He was close enough now that you could just barely hear his footsteps, his boots against the ground. You gulped, and right as you decided that you were about to turn and bolt as far and fast as you could, you felt hands on the backs of your shoulders. You screamed in terror and the chuckle that came from behind you was both comforting and frightening. 

"I thought you had learned not to trust what you see or hear when with me, love." 

As if you'd just ran again, your breathing was fast. He squeezed your right shoulder once, a subtle question to make sure you were well. You nodded lightly. He proceeded. 

"Did you really think it would be fair? Going against me? Someone so beautiful, so cherished, running from me and expecting me not to catch her?" 

You realized suddenly that the footsteps you'd heard, maybe even the twig snapping, hadn't truly been his doing. Simply an auditory illusion, or one of his doubles in the case you looked over. He could've been watching you this entire time. Somehow. 

His body pressed against yours, pressing you further against the rough tree bark. You could smell him so well from here, and you felt yourself salivate slightly. Something cool yet soothing, the smell of leather, and a more persistent smell of his musk from the usual do the running he'd done. 

"Tell me, was it scary? Running from me?" 

You nodded, turning your head to the side so you could see him. Loki looked the same as his usual, besides his slightly mussed hair and his cheeks being lightly flushed. You tried not to focus on how pretty it made him look. You most definitely were not meant to think that about him now. 

He looked back at you, and he looked fierce and severe, but you (and no one else would have noticed) noticed how his eyes seemed to briefly soften when yours found his, as if he, too, was endeared at how you looked after your (much less graceful) running through the forest. 

"Why did it have you fearful? Tell me." He demanded, taking one of your hands and placing it by your head, against the tree bark, one of his quickly following it. 

"I did not know... where you would come from. Or how fast you would be." You'd finally found your voice, much to the relief of you both. 

"Very fast." He whispered into your ear. You shivered pleasantly at the feeling of his breath against your neck. 

"I wonder what I shall do now that I have caught my wonderful, priceless prize. Perhaps I shall take her home to admire her. Or..." his other hand moved around your waist, pulling you flush against him. A soft whine came out of you at the feel of him hard against you. You'd already wanted him upon waking. It was practically unbearable at this point, your gusset soaked. 

"Or," He continued lowly, biting your earlobe. "I can have my prize here. Since I am incredibly generous, I'll let you voice your opinion."

"Here..." Your reply was immediate and breathless. There'd been some agreement to keep the game going for a while longer after he'd caught you, to have you playfully try and flee one last time, but you couldn't possibly be expected to remember details like that when your handsome husband was moments away from ravishing you against a tree, his hard cock pressing into you. 

Also, why in the world would you ever willingly free from his embrace once you were already in it? 

Loki chuckled softly against your head, clearly surprised that you'd changed the script like this. 

"So eager, my love." He purred, and you knew that this was him, not the role he was playing. He was utterly enamored with you right now. 

"Mmm, I want you." 

"I can see that." You could feel his grin against your temple. "So desperate for your husband's cock that you cannot even play a game properly with me before I give it to you, hm? What should the Realms think?"

"The Realms have no business knowing." 

"Mm, indeed. Moreover, I am sure they know just how happy you are from the way you so love clinging to my arm during celebrations." 

It was becoming incredibly taxing to try and pay attention to his words while having him pressed to you like this, tempting you. You did your best to move against him as best as you could, both hoping for some relief and hoping to tempt him into actually taking you like he'd promised.

"Look at you..." He cooed, eyes moving down to watch the way you pressed your backside repeatedly against his cock. "You debauched thing." 

"Loki... you promised." 

"Yes, I did indeed, but you usually have more patience than this, my love. Has this new setting inspired you so deeply? Made you a feral tigress, perhaps." 

You fought against his hands holding you the tree, wanting to turn around and kiss him deep, but he held strong. 

"We do this on my terms. As we agreed, my love. Do you remember?" He whispered, voice darkening slightly (for effect and dramatics of course). 

You nodded silently, and Loki seemed pleased, almost as if your previous game had begun anew. 

"So, my beautiful prey wishes to be at my mercy in this lush forest, hm? She does not wish to delay her fate... what a brave darling." 

You shivered, feeling half-mad at this point. Loki had always been one for the theatrics, and you hated him for it right now. His idea for the two of you to be intimate in the wild forests by the palace of Asgard had been devious and utterly salacious (like most things he came up with), and you were currently more aroused than you felt you'd ever been, which is exactly why you wanted desperately to shut him up, as much as you loved him and his dramatics. He would not leave something unfinished, however. You knew this full well and when it extended to your marriage bed, you were usually more than happy to encourage him. But not now. 

You huffed, resting your forehead against the bark. 

"And now she wishes to misbehave, it seems." He tutted sharply, and you felt a small, secretive smirk pull at your mouth. 

"Will you apologize?" And he was smirking, too. 

You both fully expected the shake of your head that followed.

"I shall remember this..." He promised, his voice quiet and calm. It made your insides tighten pleasantly. 

Unable to help yourself, you were utterly gleeful when you felt one of Loki’s hands begin to pull up your skirts.

“I wonder, are you dripping down these thighs, pet? I wish so desperately to devour you…”

You whined, pressing back against him. You ached to have him inside of you.

“You frenzied darling… do you need my cock?” He was teasing you, and enjoying this far too much.

“Yes…” You replied with no hesitation.

“Touch it, then. Reach for it.” He goaded.

You did not wait a moment longer, sighing as he released your hand, moving it between the two of you and moaning at the sound of him freeing himself for you. You took him in hand, squeezing his hardness and salivating at the thought of it inside of you. At the thought of it in your mouth. Though you knew he would not let you now. He was far too eager, much as he tried to deny it, to have you properly. Perhaps he would let you tonight, if you batted your eyes at him enough. In truth, you knew with certainty that he would gladly let you do anything to him, but he liked to make a game of everything.

“Do you see what you have done to me? What the thrill of running after you, after your luxurious skirts has made of me?” Loki pressed his mouth to your ear, kissing your jaw gently. “What thrill I have experienced at the mere thought of what lies beneath this dress?”

“Loki…”

He shushed you gently, kissing your cheek. He hissed at how you began to stroke him. You could feel how eager he was. He was utterly hard, and his cock twitched when you gave it a particularly slow, playful stroke.

“Tell me, do you wish to be fucked?” He whispered darkly, all while holding you lovingly and making sure he shielded you when a stronger gust of wind blew through the forest.

“Yes, please…”

“Ask for it, pet.” You were certain he wished to sound demanding, but it sounded like a plea to your experienced ears.

“Please… please fuck me.”

He let out a shaky breath at your words and rucked your skirts up to your hips, bending you over slightly. He soon followed, caging you in with his chest to your back.

“I felt it only right… that I take you like this. To have us like wild beasts.” He whispered.

