”Mordred,” she gasps back. Instinct guides her hands now; thought is lost to the haze of sensuality, and with it control. The desire and need she’s feeling, is drowning in, spills from her skin, pressing against his. The fire flickers brighter. “Please, please,” she begs, without any clear idea of what she’s begging for, only more.
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Summer’s body curves into his hands, her mouth falling open with the pleasure of it. Blindly, she grips more tightly, pushing aside the leather to find flesh, slightly startled by the heat of it.
Summer manages a small chuckle at the expression on his face before she’s drowning under his mouth again. His name comes out on yet another moan. Hands still trembling a little, she reaches down, sliding down over scars and skin, muscle and bone alike, to find the flap of his breeches and shyly stroke there.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “I told you, I want this. I want /you/.” She pulls at his shirt, dragging it over his head, then scrapes her nails down his chest. “Please.” By dint of some writhing, including a lot of arching of her body against his, she frees one arm from her dress.
Oh, oh, that’s new. Summer moans, eyes sliding closed. Her whole body is on fire, she wants his touch so badly. She’d meant to return the favour, but all she can do is hold on, head thrown back and hands shaking slightly against his shoulders.
Summer was so over-sensitised from the aphrodisiac her skin pebbled with gooseflesh wherever he touched her. She moaned at the brush of his lips, gasped at the pressure of his teeth. “Gentle,” she manages to get out, through the heat overwhelming her mind. “I want this, I want you to go on for hours.” [should I reblog the reply to this one?]
With a small tug, he released her skin from his bite. Tony lifted his head away from her neck and looked her in the eyes. “Baby, you can have me as long as you want so long as you’re satisfied.” He whispered. The playboy carefully placed a hand on her cheek as he slowly moved down to place a gently yet passionate kiss upon her lips.
[if you would like you can. Whatever is most convenient for you~]
She was going to say, “I don’t know if I’m going to be satisfied,” which was hard when she just /wanted/ so badly, and the little touches of his hands and mouth were helping but not enough, not nearly enough. But then he kissed her, kissed her like he wanted her the way she wanted him, which swallowed up the words. What came out was a moan instead, muffled under the enthusiastic kiss, and Summer wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
Of course, if she’d been in her right mind she’d never have believed him anyway. Tony Stark never kept any of his bedmates.
✤✢ [adorable vexie!]
Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
She tugged a little when he let the control go, and blinked at Vex for a second. “That,” she whispered, “was really weird.” Weird, and a little bit cool. She could see why he would be in demand as a dom; talk about giving up control! Maybe some day he’d let her repay the favour.
In the meantime, she gave him a gamine grin and a little eyelash fluttering. “Aww, do you think locking me up is going to tame me? That’s cute. Come on, mesmer boy, make me beg.”
Vex let out a chuckle at her comments towards his powers. It had always been an amusing thing, having somebody new see his mesmerizing abilities in full-effect. “I’m glad you approve,” he joked, nipping at her neck contemplatively as he watched her grin at him. Her words made him a little less friendly, however, and he found his tone darkening as he told her, “You’re going to regret that, you little..” He trailed off momentarily, for the simple fact that he didn’t want to cross boundaries; he wasn’t sure what she liked being called and what she didn’t, after all.
Taking the sides of her shirt in his hands, he gave a rough, care-free tug and ripped the fabric from the woman’s body. Leaving only tatters of the material on her torso, Vex took in the sight of her before trailing his fingernail absently down her body, from the center of her chest to the very edge of her waistline. He wasn’t in any kind of hurry, after all; scenes like this were too goddamn fun to rush.
“Punish me,” she whispered, under the tearing sound of her shirt. That was slightly annoying; she liked that shirt. “You think calling me names will humiliate me? I’ve heard everything; you can’t say anything I haven’t heard before.” Goosebumps shivered over her skin in the wake of his fingernail, and redness flowered there, blood rising to flush the surface.
“You’re just not used to someone who isn’t afraid of you, someone who won’t shut up for you, are you?” Summer murmured, eyes fixed on his hand — and where it had stopped. Her bared skin flexed under his fingers. “You want me to submit without your powers, mesmer boy.”
“Shhh,” she soothes, not even really aware of it. With Tony almost as much in her mind as she usually is in his, there’s actually a feedback /loop/. She can hear him hearing her — it’s bizarre. Steadily she unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips, even while she’s absorbing and reflecting back both men’s every emotion.“Hips, Tony,” she murmurs, pulling his pants down, and it’s just as Loki said: where ordinary bonds would catch, the fabric falls right through. She has to pause there, hand braced against Tony’s hip, just to breathe deeply, reduced almost to the point of whimpering simply by Loki’s eagerness and Tony’s arousal.
Finding some point of balance, she kisses her way from knee to hip and starts on the buttons of Tony’s shirt, pausing again to shove her hair back over her shoulder and out of the way.
“Good girl,” Loki murmurs. He shifts in the chair, his own pants increasingly tight, but that’s part of the game. He gets up, still running the flogger through his hands, and climbs onto the bed at Tony’s head. “Well, Tony?” he says, bending to kiss his forehead. He can see how pleased the genius is already, but he wants to hear him say it.
