Loki was still sitting on the edge of the bed, so I got up and stood before him. He looked up into my face curiously, clearly wondering what I was about to do. I gently put my hands on the sides of his face, then traced his features with my fingertips and stroked through his onyx hair. I had imagined that it would be slick, but since it was dry, his hair was quite soft. He closed his eyes and his features relaxed while he enjoyed my touch.
"Do you like that, my lord?" I whispered onto his lips as I bent down to kiss him lightly. I felt him smile against my lips as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me forward. I grasped the back of his head and deepened the kiss, my fingers in his hair and my heart beating fast. All the muscles in my body started to tighten, and his hands ran from my hips up to my waist and back down again, insistently pulling me toward him.
How can I want him again so quickly? I had to slow down if I wanted to do this right. I pulled out of the kiss slowly and took a deep breath, then put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. He wore an expression that said that he was allowing this delay against his better judgment.
"Don't make me tie your hands," I threatened.
His eyes flashed, but I wasn't sure if it was from impatience or amusement. His expression made it hard to tell, but he stayed still for the moment and did not respond.
I placed both hands on his stomach and ran them all the way up over his chest to his shoulders. Oh, he was wonderful to touch. His skin was warm and silky, and the thin black chest hair was tickly on my wrists. I could tell that he wasn't paying close attention to his illusion, because I could see the lines of his Jotun markings as shadows within the pale skin. I traced them with my fingertips, causing him to squirm when I reached the sides of his ribs.
"Is the great God Loki ticklish?" I surmised with a smile. Oh, this could be fun.
"No," he stated flatly, before I ran my fingernails from his waist to his armpits. He flinched and grasped my arms. "Stop that."
"Very well," I conceded, nodding. "I won't tickle you on purpose." I wonder if you're ticklish down THERE.
"I am not ticklish."
"If you say so." Spoilsport.
He narrowed his eyes at me but let go of my arms.
I ran my hands back up to his armpits, but used my full palms instead of just my fingertips. He relaxed slightly and closed his eyes. I massaged across his chest and down his stomach with my palms, then continued over the top of his hips on both sides down to his knees and back up the inside of his legs. His pants made soft cracking noises as his abdominal muscles tensed. He pulled in a sharp breath, but he did not open his eyes.
I rotated my hands slightly and passed to the sides of his groin, ending up over his front pockets. In between my hands, he flexed and made it clearly obvious that he had something there that wanted to be touched. I couldn't help but smile. I ran my hands up and down his hips just on each side of it, watching his reactions. He pushed upward with his hips slightly and made an impatient noise even though his mouth was closed.
I wonder if I should tell him to be still just like he did to me.
Try it, and 'still' will be the farthest thing from what I will be.
I smiled at his implied threat and allowed my thumbs to trail along both sides of his erection. He gritted his teeth and sucked his breath through his teeth, letting it out in a low growl. I wasn't sure which of us was more titillated by what I'd done. I could feel that there was something inherently dangerous about teasing him this way, but I was enjoying playing with fire. At least for the moment, I was in control, and I liked it.
I slid my hands up to his waistband, then inward to the buttons. I slowly brought the fabric together, then loosened one button after another.
You may find buttons tedious, but I don't.
He didn't answer. Each time I undid one, he made a small noise through his clenched teeth. I wondered how long he would be able to stand this. It didn't take very many buttons until I realized that he wore no underwear. The black curly hair became denser as I continued, but I had to be careful not to scratch him or pinch the tender skin as I loosed the last few to release him from the tight leather.
I took a moment to marvel at what I'd unleashed. I was no trembling virgin; I'd seen numerous men undressed before. Besides, I was an artist. I'd drawn most of them in great detail. But Loki was quite well endowed, and he was fully erect. I hadn't seen an erection of that size and girth since I was lovers with a young man of Scottish descent.
Wow. Now I know how he could father Jörmungandr. And Fenrir. And Hel. And Slepnir. Wait, he was Slepnir's mother. I cringed involuntarily. Shouldn't have thought about that. Ick.
"Will you please shut up about my progeny and take me sometime before Ragnarok?" Loki growled, interrupting my thoughts. "There is a reason it looks like that, you know." He flexed the muscle and his erection pulsed and became a dark red, almost purple.
I didn't think before grasping it in my hand. It was hot with the blood flowing through it, and despite the extra soft skin that told me he'd never been circumcised, the muscles inside were hard and tense. My memories kicked in then, of what it felt like to have something like that inside me. Every muscle in my groin clenched in anticipation.
Now you are just torturing me, he growled in my head.
I looked up at his face. His eyes were open and they had darkened to the deepest green they could be without becoming black. He glared at me, his teeth still clenched while he breathed heavily through them. I held his intense gaze and moved my hand gently, stroking the shaft and the tip. His eyes widened as he shuddered.
You do realize I could take you any time I wish, yes? He sent me a mental image of what that would be like. I wasn't sure whether to be frightened or excited by that prospect.
I know. But you're not going to.
And what power in the Nine Realms is stopping me?
Mine.