And you honestly did not care. He could have chosen to take you in any position, and you would have welcomed it. You just needed your husband here and now. You placed both of your hands back up against the tree trunk, stabilizing yourself in your utterly exposed position. You felt a flash of vulnerability in such a position, in a place like this, associated with dangers, but your heart did not allow you to dwell on it. Because Loki was here with you, and you trusted him with your entire soul, and knew he would not let anything hurt you. Because you knew that your souls were yours as much as each other’s.

You came back to the present when you heard him chuckle darkly before delivering a light slap to your right ass cheek (and then squeezing it indulgently). You felt yourself tighten at the sensation, and you could tell he enjoyed the sight.

“You delightful darling… no undergarments, all so that I might feast my eyes on this sweet jewel all the quicker.” He praised you as if he hadn’t pulled off your undergarments himself in your chambers before you’d left for the forest and had a taste.

Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of the tip of his cock gently running up and down your slit. Loki’s other hand moved to your hip, rubbing it soothingly with his thumb.

“Are you ready for me, pet? I ask out of the sheer kindness of my heart and the manners I was raised with. I can clearly see you are prepared to take me, my excited minx.”

You nodded, your legs feeling as if they were ready to give out from anticipation. It was like this every time with him, and yet you never could get used to it.

Loki was truly taking it far this time. He got closer to you, and decided to keep torturing you both by pressing his tip inside of you and then pulling it out, and this repeatedly. You could feel how frustrated he was (even though it was his own decision to do this) by how his hand around your hip tightened slightly.

“Ohh, I’ll make you mine forever, pet, once you take me in.” He growled lowly, his eyes on where you were both joined.

You moaned lowly and pressed back against him, taking his cock further. It was enough to have him give in, and he simply let yourself sink back onto his cock with a soft groan.

“Yesss…” He hissed, placing his other hand atop yours on the bark.

From there, it became as wild and animalistic as he’d promised. You both did not hold back on your sounds of pleasure, and he held you tight, pressing hot kisses to your neck.

"Norns, I love this sweet cunt. My very own piece of Valhalla, hm?" He was panting in your ear. 

"I love you, I love you-" You babbled, panting and jostling forward with his thrusts. 

"I know... I love you, too, my darling. My angelic beauty, my siren, my nymph." He groaned, pulling you in closer and lifting both your torsos up by wrapping an arm around your middle. He then turned your head and angled it towards his for a messy kiss. 

You'd both been playing this game for far too long, teasing one another and letting pure adrenaline course through your veins. You knew you would not last much longer, and by the way Loki was clutching you and had finally forgone your game, you knew he wouldn't, either. 

He seemed to know, as well, likely from how he felt you tightening around him, and feeling your thighs start to tremble. 

"Reach down and touch yourself, my love." He ordered and it came out sounding far harsher than he'd meant it with how he was panting. 

And you, eager to make you both feel as good as he was making you feel, reached down with a trembling hand and began to touch yourself, rubbing your clitoris. Your body's reaction was immediate, and the way you tightened around Loki's cock was nearly his undoing. 

"Nornssss," He hissed, though it sounded much like a whine, too. "I am... besotted with you, and your sounds, and the feel... of you." He panted, pulling you back against his cock more firmly, a sign he was nearly at his peak. "I would chase you... through the Nine... Realms-"

"Loki..." You cried his name into the serene echo of the forest, and that was all it took for your husband. 

He let out a low groan of your own name, his forehead pressing to the back of your head as he gave a few more sharp thrusts before stopping, buried to the hilt inside of you. You could feel him coming to completion, warming you from the inside. You kept up the pace of your fingers' own movements, so very close to your own peak, but it wasn't long before Loki, still pit of breath, moved your hand aside and took over the movements for you. 

"My darling... grant me this one wish, this one blessing... come around me, please." He pleaded with you, his words so very moving in a moment so fiercely erotic. "I wish to feel the pleasure I give you." 

A cry of his name came a few moments later from your throat, and he nodded against your temple, speaking soft words of encouragement and kissing the side of your face tenderly. 

You both slumped against the tree, breathing hard. Then, Loki moved you both around, so he could sit down with his back to the tree trunk and pull you into his lap, holding you to him. He tenderly brushed his fingers across your back, kissing your forehead a few times and letting you catch your breath. When he felt you relax and go lax in his arms, he tilted his head to look at you.

"Well? How was that?" He grinned. 

"Utterly debauched, husband. I feel like an unruly bride who has just eloped with her love, unable to wait a moment longer.”

“Ah, then you would be the prettiest unruly bride that ever was, my perfect vixen. You were exquisite.” He was utterly smug and he was unafraid to show it. He seemed to even sit taller somehow, even when sitting up against a tree in a damned forest.

“Do you feel well?” He proceeded, now much more genuine and gentle. “Are you hurt anywhere? Were you scared whilst we played chase?”

You shook your head, pressing the side of it against his chest. He gently rested his chin atop your head, in turn.

“That gladdens me, my love. Do you need anything? I shall get us into a bath once we are back home, and then I shall get you beneath our furs to warm you.” He promised tenderly.

“I am alright, darling… Perhaps a bit unsteady on my feet at the moment, is all.” You replied, your voice a tad hoarse.

“It shall pass, my love.” He replied, attempting to hold back his pride at your confession.

“Did I mention how perfect you were and how beautiful you looked? It was utterly enchanting to chase after you, my love. You were like an elusive nymph, made in shape and mind solely with tormenting me in mind. And you played the part of a scared doe so very well, my little performer.”

“Perhaps next time you shall be the doe. Except I will not chase you.”

He laughed softly.

“If I was to be your prey, my love, I would willingly come to you. You are utterly irresistible.”

You remained in quaint silence for a short while.

“…Do you think we are missed in the palace? Perhaps we should begin making our way back so that we are back before dark.”

“We shall go soon, my love. But I cannot possibly let you go as you are.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, watching as Loki suddenly pulled one of his thicker cloaks out of a bit of green mist, setting it easily down onto the ground by the both of you.

“Sit there, my darling.” He urged you patiently, helping you sit yourself onto the cloak, much to your confusion. From there, he gently helped you lie back on it all while settling himself between your legs with a boyish glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“My love, I do not understand-”

“-Shh, my darling. Will you allow me to do this? I would not, in good conscience, let this go to waste.” Loki murmured, slowly rucking up your skirts. You looked at him with slow understanding, reaching towards him.

He simply caught your hand in his own, pressing a kiss to it.

“Husband, that is incredibly filthy…” You began, watching him with trepidation (and a bit of undeniable thrill).

“It is not, my love. It is simply the two of us.” He reasoned softly, finally seeing your bare cunt come into view again, now messy from a mixture of your respective cum.

“You cannot truly wish to-”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked softly, watching you seriously.

You shook your head a bit too quickly and he smiled before leaning in to lick a line up your slit, unbothered.

You moaned, your other hand going to his head and curling into his hair.

Loki, all too happily, pulled away after a few moments of uninterrupted silence, licking at his lips.

“I must say, dearest, I am upset I have not thought of this before. We taste quite nice.”

You groaned, embarrassed just as much as you were aroused.

