‘Oh boy male bodies react differently!’ went through his brain at high speed before thinking was just obliterated. His hands grabbed at Loki’s shoulders, trying to pin the other in place. He made no attempt to deepen the kiss, just lengthen it, utterly unwilling to break it.
Hands move to your hips, pressing you flush against the leather and armor covering Loki’s body. The god’s own reaction to your passion is quite evident. He purrs softly, tongue slipping out to trace your lips slightly, looking for an entrance. He rolls his hips a little, hard flesh seeking the same.
He can’t help his mouth falling open to Loki’s tongue, far less the gasp that’s provoked by the hip roll. As much torment as can be administered to female bodies, there is a unique torture to pressure applied to male anatomy, and Loki was more than applying it. “Gods, Loki,” he groaned.
“Praying to me already? But I’ve barely begun…” Loki kisses his way down your neck, biting gently at the tender flesh. He begins slowly backing you toward the bed, hands wandering to far more interesting areas. “Are you certain you want this, Summer?” Loki looks down at you, making sure you’re on board with this before he goes beyond his current actions; pushing you down to the bed, watching you with lust-darkened eyes.
“If you stop, I think I might kill you,” he mutters, hands trying to find the fastenings to Loki’s garb. “Or perish of curiosity myself, whatever.” Glancing up quickly, green eyes meet green ones. “No permanent marks, please? I’m curious, but not /that/ curious.”