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Her other name was breathed out against her ear, low-voiced and laced with emotions of love and lust. His arm stayed around her, only pulled her closer so their bodies could share warmth and be skin to skin. Puck was rewarded with a soft groan of her own as she touched him fully. Warm and swelling with want, as he matched his strokes against her as well. Each feeding the other, fingertips playing her as if she were a master-crafted instrument. Nor were they shy, as the teasing went on; dipping within her at first shallowly, then moving deeper and in a steady pressure and rhythm.

The way they were touching, the emotions fueling everything, the mix of emotions that Puck heard in Loki's voice, Puck was enjoying all of it. As Loki's fingers slipped into her, Puck lost focus for a moment. "Ah.."

She found her focus again and Puck's hands moved slightly quicker. Not enough to bring Loki to climax, but enough to provide a new contrast. She was being played like an instrument, with a groans and sighs but the symphony they were building was going to be as long as needed. Puck kissed him where she could, the feelings threatening to overtake her, but she didn't mind in the slightest.

Loki's voice, murmuring words in asgardian, or bits of either of Puck's names, joined that symphony. Pleased and encouraging, soft and quiet and loving. Like her, he kept his hips still despite a want to move. Loki praised her with his mouth besides simply words. In presses of lips against skin, soft nips occasionally, then soothing any abused skin with his tongue.

Loki also knew from personal experience (as both genders) over centuries, how to take advantage of a woman's form. To ensure she was being pleased, and enjoyed it. Few ever gave a care to it, he'd found--but his ego (in whichever gender) would not let him be a bad lover. That was all before he'd grown to care for others too--and Puck he cared for very very much. Which he focused on showing to her now.

It was a pleasant mix of everything. The addition of soothing her skin wasn't unwelcomed. As Loki focused on her pleasure, Puck kept touching him and making sure he was also enjoying what she was doing.

Her back tried to arch suddenly and Puck bit the tip of her tongue to shock herself out of doing it. She didn't want to lose focus, not yet, and she gave him a few more kisses as her hands kept working his body as expertly as Loki worked hers.

Puck was skilled, and knew Loki well. In some ways, perhaps, better than he knew himself. As much as he enjoyed her touch (seen in hundreds of little cues), he was determined that she should come undone at least once before they joined though. That was his goal, as his fingers and thumb teased her. Dipping in deeper then sliding out, while thumb stroked and caressed and teased. "No my love, let yourself fall. I'll catch you." He murmured from where he was breathing and leaving soft love nips against her neck. As the vampire role he was playing, as much as for enjoyment otherwise.

He was doing a good job at playing the role and what he was saying matched everything else. She was going to metaphorically unravel, as most heroines did in a novel. But instead of through blood loss, her swooning would be via touch and encouragement. When Loki mentioned that she would be caught, Puck's reasoning stopped for a moment With a few more strokes coupled with everything, her hands flew to his shoulders suddenly.

Puck held to him tightly, her hips finally moving as her climax met him, body tensing as she cried out but quickly blinked. She refused to let her eyes close and again sipped from the cup known as admiring ones lover as Puck's dominate hand raked through his hair as if looking for gold itself. She wouldn't be the only one left a mess, even temporarily. Though the comedy of everything would land after, right now Puck allowed herself to feel everything else. Loki's name was gasped and then panted, and Puck almost saw stars.

She was welcome to use him to steady herself, as Loki braced and could easily take it. Who cared about a mess, when it was done via passion? Her hand was welcome to comb through, muss, rake through his hair, even pull if she needed. Loki focused instead on leaving a love mark at her throat, while holding her and supporting her against him so very close. Fingers continuing to focus on her pleasure, to guide her over that edge and then help her descent be as pleasant as well.

Puck didn't care at all. She didn't pull on his hair, but kept raking and playing it while the other hand stayed on Loki's shoulder. Her descent was a little slower compared to her rise and Puck's breathing became deeper as she continued to find her senses. With an amused chuckle she relaxed her hands, chest rising and falling steadily. She found her words a moment later around small huffs and puffs.

