mischief-maker-loki:

iamthefirechild:

mischief-maker-loki:

iamthefirechild:

The edge to his voice isn’t entirely annoyance when he replies. “How should I *gasp* know? You do what you like, call the shots, how’s that?” Grabbing at Loki’s shoulders, he precludes an answer by drawing the other into a fierce kiss.

With a growl, Loki breaks the kiss. “As you wish. I am not the most gentle of lovers, at times, and was simply giving you the benefit of deciding how you wanted it.”

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((This is my Lady Loki. Just FYI :) ))

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It’s a strange feeling, this sense of being surrounded by another. His hands aren’t really much bigger than they were as a female, so he starts off rubbing his thumb as instructed while slipping two fingers into Loki, trying to do the things he remembers feeling good to his female body.

Her hands in his hair is pretty nice too. Maybe it’s just him not being used to having short hair, but his scalp seems a lot more sensitive. Actually, right now /everything/ is sensitive, and gods, he /wants/ her. He’s trying desperately to be obedient to Loki’s instructions, but it’s hard, and that’s a pun he wishes he hadn’t thought of just now.

Slowing his fingers down, he withdraws his hand from her, curious to see what will happen.