Not giving up - Us

CHAPTER FOUR

Loki is sitting on the bed, attentively observing my every move while I'm getting ready for the dinner out with the team. The moment, I slip into the notorious dress, Loki's jaw drops, his eyes widen. I can feel his gaze on me and the feeling gives me butterflies all over my body. It is always like that with him. After all the years, he still looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time, he still devours me with his stare like he'd never get his fill on me. And I must admit, it feels sublime to still be worshipped by him like that. I worship him in the same way, after all.

While my thoughts get lost in Loki's adoration, Bucky enters the room and stops in his tracks the moment he lays his eyes on me. Taking a deep breath in, he shakes his head as if trying to clear his mind and without saying a word, takes a seat next to Loki. Quickly, he greets his by giving him a small nudge to the shoulder, then leans forward to his elbows and rests his head in his palms. A huge grin slowly spreads across his face.

"I'm not sure I can wait much longer for our dessert," Loki breaks the silence and bites into his own fist in frustration.

Bucky cocks his head to the side and clenches his jaw as his eyes wander to his metal hand. "Yeah... Me too," he growls quietly.

Loki looks down. "I'll have to change. These are already getting too tight," he smirks.

"Good thinking," Bucky nods and adjusts his own pants. They both chuckle mischievously before Loki uses magic to change their clothes. "Should we warn Thor?" Bucky whispers.

Loki crosses his arms. "He's been holding back for a decade. What's one more night," he says, unbothered.

Both men stand up and come standing behind me. Bucky finds my gaze in the mirror and I notice a playful smirk appearing on his lips. Suddenly, I feel his metal hand gripping my inner thigh. I gasp. The smirk on his face gets bigger and more obvious, but his eyes don't leave mine. Slowly and teasingly, he runs his hand up my inner thigh. I close my eyes and lean back against him. He doesn't have to do much, as I am already ready for him. Ready for both of them.

Damn, I need them. Why is it so easy with them?! My own incapability to resist them, is driving me insane.

While Bucky's fingers continue to explore, and suddenly tug on my underwear, he gently nibbles on my ear. "Take these off, sweetheart," he demands with a husky voice, then lets his fingers find their way into my folds. Carefully and with a deliciously slow pace, he slides two fingers inside me, and leaves them in place just enough for me to get used to the feeling. I gasp and immediately clench around them, needier than ever. Reacting to my arousal, both men suck in a breath, and firmly grab each their own throbbing shaft to stop themselves from exploding on the spot. I hear Bucky gulp heavy, just before he slowly eases his skillful fingers out of me again. I breathe out, but it is more in protest than it is in surprise. My sweetspot contracts a few times, yet in vain, Buck retreats his hand completely.

I turn on my heels to face him. "Wh- what?" I squeak.

Bucky narrows his eyes at me. "I think I made myself clear," he says with a harsh voice.

I raise my eyebrows and glance sideways at Loki.

Confidently, he raises his chin. "You heard your husband," he says calmly, but then his demeanor changes suddenly. His eyes darken, his stare dominant. "Take. Them. Off," he demands, emphasizing each word and a mischievous grin spreads across his face at the end.