“You are truly devious, husband.”

“I shall take that as the highest compliment, especially coming from my muse.”

“Your muse?” You repeated, raising a brow, watching him fix your skirts.

“Naturally, my love. Who else would have inspired me to come up with such a filthy adventure?” Loki grinned, leaning over to kiss your covered hip.

Her back was to him, and she was on her side, in one of her lovely, enchanting silk nightgowns. White silk, as if the colour itself would make the heat more bearable for her. His every instinct had been screaming at him to ravish her from the moment she had put it on earlier in the evening. She tended to remain in her day dress for a while longer upon retiring to their chambers for the evening, but she had not managed to hold out this night. With her first step into the privacy of their rooms, she had asked him to help rid her of her dress. He’d had to hold back his insatiable adoration for her so as to leave only her wishes fulfilled. His were much lewder (and unacceptable in such weather).

Even now, hours later, he craved her. But he knew she would hit him, or worse, berate him, if he tried anything now. It is why he had spent the past few minutes earnestly praying to the Norns for a reprieve from this heat. All in the name of the sanctity of marriage, he’d assured them in his silent prayers.

He heard more than saw one of her hands reaching back blindly for him, smacking their sheets a few times before making contact with the bare skin of his torso. She, and this offended Loki very much, made a displeased sound once she felt him.

“You are not cold.” She said, turning onto her other side, finally granting him a look at her beautiful (currently sour) face.

“No,” He grinned despite his previous offense, he could not help his smiles around her. “I believe that is impossible with the current state of affairs, my darling.”

“You are a Jötunn, husband.”

“Yes, beloved, I am. However, just as any other creature currently rendered to a pathetic state in this weather, my heritage does not seem to matter, as we seem to be suffering together.”

“Should you not be exempt from the effects of the heat?” She continued to riposte with him, propped up on her forearm.

Loki chuckled, truly endeared at how the heat seemed to make his wife even more fiery than her usual.

“Perhaps in my true form, beloved. Or, perhaps, I might tolerate it even less. I could not say.”

“We should try.” She poked the middle of his chest with her index.

“My dearest, I adore you, I truly do, but I shall not risk immolation for the sake of your greater comfort.”

“Then you do not truly love me.” She huffed, flopping onto her back just as he began to laugh at her outburst.

“The heat has rendered you insolent, my love. And forgetful, it seems.”

She turned her head just enough to glare at him, one eyebrow raised in silent question.

“You seem to have forgotten my very being, dearest. I live to love and pleasure you.” He purred lowly, one of his hands lightly tracing her silk-clad side. “Which is why I could not risk dying, even if to refresh you. Who would please you once I am gone?”

“One of the guards, maybe. They do so love to ogle my figure.” She could not hide her amusement at her own words, smirk pulling at her mouth.

“Do not jest, wife. I am in no mood.” Loki leaned over her, his hair falling like curtains around her head.

“And yet when you do it, the Realms must endure it-”

Loki quieted her with a kiss, her tongue gladly meeting his despite her previous complaints of being too close to him to bear. When she got like this, Loki found her both irritating and enticing. Mostly enticing.

She broke the kiss after a few more moments of bliss, and granted him reprieve by letting him lavish her neck with kisses and bites.

“Could we not have Thor force the storm?” She thought aloud, staring up at the ceiling.

The idea had Loki pausing, pulling away from her neck to look at her.

“… I shall discuss with him in the morn, my love.”

“Could we not wake him now? Break his doors down. For the good of Asgard, surely.”

“Nothing could wake him, my love. You know this. The oaf rises when he is ready to.”

She groaned, running her palms down her face in frustration before pushing him off her rather abruptly. Loki could not help but pout slightly, watching her as she stood from their bed and walked to the windows. The curtains were barely moving. Even the usual breeze seemed to have been suffocated by the heat.

“I must go.”

“Go? Dearest, we should not jump to rash decisions such as seeking asylum in another realm from a few days of hotter weather.”

He watched her fan herself with her nightgown, pulling the fabric away from her chest repeatedly in order to create a light breeze for herself.

“Even your unending wisdom seems to have been subdued by the heat, husband.”

Loki watched her. Admired her, really, though it was becoming harder to the more she continued to poke at him with increasingly barbed words.

“I will strongly consider a visit to Jotunheim with you tomorrow, darling, if it means having my wife returned to me. She seems to have been replaced by a cruel woman, whose powers lie in sharpened words.”

She turned back to look at him (maybe glaring was a better description of what she was doing). Loki still found her deeply, impossibly irresistible. “Will you join me for a walk in the gardens, or shall I go it alone?”

It is how they found themselves in the gardens minutes later. Despite her usual affinity for maintaining a good impression in court, she had not bothered to change at all, to put an outer robe on, or even to put a cloak on. Her daring had caused him to harden in his breeches, though he’d been somewhat hard from the moment she’d begun to admonish him in their bed.

Loki himself had remained shirtless, only his leather trousers on. He had some dignity, after all. And an affinity for style. He could not very well go out in his sleep breeches. He wasn’t Thor.

The breeze seemed to have found them now that they were down in the gardens, seemingly eager for some company. His darling seemed plenty happy to be that company. After a few minutes of traipsing through the outer gardens under the hazy moonlight, she linked her arm with his and Loki felt his heart soar.

“My darling… I have missed you.” He cooed, looking down at their arms, touching again after what had felt like an eternity even to him.

“You simply have a flair for the dramatics, my love.”

He grinned, hearing her call him a sweeter name once more.

“You must stop seducing me, my heart. I can only take so much from my perfect temptress.”

“I do not aim to seduce you, husband.” She spoke the words as if she were, funnily enough, recounting the weather, but he could see her amusement plainly on her face.

“No? Then you’ve a natural talent for it, my love.” His body moved of its own accord, stepping in front of her and pulling her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her middle.

“You are incessant, Loki…” Even still, he could see the smile on her lips. The moon seemed to be on his side, its rays illuminating her smile further.

“I am a man in love.” He corrected. “It cannot be helped. I need you. I ache for you. Even this heat was not enough to stop my mind from straying to thoughts of your ambrosial cunt, darling. To thoughts of it around me, wanting me deeper inside it.” He was whispering the words against her temple, feeling her breath on his neck as it quickened.

 “You always take me exquisitely well, my darling. Could we not see if that is also the case in the royal gardens?” His grin was saccharine, framing him as an innocent as if he wasn’t a starving, salivating wolf.

“I should have left you in our bed.”

“I would have crawled after you, my love. See what you have made of me? The God of Mischief, happy to be on his knees for someone else.”

“I would have tied you up to prevent you from following after me.” She could act unaffected by his words all she wanted, but he could feel her hands sliding up his chest slowly whilst she spoke her biting words.

“I would welcome any sensation if it came from you, dearest, no matter how restrictive.”

She huffed, turning her head away from him to hide her smirk, Loki using that moment as an excuse to lean in and kiss her jaw.

She tilted her head and looked behind his head.

“That tree.” She said softly.