"There I am. I couldn't think for a second."

Loki moved his head, at some point during her descent, to where he could nuzzle her cheek and ear and hair. Pleased by the red mark he'd left at her neck. Shifting only enough to keep her supported, murmuring soft assurances against her ear and hair.

"Sometimes thinking is over-rated. I intend to do that to you quite a few more times, by the way." Loki's tone was amused and confident and had a little chuckle of his own.

"Do you? I won't even make a comment about turn-about because this-" Puck paused to give the other a kiss. "Is about enjoyment and us first. But thinking can be very over-rated, I agree." She moved her hand from Loki's shoulder and traced along the mark on her neck with a pleased little snicker.

"Whenever you're ready, my vampire." It really was as fun as it was arousing.

That kiss made Loki smile against Puck's mouth, and the hand that had been holding her moved up to wind through silver-white-strands of hair. Temporarily red eyes watched her with affection and mirth and banked heat. "My Robin, my Puck....you are constant source of joy." With a soft little laugh, then another kiss and Loki using his slightly greater weight and bulk to bear them both back down to the bed.

One leg slipping between hers, as his fingers played softly once more at her center. Light touches, moving along legs and hip and belly, but always back to that intimate core. Loki supported himself on his other arm, and moved his kisses and head down once more. More love nips and kisses and soothing, but this time as he reached her chest he paid special attention to her breasts. Teasing the peaks, the skin itself, including leaving another love mark against fair skin over her heart.

Puck kissed him back and smiled as they laid back down. "So are you. The red eyes also look nice." She trailed off and admired them for a moment. Loki's eyes were lovely regardless of their color, but with the way they caught the light, they glinted at random which as a nice touch.

Puck stopped thinking about Loki's eyes and arched slightly as he continued to explore her. She touched where she could, Puck playing with his hair before she tried to reach anywhere else as her breasts were played with. Puck's eyes welled with tears as Loki left a mark over her heart, the message behind that coming through clearly.

Loki chuckled against her skin but was pleased with his mark too. Pressing a much softer kiss there, a light caress of his mouth, after the mark was formed. Puck was so responsive, and Loki trusted and loved this fae, even if he was still figuring out 'romantic' love. But he knew somewhat how to be a partner, and he wanted to be so for Puck in all the ways he could.

Right then, it was love-partner, and Loki was well experienced in how to play that role. This was for more than just the fun of it, though that was a large component. It was also NOT manipulation for something that Loki wanted. He let his emotions guide his expertise.

Paying homage and worship to her body with fingers and mouth, seeking out all her sensitive spots. Loki had meant what he said when he intended to make it hard for her to think quite a few times. As he moved lower along her skin, it was clear that he was determined to do so again sooner rather than later, between mouth and fingers.

Puck wasn't quite as responsive as she was clever, but she was in touch with her emotions as much as her body. Her tears subsided as quickly as they had arrived but the emotions behind them would stay around. Even if Loki wasn't as experienced at playing the role of just a lover, Puck was touched.

She inhaled sharply as Loki changed his tactics and again slipped her hands into his hair as he moved; her grip tightening. Her hips moved upwards, seeking more of his touch in whatever form it took.

Again, she was welcome to do what she liked with her fingers in his hair. Loki would pay attention cues given that way just as much as the rest. Moving lower, leaving love marks now against her belly, her hip. Shifting his position between her legs, and Puck's inner thigh was kissed sweetly then marked as well. Fingers ever teasing her, building up her pleasure again. Playing along sensitive skin within and without.

Puck switched between holding onto Loki's hair and running her hands through it for the most part. Her hips moved again, mixed with sighs and the occasional gasp as Puck shifted her weight slightly to accommodate him. She lifted her head long enough to properly see Loki but put it down as quickly before her shoulders could start to hurt from the angle she was positioned at. "Soon!" Puck managed to get out as her pleasure kept building. Not so soon that she was upset, but close enough that Puck was aware of it.

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