incomplete: Goddess of Empyrean『fem!OCxLoki』

Treasure

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His glance darts back and forth between her eyes trying to understand what she's saying whilst Haizea rambels on. Losing control over his eyes they wander down to her lips just to snap back up yet the God seems to have problems keeping his gaze up. When she gently tugs a stray strand of hair behind his ear Loki seems unable to hold back. Before she can even process what's happening he's pressing a delicate kiss on her lips.

"Loki," she murmurs hazily against the smooth pink.

"Haizea," breathing her name out as if to worship her starting with it.

A smile starts tugging her facial expression to a less serious one and the hand that stopped at his ear finds its place on the back of his head. Oh how she loves the way her stomach turns at the pure desire his tone implies. In one sudden move the black haired has her pinned against the wall, staring down at her with almost nothing but lust in his eyes. She gasps when her back hits the wall, her arms fall to her side and with her glance meeting his a blush creeps up her neck. Fortunately the blood rushing into her cheeks to turn them darker isn't the only heat increasing. Whilst her heart beat quickens Haizea unexpectedly finds her mouth arid yet practically drooling and he didn't even lay a hand on her.

In spite of his 'title' the woman knows exactly what he's waiting for. Not once did Loki touch her without having her voiced consent and by now Haizea knows how he likes it best. But this right here, it's different. Hidden behind the hunger to have her body is a certain tenderness.

Rather than reaching up and pulling him closer the brunette brings one hand to wrap around one of his arms, his hands resting against the wall with her head in between. Slowly the fabric glides up to reveal his arm and Haizea starts to affectionately peck the revealed part with her lips. At first Loki is obviously confused but as he observes her movements his body starts to react by itself.

Running the other hand through her hair gently caressing her. Feeling her body warming up the God steps closer but lets her keep doing what she wishes to do. Lowering his head the black haired's mouth finds its way to her neck, a familiar soft spot. Haizea gasps at the delicate touch not being used to him treating her that lightly. Soon enough she notices how revises his kisses similiar to what she's doing to his arm. However when she tries to make use of it Haizea is able to feel the grin forming on his lips. Trailing kisses up to her jawline and over it until his lips meet hers Loki makes her head turn away from his arm.

Still needing her to say it out loud he whispers his question without any space getting between them, "What do you want, pet?"

Every breath she draws in being the one Loki breathes out she lightly nudges him, "You." As she leans forward to get her kiss he pulls away, making her whine.

"I do love it when you are making such pathetic sounds," lips brushing over her skin as he talks, stopping at her ear. "But I need you to use words, pet. If you want this you have to voice your consent."

Although she's used to it this time it somehow feels harder for her to talk, "I- Yes." Her head sinks onto his shoulder ashamed that she seems unable to form a sentence. "Please," she pleads.

Taking a step back he places his hand under her chin and forces her to look in his eyes. Only when he's assured that Haizea is alright he retreats to close the gap between them. What starts as soft kiss with closed mouths turns quickly into a hungry french kiss. For the first time since they're doing this the Trickster takes his time to explore her mouth and taste every delicate sound trying to escape.

Melting away under the new affectionate side she's discovering Haizea starts running her hands over the rich fabric covering him. Falling back into their pattern both tug off each other's clothes rather slowly. Hands now roaming and clutching their bodies Loki can't help but start grinding his body against hers. As though automatically she intertwines her fingers with his hair wanting to be as close to him as possible. Feeling his grasp on her outer thighs her legs lift from the ground completely trusting him to hold her. The saintlike moan coming from her when Loki settles her on top of him almost pushes him over the edge and he pants against her bare shoulder. Yet he manages to hold back, joy filling his chest as he recalls the familiar feeling that he's finally getting a taste of again. Leisurely thrusts to zest every moment filling both of them with a surprisingly needed new experience. For once Loki doesn't have anything in his mind than his one true treasure, the one he shall be sure to claim as his. Albeit for now hearing Haizea moan his name fills him with more satisfaction than he ever felt. Caressing her skin with his mouth he doesn't show any interest on picking up his pace until her hips start moving against his rhythm. He smirks, "What a needy pet you are, darling," stays in his head though. Nevertheless when Haizea starts to basically beg him to make her release Loki starts to tease her clit with his thumb, his thrusts gaining speed. Fingers still tugging on his hair Haizea drags his face closer to hers and captures his mouth with hers. Lustfilled biting and sucking on his bottom lip until she moves to continue on his neck. Her walls start clenching around him, when she finally feels the tension in her core explode, Haizea whines out his name filling the room with nothing but her cries of pleasure. Feeling the tension leaving her body, whilst he fucks her through her high, Loki feels his own climax washing over him.