Loki hummed lazily in reply, senses attuned to her proximity and nothing else.

“Come now my dear, I expected better from someone so eager to serve.”

You huffed a little, heat rising to your cheeks. Your hands clutched at the fur around his shoulders, using it to anchor yourself. His thick cock is filling you so deeply, your poor pussy fluttering around the length.

“M’trying.” You whine out, more pathetically than it sounded in your head.

“Trying simply isn’t good enough. You’d think for a mortal, the chance to service a king would be an honor.”

You could tell from his tone he was trying to fluster you, but alas it works. With another large breath, you start to move your tired thighs. Each drag of your body up and down feels heavenly, aided by his one hand leisurely stroking your waist. It trails up and down before landing on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“That’s more like it pet, just like that.”

His praise washes over you, encouraging you to move more and more and more. You let the fur beneath your fingertips run along your skin, keeping your momentum.

“See? For a human you aren’t so bad after all.”

Despite the condescension you find yourself nodding, the pleasure coursing up your spine. The soft plaps of your thighs echo around the throne room, reverberating off the decadent golds.

“Such a symphony your body seems to be making, how precious. If one of my guards came in, they’d be treated to a gift for all the senses.”

At his words, your cheeks flush, the clarity of your situation settling. Your moans, the wet sounds of your cunt, the slaps of your thighs and ass on his, his groans and teasing words. It all sounds loud, too loud.

You attempt to quieten down, biting your lip gently to dull the pathetic whines. But the king doesn’t take too kindly to that, his hand leaving your hip to grip your throat.

“I don’t recall asking you to be quiet. If I want the nine realms to hear you cry out for me then you will cry out.”

His fingers tighten their hold a little, a moan clawing its way out from you. The pressure around your neck sends a jolt down your body, your hips now moving on their own. Over and over again you rock against him, feeling his dick hitting that spot inside of you. Instinctively you pull your clenched fists, the fur of his dramatic outfit still in your grasp, making him tut.

“If you damage this cape, there will be hell to pay.” He mutters sharply.

You could have swore in frustration at how unaffected he sounds if you weren’t currently shaking with need. Seemingly he noticed, granting you at least some pity by reaching up to play with one of your nipples, having tugged the luxurious asgardian dress he’d draped over you to the side.

At his ministrations, you stutter out your need for release, watching as the cocky grin on his face widens. He hums, as if in thought before speaking.

“Do you think you deserve to? You may have to convince me dear.”

If there’s one thing that Loki loves more than anything, it’s being worshipped. And he’ll never pass up an opportunity to hear the luscious noises leave your parted lips as you beg for release. And at your words, he inwardly has to restrain himself from filling you up right there and then.

He reluctantly lets you, knowing any more and he may accidentally reveal to you just how much you turn him on. As you cum, soaking his lap, both of his large hands find a home gripping the fat of your hips harshly.

Without a seconds hesitation, he begins to thrust up inside you, holding you in place as he uses your poor pussy, now twitching in overstimulation. Your whines fall on deaf ears as he chases his release, the slap of your bodies against eachother now deafening around the golden palace.

With a loud groan he slams you down onto him, burying his dick to the hilt as he empties himself inside. You gasp, shivering as you feel him pump his release in your used cunt, the sensation leaving you warm and satiated. With nowhere to go, you squirm a little and look down as little drips of cum leak out of the sides of his cock, but you can still feel most of it inside you. Where it belongs, you know he’d say.

His hand makes its way to your hair, gently stroking the sweaty strands, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you, darling.”

Laughter echoed through the massive penthouse lounge, barely audible over the booming music forcing its way through the locked door. The noise grated on your already frazzled nerves as you stared at your own defeated face in the bathroom mirror.

Huffing a sigh, you gathered the length of your hair in one hand and lifted it from the back of your neck in an attempt to grant yourself an ounce of relief from the stifling evening as you replayed the conversation in your mind once again.

"You don't actually expect me to believe that, right?" Tony scoffed into his whiskey.

"No, no, it is true! My brother was quite popular with the ladies and the gentlemen before his banishment to Midgard!" Thor replied, a wide smile on his face as he clapped Loki firmly on the shoulder.

The dark-haired prince crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back into the rich leather of the sofa and rolling his eyes as your teammates pelted him with questions.

Extremely personal questions.

You couldn't help the color that rose to your cheeks as your lover humored them. While he didn't divulge too much detail, your mind had quickly begun to race, bombarding you with images of him with past flings.

You had never considered yourself a jealous person by any means, but the idea of Loki with other people while you hadn't so much as seen each other naked made your stomach twist in an ugly display of insecurity.

You stared down at the glass of champagne in your hand, the golden bubbles now seeming more mocking than celebratory.

You didn't know why it was bothering you so deeply; should have known.

He was tall and handsome and a prince. Of course he would be more... experienced. Yet you couldn't help the embarrassment you felt so deeply toward your own lack of intimate encounters.

Sure, there had been one or two instances of drunken make out sessions and that one time with the cute bar tender but nothing had really developed beyond that. Between grad school and your work with Stark Industries, there just hadn't but much time for romance in your life. Until you met Loki.

"You're going to eat that poor girl alive, aren't you?" Tony asked flatly before standing to refill his glass at the bar.

Your grip on the glass's stem tightened involuntarily as your heart leapt into your throat.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

You knocked back the rest of your drink before you could shatter the crystal and set the glass on the coffee table, quickly making a beeline for the restroom you knew resided just down the hall.

You let your hair fall back down around your shoulders and adjusted the straps of your overly-expensive dress.

You weren't sure why Tony's comment had gotten under skin.

You were a successful woman with a career that any man in a C suite would kill for, for fuck's sake. Who cared if you were still a virgin in your late twenties?

But the truth was that you cared.

You didn't necessarily regret spending your young adult life in lecture halls and internships; it would be stupid to regret the hard work that had allowed you to live the life of your dreams.

But maybe your younger self could have stood to have more fun before beginning your career.

Realizing you had been hiding in the bathroom for far too long, you mustered up your remaining energy to plaster a smile you hoped was convincing enough and reached for the doorknob.

Your hopes of going unnoticed were dashed as your boyfriend's looming figure appeared next to the doorframe, his hands tucked into the pockets of his immaculately tailored black suit. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of him, a sharp gasp escaping your chest.

"Loki! You scared the shit out of me!" you snapped, lightly slapping his bicep.

He smiled softly and gently took your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss.

"Forgive me, my love. You were gone for quite some time."

Your heart began to melt in your chest at the soft tone of his voice and the genuine concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just needed a minute to... to myself."

You gave his hand a slight squeeze, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions about your sudden departure from the conversation.

But he knows you. So of course he does.

"Is everything alright?" he asked quietly, his eyes silently searching yours for a hint as to what might have bothered you enough to make you disappear.

"Yeah, I'm just tired is all..." you trailed off, too embarrassed to voice what had actually upset you.

