It was all soft and tender, sweet nothings that Loki absolutely meant but was enjoying having Puck not guess just yet. Moving her kisses along his face and neck, and deliberately nipping one of his earlobes playfully, before soothing it with soft licks. Being sure he was well aware that this was wanted and HE was wanted, and cared for. In some ways, this was better than words that could be twisted or used to lie.
More comfortable for Loki right then, to communicate this way so there was no ambiguity. He in turn was rewarded once more when the fae did something very right. Sighs of breath, or soft stutters, Loki had never been a loud lover really. All about the subtleties with her.
Eventually though, she moved both out of his touch, and away from his face and neck. Down to his collarbone, mapping it with lips and mouth, and then tracing lower. It allowed her hand to go lower too, teasing at his hip and thighs and deliberately avoiding where he might want her most for now.
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More comfortable for Loki right then, to communicate this way so there was no ambiguity. He in turn was rewarded once more when the fae did something very right. Sighs of breath, or soft stutters, Loki had never been a loud lover really. All about the subtleties with her.
Eventually though, she moved both out of his touch, and away from his face and neck. Down to his collarbone, mapping it with lips and mouth, and then tracing lower. It allowed her hand to go lower too, teasing at his hip and thighs and deliberately avoiding where he might want her most for now.