did so. His hands went willingly, fingers moving up and down her spine as he lost himself in her. It was the first time in a long time that Loki had wanted to be with someone, let alone not hold back. It was a heady combination.

He could feel it growing inside of him. It wouldn't be long now. He knew this and he moaned into her kiss, something low and deep in his throat. He knew that this was very dangerous. She could be quite addictive. And yet, he didn't want to stop.

He feared he'd never want to.

There was something that could have been the bed cracking, but Diana neither knew nor cared to be honest. All of her focus was on the god writhing beneath her, pushing her hard knowing she could push back just as hard. Loosing themselves in and to each other in a way that few could match either of them respectively

(When they had come down from their high, she would admit to being annoyed if it had broken considering the prices the hotel charged...)

Nails curled into his chest, eyes closed as her head threw back in a guttural scream of pleasure as that moment hit, her body rippling as she pulled and contracted around him. It was a moment, she realised, that she would never want to not have again.

He was someone she would never not want around.

Perhaps her feelings were deeper than even she had realised... but her mind was too focused on the sheer heady high than anything deeper. For right now, she was too blissed out on him to think of anything else.

Loki didn’t care about prices. He didn’t care about money or gold or any of that in the moment. All he cared about was her. The more they moved, the louder that they became. He almost was amused by it, wondering if there were others around that would be bothered by their noises. The more she made a noise, the harder he tried to make it louder. The way that their two bodies slid as one, the way her warm body tightened and contracted around his with each hard thrust. The way his back arched off the bed and his hands dug into her skin at her hips, her hair and everywhere.

He knew that he loved her. He’d been a fool not to tell her sooner, believing she wouldn’t love him back. He needed to tell her, even if she did not believe him.

“Diana,” he cried out, feeling his impending climax rapidly approaching. Sweat began to bead down his body and he knew his hair would be a matted mess beneath him. That was something he was used to. He’d never felt this pleasure before. Most of the women, even in Asgard, had never been able to keep up with him and his dark desires. One of his hands raked up her spine as he pushed up into her. He was close and he wanted her to come with him. He knew in that moment he didn’t want anyone else, just her.

"Loki," was her answering cry, voice making it very clear that she was rapidly at the point of climax. Her hand reached down, stroking the part of him just outside her, making it clear. He pushed her as hard she she pushed him and it was perfect in their joining. It had been building and now, one more push, and she would be over the edge.

She pushed herself down, biting her lip and hand raised grasp at her breast as she felt the build. One more push...

She felt him move in, hard. It was enough. Her cry of pleasure was tinged with his name as she came, falling apart on top of him.

"Diana!"

Loki's eyes clenched shut as he felt the wave of pleasure hit him hard. His whole body shuddered and he reached for one of her hands, threading their fingers together. He couldn't explain it, squeezing their hands together tightly as he felt his body relax beneath her. His lips curled up in a smile as he felt himself let go for the first time in a very long time.

His arms wound around her and he held her close, hands loosely on her as he panted.

Her own breathing was heavy, clinging to him as she felt herself slowly come back down from that dizzying high. Clinging was the right words, hands tracing lightly down the heavy scores from her own nails. She could see the harsh red marks on his neck for her bites, and she raised a hand to trace them.

"I think I have branded you."

"You enjoy that, don't you?" Loki laid there, letting his breathing slowly come back to him. One hand moved up and down her back, gently stroking it as he allowed his body to recover from their wild lovemaking. The Asgardian moved, resting his cheek against her shoulder, not wanting to get up anytime soon.

"There's a pleasure in it," she admitted, still running her fingers softly along one of the marks. She wondered if she bore his marks - very likely - and the wonder brought a soft laughter to her when she considered the look on the faces when they finally showed up again.

Loki was quiet for the longest time, contemplating many things as he laid there with Diana in his arms. He thought briefly of the others, the look they would give him when he showed up vastly late and in such a state. A part of him wanted to find some excuse to come shirtless, stating his uniform had been torn in some capacity just to show them. And yet, he didn't want to sully her in anyway.

He wondered what Thor and the others would think of him. He wondered in a small way what may happen to him. He wondered a lot of things and none of them were probably good things to dwell on, and yet he did. He really felt immensely lucky with Diana. He felt a feeling he didn't think he'd get to feel again with any one else.

He didn't want to lose it.

She watched him, and raised her hand to his face.

"Don't turn inward."

His eyes closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled as he kissed her palm. "I am just having thoughts," he murmured. Yet, he knew she was right. "Are you not?"

"Yes," she answered simply, stretching her leg and lazily hooking it over his, entwining them together. "But you have that look on your face, when your thoughts are bothering you." It's said softly, without any accusation but only care. "I would have you unplagued, for tonight at least."

"Unplagued. You say it that way and I feel like I have a virus," he teased her. "The Aether isn't inside of me." He chuckled, leaning up to gently kiss her, lips brushing with hers easily enough. He loved that she was feeling so relaxed enough that she wanted to intertwine with him. It felt good. "I was just considering what may happen when I return to Thor and the others."

Diana paused. She ... had been considering that as well.

"They will be shocked at the marks," she teased gently, trying to reassure him.

"I... I don't care what they think, though their amusement does have it's benefits." He glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow. "I only care of your thoughts."

Diana gave a soft laugh. "Does it make me shallow to admit that I like the look of them?" She touched one, gently, a nail lightly scraping along it.

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