You don't think you'll ever stop being amazed at how easily Loki talks you into things like this. It may be the mischievous smirk, or that smooth, velvety voice of his, or quite possibly even those impossibly green, piercing emerald eyes. Whatever it is, he's giggling like a madman, drunk off his success as he stands right up against you, pushing you into the shelves.
The two of you are tucked into a small cubby in the Mythology section of a large bookstore, kissing frantically. His lips slide against yours; his tongue fucking into your mouth while you both try not to giggle. You shift your focus, sucking marks into his neck, enjoying the feel of his skin under your lips. "Shhh, shhh!" you're whispering against his neck when your nibbles bring little pleased sounds from his throat. Loki's hands are on your hips, grinding you closer so you can feel how hard his cock is.
"Sorry, darling," he murmurs in return, not sounding even the least bit, as he sucks your earlobe. When Loki drags his teeth, you barely contain a moan. Your hands are under his shirt, fingertips circling his nipples; when you pinch one, he pushes you harder against the shelves; the noise it makes probably isn't as loud as it seems, but you both go quiet and still for a moment to make sure no one comes to see what's going on. He keeps you pinned against the shelves, though, so it still would be kind of hard to explain.
"This is a bad idea," you tell him, giggling again. Loki grins and nudges your head back with his nose, nips down the front of your throat to feel you squirm against his body. When you arch against him, he gives you one more kiss before turning you around, facing away from him and not quite against the shelves anymore.
"You're going to have to be quiet, darling," he reminds you, half a second ahead of an entirely unnecessary bite to your neck. Your breath is shallow, and your heart is pounding when you tell him, "I know." Loki kisses over the teeth marks he's left, and you try to steady yourself, but he's grinding his hips against you, pushing his hardness against your ass as he's grabbing one hip with his hand, and slipping the other under the hem of your shirt to tease his fingers across your stomach.
You feel your muscles quiver and jump under his light touch; you push your ass back harder against him, rolling your hips. Loki half – groans, pressing his lips to your shoulder, and without so much as a warning, he slides his hand down the front of your jeans and into your underwear. You try to lean back against him, but the angle he's at is forcing you forward making you off – balanced even after spreading your feet a little for better support.
"Loki," you start in an urgent whisper, hating that you feel like you could fall any second, even though you know he'd never let you. "No, quiet," he reminds softly, licking and nibbling at your neck, just below your ear as his fingers find your wetness. You can't help hissing a breath, hips jerking toward his touch as you feel his fingers slide over your slick opening.
"Bite your arm if you have to. Just be quiet," Loki says, barely a whisper, before he goes back to nibbling, this time across the back of your neck, while he pushes forward harder and slides two fingers inside you. Your knees feel weak and you try to drop and grind against him hand, but the hand on your hip is holding you in place pretty effectively.
You decide that biting your arm is probably a good idea, so you do, so hard it hurts, in fact, but the way that Loki's fingers are moving inside you in the close space inside your jeans and his palm scraping over your clit gives you very little choice in the matter. It feels too good, and the adrenaline from public indecency is threatening to push you right over the edge in record time.
Loki is panting against the back of your neck, interspersed with licks and nips, and he's grinding into you, his hips erratic and pushing you into his hand. You're so wet, so ready for him, that he can easily slide a third finger in, even with so little room to work with. You bite your arm harder, but still whimper, and he's telling you, "Shush, shush, shush," soothingly. It's so hard to be quiet while he's fucking you with his fingers, and you really can't breathe at all and you're so, so close but suddenly, he stops.