He took your hand in his once more and placed it on the crook of his elbow as he began to lead you down the hall. You started to protest, completely opposed to the prospect of rejoining the party, your mood thoroughly ruined.

"Just walk with me," he asked delicately, his voice oddly reassuring. After a moment of silent deliberation, you nodded, straitening your spine in resolve. You followed as he led you through the lounge and onto the terrace, ignoring the group's calls for the two of you to returned to the party.

The cool air and comforting quiet of the night around you was a relief as you stood beside him and looked out at the bustling city sprawled out below. You leaned forward, resting your forearms on the cold metal and closing your eyes as you listened to the faint sounds of cars honking and people shouting.

Loki stood silently beside you, his gaze drifting occasionally from the city lights to the curve of your figure, his thoughts beginning to wander slightly.

When he initially fell for you, he was scared shitless.

There he was, banished from his home, trapped on an unfamiliar planet surrounded by people who hated him, and the most unsure of himself he had ever been in his life.

And you were so kind to him.

You never mentioned his past. No backhanded comments ever left your lips. You didn't find excuses to leave whatever room he was in. You were so smart and beautiful and he quickly found himself looking forward to his next interaction with you. His heart began to race in your presence.

So he paid attention.

To what you were reading, what you liked to eat, where you enjoyed spending your time. He familiarized himself with Midgardian courting practices, often (to his own chagrin) asking his brother about his experiences. From what he had gathered, men who were overly eager to jump into bed were viewed as unfit partners.

So he waited for you.

He didn't mind; he'd wait as long as he needed to.

Loki was pulled from his reverie when he realized you were shivering.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders before joining you at the railing. You smiled up at him, pulling his jacket tighter around yourself and he could've sworn his heart stopped then and there.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" he finally asked before wrapping an arm around your waist. You let a long sigh escape through your nose, debating how embarrassing it would be to admit you were still a virgin.

"You have to promise me you won't laugh."

"I promise."

You looked down at your clasped hands resting on the railing, suddenly finding the paint peeling off the metal extremely interesting.

"I'm still... I've never-" you cut yourself off and dropped your head into your hands, your face flushing anew.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"I'm a virgin."

There. It was out in the open.

The deafening silence that followed was enough to bring tears to your eyes, the shame overwhelming.

"Forget it. I never should have brought it up. I should've known this was-" your self-deprecating words were abruptly cut off by his lips on yours, his arms crushing you against his chest in a warm embrace. His hands slid up the length of your body before coming to cup your face and hold you in place as he broke the kiss.

"Why would that matter to me?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"I don't know I just... I'm too old and I have no idea what I'm doing and you have so much experience-"

"Beloved, did you just call me a whore?" he cut you off again, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"No! It's just that-"

"I'm just trying to get a rise out of you, darling," he chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"You're not... weirded out?" you asked, the confusion evident on your face.

"Why would I be?"

"Don't you think that I'm bit old to be a virgin or something?"

"What's a couple of decades when you live for five thousand years, give or take?"

Alright, that was a good point.

"Okay, well, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Seventeen." You hid your face in your hands once more, groaning in frustration as any relief you felt from his previous comments completely evaporated.

He chuckled softly, his arms snaking around your waist once more to pull you back against his chest. You couldn't help but melt into him, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder. The pair of you stayed in the embrace for a few minutes, letting the shared heat of your bodies keep you warm as the party continued on inside.

You couldn't help but shiver as he dropped his mouth to the shell of your ear, his slight stubble brushing deliciously against your skin.

"You know, darling, if you're this concerned about it, I could take care of it for you."

You blushed for umpteenth time that night, your heart lurching at the proposition as heat began to pool low in your stomach. You could feel yourself becoming light headed as his hands slowly traced the curve of your waist.

"What do you mean?"

You could practically feel the smirk forming on his lips as your vision was overtaken by a glow of green light. Your grip on his forearms tightened as the image of your bedroom came into view, two figures materializing on the twisted nest of sheets.

Squinting against the light, you could just make out a head of long, dark hair tucked between a pair of legs, a single hand trailing down to thread its fingers through the black tresses. Your cheeks instantly flushed as you realized what he was showing you, shifting your thighs together in an attempt to gain some semblance of relief.

"Have I made my intentions clear enough, darling?" came his raspy reply, his voice low and tempting against the column of your neck. Goosebumps erupted across your exposed skin, the evening air suddenly both too chilly and too stifling.

"I... suppose I could be convinced," you answered coyly.

Loki's hands drifted down to your hips, squeezing slightly.

"I need to hear you say yes, beloved."

Your knees damn near buckled at the silky tone of his voice in your ear, the heat in your lower abdomen quickly becoming unbearable.

"Yes."

You could practically feel the smirk on his lips, your stomach flipping as his grip tightened slightly, his fingers digging into your hips. Another flash of green light and you were standing in your bedroom, the light dimmed and curtains drawn against the city lights.

Candles burned on your nightstands and dresser, giving the space a dreamy atmosphere. Your sheets had been replaced with silky forest green ones, a fluffy white duvet tucked over them. Your heart melted at the thought he had put into it.

You were pulled from your reverie by the sensation of his lips on your shoulder. Letting your head fall back to rest on his chest, you closed your eyes and let yourself relax against him. His fingertips trailed slowly up your arm, sending a shiver down your spine as he reached the strap of your dress.

Butterflies raged in your stomach as pulled away slightly to find the zipper and slowly pulling it down the length of your spine. Gently taking your hand in his, he spun you to face him as the fabric pooled at your feet, revealing the emerald lace beneath.

His raked over your body as his hands settled on your hips, tugging you closer.

"You little minx," he mumbled, his voice low and raspy.

"Lack of experience doesn't mean lack of style," you replied with a confidence you didn't quite feel.

"Lucky for you, darling, I lack neither."

"Show me."

You didn't have to tell him twice.

His lips found yours in an instant, his hands pressing your body firmly against his. You let him take the reins, basking in the sensation of his warmth. His tongue traced the length of your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You grant it, nearly sighing as his tongue gently caressed the roof of your mouth.

As his hands slide up the exposed skin of your waist, a stark reminder of the discrepancy between your two states of dress. Intent on remedying that, you slid your hands slowly up his stomach and onto his chest before finding the knot of his tie and working it loose. You could feel him smile into your lips as he realized what you wanted.

Releasing you from his grip, he quickly undid the tie and let it drop to the floor before going to work on the buttons of his shirt without breaking your kiss. You traced your hands over the smooth skin of his chest, sliding them over his shoulders and pushing the fabric down his arms to join his tie on the carpet.

Loki cupped your face in his hands, threading his fingers through your hair as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth. A soft moan escaped your throat, desperation beginning to settle into your core. You began fumbling with his belt, suddenly anxious to have him stripped down to nothing. He interrupted your efforts, intertwining his fingers with your own and flashing you a devastating smile when you whined out loud.

"Patience, darling," he teased.

"Come on, Loki..."

"We'll get there, my love. But first," he leaned closer, his lips just brushing your ear, "I want to watch you come undone."

