There was certainly no hurry, though Puck could read the cues Loki gave easily. Subtle twitches of muscle under skin, changes to breath. Interested, but enjoying the slow play fully.

Loki was also attentive to Puck's own cues. One hand moving up to wind through her hair and occasionally tease an ear. Kisses moving down once more, to cheek and throat, to collarbone and shoulder. Varying kisses too, from sweet and teasing, to those more passionate love-nips Loki had teased. Nor was his other hand idle, as it moved to trace her form with reverence and confidence. Seeking all those places that might draw a sigh or gasp, teasing along breasts and belly and hip.