The soft rumble of thunder wakes you. When you open your eyes, it's still a little dark, just the barest hint of morning light starting to peek through the windows. You decide it's too early to be awake, and close your eyes, curling against Loki's back as you snuggle in closer while slip your arm around his chest. He sighs in his sleep, and reaches to cover your hand with his.
You try to go back to sleep, but the growing light and the slowly intensifying rain and thunder keep you on the edge of waking. You give up, finally, and kiss the back of Loki's neck. He doesn't move, so you kiss the soft skin again and again, his hair tickling your face. After you've kissed a line to the point of his shoulder and back to his neck, he rolls over on to his back with a sleepy grumble.
When he's settled with his arm around you, you press close again. There's a chill in the air, so you wrap your leg over his, and curl your fingers around his side. You kiss his throat, trace your tongue against the curve of his jaw as he mumbles something, a gentle rumble from his chest. Loki's still mostly asleep as you kiss his chin, slide your palm down his body and slowly back up again. Another rumble of thunder seems to wake him a little more.
"Is that thunder?" he asks, hoarse with the first words of the day.
"Mmhmm," you answer, moving your hand to press against his stomach, rubbing circles just below his navel.
"It's nice for sleeping in," Loki drawls, turning his face to yours to kiss your forehead. He smiles and mumbles against your skin, "But we're not going to get to, though, are we?"
"Nope." You slide your hand further down until your fingers brush the half – hardness of his cock. Loki draws a deep breath and shivers a little as you trace a fingertip against the definition of the ridge, tells you, "Alright then, darling."
Loki squeezes you closer, trailing his hand against your bare skin. His eyes are closed again as you tease, dragging your palm against the head of his cock, wrapping your fingers around to stroke lazily. You kiss his chest, press the tip of your tongue against his nipple as he arches a bit. His length hardens in your loose grip, and you shift your hips the tiniest bit as his fingers press into the flesh of your ass, squeeze, and relax.
Loki looks slightly more awake when he opens his eyes again. You're struck by how beautiful he is even first thing like this, his emerald green eyes glittering in the pale morning light. "You're gorgeous," you tell him, smiling, and he chuckles.
"I was just about to tell you the same thing," Loki answers, his voice smooth and dark as he shifts to push you onto your back. It's a fluid movement, and you wrap your arms around him to pull him along. He settles between your spread thighs, and kisses your throat, then your chin. The lazy rumble of thunder has already set the morning's pace, and you're happy to let it carry you along.
You trace your fingertips over the muscles of Loki's shoulders, pulling his body closer against yours. He presses more kisses to your jaw, a trail to your earlobe as he rocks his hips slow and easy, his length on your stomach. You slide your palms down his back as he nibbles at the shell of your ear, your breath coming a little faster. Your fingers move light over the curve of his ass, and you squeeze, pressing your hips up.
Loki's breath is shallow as he teases your ear, one hand moving to your hip before he shifts, and reaches between your body and his. His fingers brush over your wetness, and he rumbles soft pleasure, like thunder close against you as you arch up into him. The slide of his cock is slow, teasing thrusts to push in a little before he pulls back, only to push in a little more.
He wraps his arms under you, his hands on your shoulders as he watches your face. You pull at him and roll your hips, trying to push him deeper. Loki takes his time, shallow thrusts until at long last, you're full of his thick cock, and his stomach is pressed to yours. He pulls you in tighter and doesn't move except to kiss your neck and jaw again, just resting with his length buried in you. You can feel yourself quiver around him, and you squirm and cant your hips.
"So impatient," he whispers, thick and soft into the soft spot behind your earlobe. You try to reply, but only manage a pleased moan as he starts to move. Loki shivers when you scratch lightly at his lower back, his thrusts long and slow so you can feel every inch of him sliding out and back in. His patience is, as always, a little crazy making. He's got his head up, watching you again. You sort of want to hide from the intensity of his piercing gaze.
You don't. You watch his pleasure, arch your hips to meet his thrusts, and press soft kisses to his chin and lower lip. Loki growls, and thrusts a little faster, presses a little deeper, holding you so close it's hard to breathe as you feel the coiled power in his body. There are no words, just soft sighs, hitched breaths, moans, and growls between you.
Warmth builds slowly in the middle of you, a slow seep of pleasure that makes your body tighten and twist beneath his. Loki dips his head to nibble at your throat, offering soft pleased sounds when you whimper and squirm even more. You wrap your legs around his hips, and the change of angle sets his stomach rolling against yours.
You barely notice the steady grumble of the sky as the sound of dripping rain ebbs and flows, a primal background to the press of your bodies. You roll your hips up in tight little thrusts, off – rhythm from him, which pushes his cock deeper.
"Oh," Loki murmurs, then a shivery, "yes, oh, that's good." Loki somehow manages to keep his pace, his hips jerking harder against yours but no faster.
It feels good, the way he stretches and fills you as your muscles clench tighter around him, and the warm feeling expands to your chest, leaving you breathing in ragged puffs against his skin. You grind your hips up as Loki captures your lips in a kiss. It's gentle even as his pace picks up, the tip of his tongue begging entrance to your parted lips. He swallows your little whimpers, and moans as his hips jerk tight against yours.
Your bodies grind together, muscles rolling, and shifting as he pulls away from your lips to study your eyes again, his pupils, dark, and half – lidded. The arch of your hips against the slow grind of his sends little shockwaves through your clit, and into your stomach. You can't help writhing as the warmth slides up to tickle at the back of your neck, your body curling against his as Loki captures your lips in another kiss. It's deep and dirty hot as you tip over the edge, moaning to his possessive growls.
The slow built pleasure rolls in waves, tingling to the ends of you as you shiver and whimper and kiss him back just as hard, your muscles clenching and dragging against his skin. Loki kisses down over your chin, nips your jaw before he falls to panting, and groaning against your neck. His hips stutter, rhythm faltering as his cock stiffens and twitches. With a thrust, then another and a groan of pleasure, you feel the hot pulse of come.
Loki's stomach tightens, and releases against yours, wave after wave to match the jerking of his cock. You wrap your legs tighter around him, settle his hips as you drag your nails feather – light up his back. The hard press of his muscular chest against yours is comforting, warm, and sweat slick. He kisses your neck in the same place, over and over, whispering something you can't quite make out.
When he tries to move off of you, you hold him close, perfectly happy to take his weight in order to keep his soft warmth. Loki half – grumbles in protest, but stays put as you rub across his broad shoulders in lazy circles. You kiss his cheek, rub yours against it, and whisper still sleepy praise against the shell of his ear. When he finally makes up his mind to move, you can't stop him. The slip of his softened cock makes him gasp, and you shiver as he turns over onto his back, pulling you after.
You take a deep breath, and settle your head to Loki's chest as he strokes your arm and squeezes you close. Loki presses little kisses to your head mumbling how lucky he is to have you. You turn to him and whisper the same before you press a kiss to his lips.
He says, barely a whisper at your ear, "Looks like Thor is going to give us some reprieve after all." The unhappy rumbling of the sky is moving further and further away as the soft clouded light turns slowly into the brightness of the morning sun. You close your eyes against the intrusion of the day and wrap your arm a little tighter around Loki's chest, not ready to move just yet.