Your entire body flushed at his words, the room suddenly significantly warmer than it was even five minutes earlier. He captured your lips once again, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. Your arms found their way around his neck, tugging his head down for easier access. Pressing your back against the solid wood of your bedroom door, he titled your chin to the side and pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

Your back arched involuntarily as he reached your collarbone, your fingers digging into the skin of his back. His hands slid down to your thighs, swiftly tugging your legs up to wrap around his hips before pressing himself against your core, the feeling of his hard length pulling a whimper from your lips.

He slid one hand from your thigh over the curve of your ass and up your back to unclip your bra in one smooth motion. Your cheeks burned as the lace cups began to dip below the swell of your breasts, your nipples stiffening into peaks as they were revealed to the open air. Unaccustomed to being so exposed, you tried to cover yourself from view. He gently took your wrists in his hands, tenderly prying your hands away from your chest.

"Don't hide from me," he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart leapt in your chest as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to its back as his green eyes locked onto your own.

"I've just never..." you cut yourself off, suddenly aware of how ridiculous you must have sounded.

"I know, darling. Just let me worship you."

You nodded, deciding to be brave and allowing him to pin your hands against the surface of the door. Your pulse quickened at the sensation of his skin brushing against your nipples, feeling slightly light headed as his lips dropped to your neck once again, sucking the skin harshly before soothing it with his tongue.

Your lips fell open as he trailed kisses down your chest, taking both your wrists into one hand and holding them above your head as the other delicately traced the bottom curve of your left breast. He dragged the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of your right nipple, your cunt soaking the fabric of your lingerie.

He continued to tease you for a few seconds longer before sucking the hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from you. He rolled the sensitive flesh between his teeth, his tongue flicking over the tip. Your fell back against the door, wrists straining against his firm grip. His other hand cupped your left breast, his fingers gently pinching the nipple. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for a shred of friction on your drenched core.

"So sensitive for me, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly, his mouth releasing your nipple with a lewd pop. "Look at you... so beautiful."

"Loki... I need you," you whined. You attempted to pull your wrists free from his grip to no avail.

"You'll have me, my love."

Finally releasing your hands, he gripped your ass firmly and walked you to the edge of the bed. He settled onto the duvet, laying back with your legs straddling his hips. Your core clenched at the sight of him beneath you, his hair slightly mussed and his lean torso fully bare. His eyes dropped to your tits before flicking back up to meet yours, his arousal obvious through the fabric of his dress pants.

Sliding your hands up his chest, you slowly lowered your body over his, the friction of his skin on yours making your head swim. He slid one hand behind your head, pulling your lips down to his. His other hand came to rest on your ass, toying with the waistband of your panties. His hips bucked up slightly, the motion causing a sinful brush of friction against your cunt.

Loki hooked two fingers into your waistband in an attempt to pull them down your hips before you snatched his hand away, pressing it down against the sheets.

“You’re still overdressed,” you pointed out, your eyes flicking down to the offending pants.

“Are you going to remedy that, my lady?”

You bit back a satisfied smirk before sliding your hands to his belt, making quick work of the buckle before undoing the button. You took the zipper between your teeth, holding his gaze pointedly as you pulled it down. He allowed you to press a few precious kisses to the skin of his hips as he lifted them so you could pull his slack down and let them drop to the floor.

Your mouth watered at the outline of his hardened cock straining against his briefs. You were just about to free him from the oppressive fabric when he stopped you, pulling you back up to press a soft kiss to your pouted lips.

“Another time. Tonight is about you.”

You nodded, too horny to argue with him on this. You pulled you into a deep kiss before shifting his weight to roll you onto your back, your legs parting to accommodate him. His tongue invaded your mouth once again as he dragged his hips against yours, grinding his cock against your throbbing pussy.

You arched up against him, threading your fingers through his dark hair. He slid a hand down your stomach and underneath the waistband of your lace bottoms. His fingers traced the length of your soaked lips before making slow, steady circles around your sensitive clit. You moaned lewdly into his mouth, your legs parting further to give him more room.

“Already so wet for me,” he mumbled against your lips. “Can’t wait to stretch you out.”

You nodded frantically at the prospect, your cunt flooding anew at the low chuckle that rumbled in his chest. He sucked the delicate skin of your neck as his fingers traced your entrance, teasing you.

“Do you want my fingers inside you?” he asked, his teeth grazing your ear.

“Yes,” you whimpered pathetically, bucking your hips up into his hand.

“Yes what, darling?”

“Yes, please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said smugly.

He slipped two fingers inside, curling them against your walls and circling your clit with his thumb. Your back arched off the mattress, your pussy clenching around his digits. Lifting your hands above your head, you gripped the sheets beneath you, desperate for a way to ground yourself. You were vaguely aware of Loki tugging your panties down your legs, exposing your dripping cunt. You covered your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed at the prospect of being fully naked in front of him.

Parting your thighs further, he trailed kisses across the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He pulled this thumb away from your clit, causing you to groan at the loss of contact.

“Look at me,” he demanded quietly.

Dropping your hands from your face, you forced yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes bored into yours as his mouth dropped to your pussy, his tongue licking a fat stripe over your clit. Your mouth fell open at the sight, his long fingers still pumping in and out of your drenched hole. His wicked tongue flicked expertly over your clit, his fingertips brushing that special spot you could never quite reach yourself.

“Oh fuck, Loki!” you gasped, one hand shooting down to grip his hair once more.

He let you grind yourself up against his mouth as his tongue and fingers continued working you with ridiculous precision. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt was crass, only adding to your heightened arousal. It didn’t take long for that familiar tension to begin building low in your abdomen, quickly becoming overpowering. His brought his free hand up to your tits, pinching one nipple between his fingers.

“Loki! Fuck, I’m gunna— ah! I’m gunna cum!”

He hummed against your clit, the vibrations of his voice enough to push you over the edge. You twisted one hand into the silk sheets, the other still pulling his hair at the root. High pitched moans fell from your lips, one after another, as you fucked yourself against his tongue, your pussy clenching desperately on his fingers. He gradually slowed his movements, riding you out with care you knew only he could provide.

You stared blankly up at the ceiling, still trying to catch your breath as he gently pulled away before crawling back up the length of your body. He held his still soaked fingers up to your lips.

“Suck.”

You did as you were told, already too fucked out to resist him. You curled your tongue around his digits, the slightly salty taste of your own slick invading your mouth. Pulling his hand away, he bent down to kiss you slowly. Deeply. Intentionally. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently. The heat in your belly was far from quenched. You pulled his body onto yours, desperate to feel him against you again.

“I need you. Now,” you demanded, still breathless.

“Then take me.”

You crushed your lips against his, gasping into his mouth as he rolled onto his back so your legs were straddling his thighs. He lifted his hips, finally granting you the opportunity to slide his briefs off, your core tightening as his erection sprang free. You paused, giving yourself a moment to look at him. Really look at him.