Putting the flogger down, but keeping it in mind, along with half a dozen other toys, Loki strokes Tony’s hair, sinking his fingers in and tugging. “Helpless and knowing what’s coming. Is that nice? Do you like it?” With his other hand, he snags a trailing strand of Summer’s hair, running it along Tony’s cheek. “Sugar and spice, but you don’t know which is coming when.” He pulls harder on the dark hair.
Tony wasn’t really of a mind to be soothed, at that point. In fact, he couldn’t imagine he could feel any further from ‘soothed’ (or soothable) than he did in that moment. Still, he hitches his hips up obediently.
He was just getting used to the din of Summer’s empathy, and then Loki is back, and for a moment Tony’s breath comes out as a quiet whine, before he can help himself.
He gathers up a few scraps of his composure. “Lookin’ for some flattery, Lokes?” he wonders, as he leans his head back while Loki tugs. His words are strained, but there’s a smirk on his face again. “Gotta earn your keep, first. Right, Sunshine?” The last is wondered almost innocently, as he loosely curls his fingers around his restraints, as best he can.
Summer can’t parse what Tony means, right now; she pushes the sides of his shirt aside and bends to finish kissing her way up his body. Purposefully, she avoids any known erogenous zones; no penis, no nipples, no marks around the arc. Gathering up the shirt, she works it up his arms and off; once again the magical bonds pass the fabric cleanly.
She stops, there, the shirt crumpled in her hands and one knee pressed against Tony’s bare side. Stretched out between them, arms pinned over his head and forcing his back into a slight arc, Tony Stark is nude and beautiful. She looks at Loki.
✤✢ [adorable vexie!]
Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
“I thought your abilities were limited to th—” In the middle of her sentence he bit down on her throat, and it /hurt/, sharp and vivid and dropping a rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream. She whimpered, head bowing back to bare more of her throat to him. Summer gasped out, “Oh god Vex.” She couldn’t quite help the squirm of her hips against him, either.
Vex felt himself smirk against the woman’s throat as he branded her with his teeth. Her whimpers only continued to excite the Mesmer as he slowly pulled away from his bite, licking over the mark momentarily. Then, he shifted so that he was on-top of her. “Now then,” the Mesmer purred. He didn’t bother to hold her wrists this time; rather, he took control of her arms with a flick of his wrist. Then, he forced her to put her arms up above her head, by the head-board of the bed. Reaching up, he grabbed the sets of handcuffs that had already been ready, fastening Summer’s wrists into them. It gave her a little bit of room to move, so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but it kept her indefinitely restrained.
She tugged a little when he let the control go, and blinked at Vex for a second. “That,” she whispered, “was really weird.” Weird, and a little bit cool. She could see why he would be in demand as a dom; talk about giving up control! Maybe some day he’d let her repay the favour.
In the meantime, she gave him a gamine grin and a little eyelash fluttering. “Aww, do you think locking me up is going to tame me? That’s cute. Come on, mesmer boy, make me beg.”
✤✢ [adorable vexie!]
Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
“Possibly,” she said slowly, teasingly. She rolled toward him, looking up through her eyelashes. “I’ve never actually played with blades. I don’t like pain, not that kind of pain.” She pressed up to him and wriggled a bit, trying to reach his mouth. “Maybe we can try it, in a little while,” she murmured.
Vex’s tongue ran absently over his lips at her teasing, his mind twisting the idea in several dark ways. Wrapping an arm around her, the other keeping her hands from being able to move too much, Vex let her get closer to him. Brushing his lips to hers as he spoke, he replied in a soft drawl, “Trust me, crumpet, I could make you like it.” He kissed her harshly, for a moment, and then moved his lips along her jaw, to her throat. His teeth grazed her skin as he commented, “Though I s’ppose we’ll ‘ave to wait n’ see.” With that, he bit into her neck once again, this time hard enough to leave bruising teeth-marks.
“I thought your abilities were limited to th—” In the middle of her sentence he bit down on her throat, and it /hurt/, sharp and vivid and dropping a rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream. She whimpered, head bowing back to bare more of her throat to him. Summer gasped out, “Oh god Vex.” She couldn’t quite help the squirm of her hips against him, either.
✤✢ [adorable vexie!]
Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
“No watersports,” she said immediately. “And you don’t use my hair as a leash. No blades, either. That’s it.” Summer hitched up her feet around his waist and pulled, trying to topple him to the bed. “Tell me what you want from me, then.”
Vex didn’t have a problem with avoiding the firstly-mentioned thing, but the hair-pulling part was mildly annoying. More or less, he didn’t understand her problem with it, as he’d always enjoyed it when he was in her place. At the mention of not being allowed to bring blades into the situation, however, Vex’s eyes shifted with disappointment. “And none of that can be..negotiated?” he asked her in a dark purr, falling onto the bed so that he was at her side, hands still holding her wrists so that she couldn’t ‘run away’.
“Possibly,” she said slowly, teasingly. She rolled toward him, looking up through her eyelashes. “I’ve never actually played with blades. I don’t like pain, not that kind of pain.” She pressed up to him and wriggled a bit, trying to reach his mouth. “Maybe we can try it, in a little while,” she murmured.