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Forevermore Part I
Terra ran their fingers through his hair, caressing Loki’s cheek. He swallowed, nuzzling his dearest’s neck, delighting in the pulse beating frantically beneath his lips. They tasted of salt, and smelled baked goods, and something fruity. Nipping at their collarbone, he rose slowly, crawling up to hold their waist down with one hand and the other to cup their face, prodding their lips for permission.
They opened up, and he slipped in, causing them both to shudder as their tongues met, breaths intermingling in the most wondrous sensations. He gasped as their hips instinctively rose to meet his, rocking into him while clutching onto his hand as if he was holding onto their very life.
He changed their positions, lifting Terra so they were in his lap, and more in control. Terra looked at him, confused, until Loki ran his tongue up their neck, watching as Terra’s eyes widened in surprise and lust. They tilted their head back, gasping, and Loki watched with his darkened eyes, raking his hands into their back to find a spot that would make them tremble.
Finding it, Terra keened into his touch, and Loki kissed, sucking underneath their jaw, tentatively rolling into them. Gauging their reaction, he looked into their nearly black eyes, seeing if they would permit him to remove their shirt. Terra gulped, but nodded. Loki paused, sensing their nervousness. Thus, he made sure to kiss every scar he came across when he did so.
When he was done, he held Terra’s face, kissing their forehead, their cheeks, and then their lips. He was startled when he found their tears. Searching for anything he did wrong, he was about to apologize when Terra suddenly clutched his scalp with one hand, scratching and tugging, the other clawing his back enough to leave marks.
Loki found himself pushed himself back into the bed, breathless and looking up at Terra, who appeared embarrassed and flustered in worry.
“I...Oh gods, did I hurt you? I’m sorry I-”
Leaning up, he sucked on their bottom lip, once more undulating against their hips, and causing them to pant. Smiling he murmured, “I loved it...Touch me, please?”
Terra blinked in disbelief, then hoarsely asked, “I...H-How?”
“Do what feels natural,” he whispered. They still appeared nervous. He took their hand, kissing the palm of it, directly on the scar that marked when Terra had saved his life. “I’ll tell you if something hurts, or if I don’t like it. Trust me?”
Their eyes narrowed in determination, and something else. “Always.”
Tracing his neck, they explored the lines in his Jotun form, eyes darkening once more. Loki couldn’t help but feel a little smug about his earlier theory about the marks possibly attracting mates, but the thought started to waver as Terra’s fingers moved lower and lower on his abdomen. Then, they went back up, and he relaxed once more, breathing once more as their hands circled his palm. Terra moved again, finding the ones that led to his nipples. Tilting her head, he realized that their eyes darkened a great deal more in less of a second.
Their lips pressed onto his throat, his collarbone, and then over his heart, not minding the cold in the slightest. But that wasn’t what made him grip the sheets. No, it was when their tongue sucked onto his areola, their teeth scraping it and tongue tracing it as their fingers had his lines. Loki wheezed, struggling not to hold Terra’s head there as pleasure consumed him.
Blood rushed through his head, and elsewhere, catching Terra’s attention. “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”
He growled, taking their hand whilst breathing harshly, waiting momentarily, unsure before placing slowly downwards and granting them every opportunity to pull away, searching their gaze. There was no fear there, not even as they touched him. Instead, Terra’s eyes dilated, and the prince whispered softly, “Does it feel like you’re hurting me?”
“...No,” Terra murmured, kissing him.
Loki understood in that moment, Terra’s own blood must’ve rushed somewhere as his did. He also quickly realized, that Terra’s hand was carefully moving where Loki had placed it, causing the latter’s back muscles to clench. He bit his lip, placing his forehead against Terra’s, heaving as their other hand scraped up his back and into his hair, tugging his hair.
He gasped their name as they kissed over his heart once more, nibbling at his nipples soon after. Their other hand was stroking him through his pants, and Loki felt himself bucking into their touch, his cheeks flushing. The air was full of their combined breaths, theirs warm and his cool.
“Loki, may I?” Terra asked, tugging at his pants.
This time, there wasn’t fear or nervousness in their tone, only desire. Loki fought to maintain control wanting to do so much more.
“Yes...May I remove yours?”
“Yes,” Terra uttered, more shyly than he. Neither hurried even if they both likely wanted to, instead absorbing the sights before them. This time, it was Loki who was anxious, this form new to him. His Jotun self was always something he feared, something he had felt disgusted with. Yet, Terra breathed, “You’re beautiful.”
Their smile was enchanting, and there was no falsehood in their wonder. Fervently, Loki admired Terra’s appearance as well, kissing them as he stroked their stomach and their hips, loving their muffin top. Loki smirked, placing his lips almost everywhere he could, starting at their feet, but avoiding the one area he wanted most, knowing they likely weren’t ready for that.
“Gorgeous...Alluring… Exquisite...” Finally reaching their mouth, he whispered, returning every touch that Terra gave to him, leaving them breathless. “Ravishing.”
Needless to say, they spent the rest of the night, exploring each other’s bodies and most sensitive places...and Loki was overjoyed to learn, that Terra was a very quick learner.