Your clit throbbed at the sight of his happy trail leading from his navel down to his cock. You took his thick shaft in your hand, the tip already glistening with precum. You had figured he was big but looking at him now, you weren’t sure if he would even fit.His hands came to rest on yours hips, rubbing comforting circling on your skin. The concern was evident on his face.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

“You’re just so… big.”

“Were you expecting anything less?” he asked smugly.

Your face flushed with embarrassment. “No! It’s just I—“

“I’m just teasing, my love.”

You bit your lip, eyeing his length nervously.

“Hey,” he said softly, “you are in complete control here. We can stop at any time. Just communicate with me, yeah?”

Your nerves settled at the comforting tone of his voice, your affection for him damn near overwhelming.

“I want this. I want you.”

He smiled at your declaration, pushing himself up slightly to kiss you softly. Lifting your hips, you gripped his erection, lining the swollen tip up with your entrance. Ever so slowly, you let yourself sink onto his length. You felt the stretch immediately, a sharp burn edged with dull pleasure as you took him inch by inch.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” came Loki’s calm reassurance.

Though he put on a facade of measured control, you could tell it was taking all his effort to remain stationary while your body adjusted to him. You nodded, planting your hands firmly on his chest to readjust your angle. He hissed through his teeth at the sudden movement, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. Your eyes shot up to his face, your core tightening at his pleasured expression.

You gave an experimental roll of your hips and your mouth fell open at the unexpected wave of pleasure. You kept going, quickly gaining confidence as the pain faded. Loki’s head fell back against the duvet, his hair a stark contrast as it splayed across the white cotton.

“Are you okay?” you asked, suddenly concerned you were doing something wrong.

“I’m fine, you’re just so… tight.”

You giggled, squeezing your walls around his length.

“Don’t do that,” he groaned.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m trying to last, beloved.”

“Hm. I thought a god would have the stamina to match.”

“Yes, well, between my banishment and exclusively courting you, I haven’t quite had the opportunity to maintain it.”

You laughed as he flipped your positions, his arms caging you beneath him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down and locked your lips with his. He rolled his hips into you, his thick cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You moaned into his mouth, your body melting against his.

Your nails dug into the muscles of his back as he continued to slowly rock into you, pulling out to the tip just to bottom out again. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he lifted your legs to hook them over his shoulders. He pressed one palm firmly against your lower stomach, the other slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit. Your back arched, stars popping behind your closed eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, his soft grunts spurring you on.

Your breath began to quicken, an intense wave of spine-tingling pleasure beginning to build deep inside you. It wasn’t long before you were panting, gripping the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself as your hips bucked in rhythm with his. The wet sound of his thrusts only pushed you closer to your climax.

“Deep breaths, darling, deep breaths,” Loki commanded, his usually pale cheeks flushed with color.

You did as he instructed, drawing air deep into your chest before letting it back out. Your body relaxed and the sensation seemed to intensify as you continued sucking deep breaths in through your nose. His fingers quickened their pace, rubbing in punishing circles as his strokes grew deeper and more desperate.

“Don’t stop! Please, Loki, don’t stop!” you moaned, feeling that telltale coil grow tighter and tighter in your stomach.

“Cum for me.”

His husky voice was all it took for your release to hit you, your body undulating with wave after wave of intense pleasure. You keened as your cunt squeezed around his thick cock, his own deep groans mixing with yours as hot ropes of him coated your walls. His thrusts slowed, cum leaking from where your bodies were still joined together.

He dropped your legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his hips as he leaned down to kiss you. He gently brushed the stray hair from your face before tucking his face into the crook of your neck, the two of you remaining intertwined while your hearts slowed in time.

“How are you feeling?” he asked when he had caught his breath.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed, pressing one last kiss to your lips before gently pulling out. You nearly sighed at the loss of contact, suddenly feeling empty.

“I have towels in the bathroom if you-“ “I’ll take care of it,” he cut you off, a warm damp hand towel materializing in his hand.

You let him clean you up, twitching occasionally as he brushed over your still sensitive skin. With a snap of his fingers, you were dressed in a clean T-shirt and sweats, oversized just how you liked them. Another snap and he had produced a plate of snacks and a decanter of fresh water on your nightstand. Your lover pulled you back against his chest, pressing soft kisses onto the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice soft and warm. You turned to face him.

“What for?”

“Trusting me.” You couldn’t help but smile, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him slowly.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

After picking through your snacks, you began to drift off in his arms, the calm silence and his warm presence lulling you to sleep.

“I love you,” Loki whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

Lanterns flicker in the corners of Jing Yuan’s chambers, casting warm golden light across the room. Tea sits untouched beside him, cooling, forgotten. He’s usually the one filling silences with wry comments or gentle observations.

But tonight he’s quiet.

Too quiet.

Jing Yuan sits beside you on the sofa, posture deceptively relaxed, but his hands are oddly still. His thumb brushes once against his own palm—a tell he doesn’t realize he has when he’s thinking too much, when the weight of something sits heavier than he’d like to admit.

“Are you alright?” you ask finally, voice soft in the stillness.

His eyes lift to yours. Golden, warm, and nervous, in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times. In a way that makes your chest tighten.

“Of course,” he says. Too quickly. Then, with a quieter breath and a self-deprecating smile, “Mostly.”

You’ve learned to hear the space between his words. The things he doesn’t say. The careful distance he maintains even when he’s close.

There had been a shift earlier.

When your hand accidentally brushed his and he didn’t pull away, when he lingered instead of retreating, when he looked at you just a moment too long and you felt the weight of everything unspoken settle between you.

Today feels different.

“I’m not accustomed to this,” Jing Yuan says finally. His voice is low, gentle, but trembling faintly around the edges. “This kind of closeness. The kind that matters.”

Your breath softens. “Jing Yuan…”

He smiles. Faint, self-mocking, almost apologetic. “Don’t look at me like that. It makes it worse.”

“Worse?” you echo.

“Mm.” His eyes flick briefly to your lips and back, and you feel the air shift. “It makes me want to be brave.”

Warmth spreads through your chest, slow and aching.

He reaches for your hand but stops halfway, hovering in the space between you. Waiting, always waiting for permission he never assumes.

“May I?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “Yes.”

His fingers curl around yours, warm and careful, and he exhales unsteadily. Like the touch grounds him. Like he’s been holding his breath for longer than he realized.

“This is ridiculous,” he murmurs, thumb gliding slowly over your knuckles. “I’ve faced mara-struck soldiers without flinching, commanded armies, made decisions about life and death…” His voice trails off, softer now, almost vulnerable. “But you… you unsettle me.”

You laugh quietly, and his mouth twists. Fond, shy, wanting all at once.

“What about me scares you?” you ask.

He leans closer. His forehead almost touches yours.

“That the moment I touch you,” he says in a whisper that feels like a confession, “I won’t want to stop.”

Heat rises in your cheeks, spreads down your neck. Your pulse jumps.

“Then don’t stop,” you say.

The look he gives you is equal parts disbelief and hunger. Raw in a way that makes your stomach flip.

“Say that again,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “Slowly.”

You swallow. “Don’t stop.”

The breath he lets out is almost a groan, rough and unsteady.

He cups your cheek and leans in as though he’s giving you every chance to pull back, every opportunity to change your mind.

You don’t.

The first kiss is gentle, testing, his lips warm and careful against yours.

The second is deeper, more certain.

The third breaks you both open. Slow and warm and desperately wanting.

His other hand slides to your waist, hesitant at first, fingers barely pressing, then firmer when you sigh softly into his mouth.

You feel the exact moment he stops holding back quite so tightly. The way his hand flexes against your side. The way his breath hitches.

“Still alright?” he whispers against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you.

“Yes,” you breathe. “More than.”

“Good.” A soft, breathy laugh. “Because I’m not doing very well at restraint tonight.”

The sofa is too small, too confining for the way you’re gravitating toward each other, so he pulls you gently onto his lap. Slow, careful, hands guiding your hips as he watches your expression like he’s memorizing every reaction, every flutter of your lashes.

His forehead rests against yours, breath mingling.

“I want you,” Jing Yuan says softly, honestly. “But I need you to tell me if I should slow down. If anything is too much.”

You nod, cupping his jaw. “I will.”

“Promise?”

You smile. “Promise.”

His eyes flutter shut briefly, and when they open again, there’s something darker there, something that makes your stomach clench with heat.

Jing Yuan kisses you again. Deeper this time, less restrained. His tongue brushes against yours and you gasp softly, fingers curling into his hair.

His hands glide along your thighs, your waist, always pausing at new territory, always giving you time to breathe, to adjust, to say yes or no.

You feel the moment he loses himself a little more. His breath catching audibly, fingers tightening on your hips, a low sound escaping his throat that he tries and fails to suppress.

“Ah,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice threaded with amusement and something breathless, “it seems I’m not nearly as composed as people believe.”

“You don’t have to be composed with me,” you say, and you mean it.

His eyes soften, go molten. “Dangerous words.”

“Why?”

“Because I very much want to believe you.”

He pauses then. Completely. Goes still in a way that feels deliberate, grounding.

His thumb strokes your cheek.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” he asks quietly. “Truly?”

You nod, suddenly shy under the weight of his gaze. “Yours too.”

He smiles. “I thought so. You look at me the same way I look at you.”

“How’s that?”

“Like you’re afraid of wanting too much.”

Your breath stutters. “…And you?”

“Oh.” His voice roughens. “I want everything.”

He kisses you again, and you feel the change when the moment tips from nervousness into something warmer, heavier, inevitable.

His hands are no longer hesitant. They guide, explore, learn the shape of you with a focused intensity that makes you shiver.

He pulls you closer, fitting your body against his, and the heat between you builds like something ancient waking. Slow at first, then all at once.

“Jing Yuan,” you whisper, and his name on your lips seems to undo something in him.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, voice rough.

“Jing Yuan—”

He kisses you harder, hands sliding under the edge of your clothing, warm palms against bare skin, and you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, pulling back just enough to look at you, to search your expression.

“Yes,” you breathe. “I’m sure.”

He stands then, lifting you with him and carries you the few steps to his bed. He lays you down carefully, following you down, caging you in with his arms.

For a moment he just looks at you, golden eyes dark and intent.

“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly, and it doesn’t sound like flattery. It sounds like fact.

Your face heats. “So are you.”

He laughs and ducks his head, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “Flatterer.”

“It’s true.”

“Mm.” He nips lightly at your skin and you jolt, gasping. He soothes the spot with his tongue and you feel him smile against you. “Noted.”

Clothing shifts. Buttons come undone. Fabric slides away.

Skin meets skin.

The first touch is electric. His chest against yours, warm and solid. You both freeze for a heartbeat, just breathing, just feeling the newness of it.

“Alright?” he whispers.

“Yes.”

His hands explore your body slowly, sliding along your ribs, the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine. He kisses your neck, your shoulder, the hollow of your throat, and everywhere his mouth goes, heat follows.

You arch into him and he makes a low sound against your skin, half-groan, half-sigh.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs, almost wondering. Like he’s discovering something precious.

When he finally moves against you, slow and careful, you both gasp. You arch into him, breathless, and his hand flexes on your hip.

He groans softly, forehead dropping to your shoulder, breath hot against your skin. “Ah—you feel—” He doesn’t finish, just breathes shakily, trembling slightly. “I didn’t—I didn’t know it would be like this.”

You thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close, grounding him. “Jing Yuan…”

“I know,” he murmurs, voice rough and unsteady. “I know.”

And then there is just this moment. The slide of skin, the catch of breath, the quiet sounds neither of you can quite suppress. He moves carefully at first, watching your face, adjusting when you tense, slowing when you gasp.

But as the rhythm builds, as you both lose yourselves in the heat and closeness, his control frays.

His breath comes harder. His movements less measured, more instinctive. You feel the tremor in his arms, the tension coiling in his shoulders, hear the low, rough sounds he can’t hold back anymore.

Your name falls from his lips, and you pull him closer, nails dragging lightly down his back.

He shudders, hips stuttering, and the sound he makes is broken and beautiful.

“You—” he gasps, voice cracking. “You’re going to ruin me.”

You pull him down into a kiss, deep and desperate, and he groans into your mouth.

When the tension finally crests, breaking over both of you in waves, he holds you through it. Arms wrapping tight around you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

After, you’re curled against his chest, his cheek resting on your hair. His heartbeat is still fast under your ear, his breathing still uneven.

“…You’re trembling,” he murmurs.

“So are you,” you whisper back.

A huff of laughter vibrates through his chest, warm and genuine.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering there. “Careful,” he says softly, “or I’ll start thinking you like me flustered.”

You smile against his skin. “I do.”

He actually blushes—you feel the heat of it.

He pulls you closer, one hand sliding up your back in a slow, soothing caress, the other tangling gently in your hair.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your temple. So quiet you almost miss it.

“For what?”

“For trusting me with this. With you.” His voice is soft. “For choosing me.”

Your throat tightens. “Always.”

Then, quieter, more vulnerable, he asks: “Was I… alright? For your first time?”

You lift your head to look at him properly. “More than alright, Jing Yuan. You were…” You trail off, searching for words, then settle on honesty. “You were perfect.”

A slow, lazy smile curves his lips, and his eyes go soft and warm.

“Good,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, one hand sliding up your back in a slow, soothing caress. “Because I fully intend to improve with practice.”

“Jing Yuan!”

“What?” he asks, entirely too innocent, though his hand is already tracing patterns on your skin that make you shiver. “Did you think one night would be enough for me?”

He leans down and kisses you again. Slow, deep, already building heat again.

“I’m a patient man,” Jing Yuan murmurs against your lips, “but not when it comes to you.”

His hand slides to your thigh, gentle but possessive, and you feel his smile when you gasp.

“Besides,” he says, voice dropping lower, teasing, “I believe I promised to be thorough.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :)