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Puck smiled at the use of his other name but also at Loki's stammer. "Of course I do, and you're very cute when you stammer, if no one's told you before."

Indeed as Puck could tell she was very ready for things to continue, Puck adjusted the position of his hand between her legs and eased two fingers inside. He went slowly more for safety than any sort of want to play. As he found his rhythm while he paid attention to the shudders and gasps Loki had been sharing, Puck allowed his thumb to play at her clitoris, going in steady strokes and circles.

Loki's initial reply was laughter that turned into a sigh and stuttered a bit with his teasing. "I normally don't. Even when drunk I'm articulate in at least three different languages." Loki was able to get out between breaths. "But you, my goodfellow, are quite talented and it's also been a while since I've been with a lover as a female. Now, was I topping, or were you?" At this point she was very ready, and she hoped he was too.

Puck was ready, but the question gave him an idea. Loki had wanted Puck to be more playful, so Puck would follow that guideline. His tone shifted slightly as his fingers continued to work. "How can a damsel in distress top?" he asked in mild surprise, though he left off the Romanian accent. "Let me move properly, and I'll enjoy the new position as much as the new view."

It was hard to move currently, even if Puck enjoyed how Loki's hands felt.

"Oh, am I in distress?" Loki asked, a bit breathily and chuckling slightly. "I did request a ravishing, so I suppose that I do qualify as a damsel." One more parting touch, before her hands went to the bed. A parting kiss against his hip-bone too, before Loki shifted slightly. Puck was still able to touch, but Loki was near enough while letting him move as he would.

"You do, and I did promise you a ravishing." Puck answered with a grin at her question. Once he was free to move, Puck took a moment to admire how Loki looked before he positioned himself. Using his dominate hand to guide his erection, Puck looked to Loki for a moment before he eased himself into her. Slowly, both to be gentle but also to just get both of them used to how the other felt. But not wanting to leave his hands free, they sought Loki's breasts and began to play with them.

"I'll start moving in a moment." he assured her with a playful grin.

Loki moved with him, long legs wrapping around his hips as she welcomed him back with her arms as well. Black hair spread on the pillow, blue-green eyes playful and full of secrets. She inhaled, body unused this activity after so long. Not that she hadn't been a she more recently, but it had been a while since she'd had a lover as a woman. While Loki was comfortable as either gender, most of her existence she had stayed 'male' as it was more familiar to wear and be.

It meant the slowness was appreciated, but also maddening in its way. The teasing to her breasts only adding to that, and she laughed a bit with Puck's reassurance. "Do, or I'll bite you. But you might also enjoy that."

Puck grinned, making sure to show off his teeth; specifically his incisors- as he put on a Romanian accent for a second. "What would give you that idea?" But as Loki seemed to be as ready as Puck himself was, he leaned into her arms as his hips began to move, finding the rhythm that worked. His hands continued to play with her breasts, exploring them and letting his fingertips trail wherever he felt lead.

The return of the accent just brought more laughter that turned breathless as he moved. A moment or two, and then Loki found her rhythm with him. One arm stroked along his back and shoulders to keep him close, while the other moved to play with his hair and along his neck--and along his ears. Soft sighs of enjoyments or little gasps rewarded him. As did small kisses and nuzzles against his face, or half-formed sentences in Asgardian.

Puck matched Loki's rhythm and shivered as her hands played with his hair, neck and ears. He chuckled as she started to get out half sentences and gave her a few kisses in return as Puck's hips continued to move. His hands tightened slightly on her breasts, and squeezed them more firmly. "I won't keep speaking in it, don't worry." he remarked with a wink. "Or ask you for some blood."

More laughter that was breathless, and Loki just buried her head against his shoulder for a moment. "My Puck, my Robin--you give me such gifts." She was finally able to murmur up by his ear. Nuzzling and then softly kissing it too, while she stayed wrapped around him. One hand did move to trail and find his, to twine their fingers. All subtle signs of the deeper emotions along with the physical pleasure.

He smiled at the compliment and kissed the top of her head as she spoke against his shoulder. Puck freed the hand Loki sought out, holding onto hers properly. His energy worked on sorting itself out as he continued to enjoy their connection- both physical and emotional. His cheeks were flushed at the use of his second name as a term of endearment as much as they were from the murmur in his ear.

"I do like giving gifts, you're correct." There was another kiss to her crown. "But I don't think I could find enough gold to equal your worth."

Some more breathless laughter, and Loki leaned her head to catch him in a kiss. She was flattered by the gifts, would never turn down gifts--she did have an ego. But the gifts he gave were not the usual kind that she felt she deserved. Which is why in turn, she was trying to show and tell him without words. Savoring their rhythm and connection that was intimate. Holding him to keep him close but not restrain. Wound around to support but also to cling a bit perhaps.

Puck had lovers who liked gifts, so Loki's ego wasn't new enough to be surprising. If anything it fit perfectly for what he knew of Loki's personality. It reminded him of the masquerade in the briefest passing, in that they were working together to enjoy something. As Loki held onto him, Puck kept his rhythm steady. He felt their connection and the strength in both Loki's grip and her emotions. The trust she was showing, the comfort she was sharing. Puck's heart felt like it was going to metaphorically ignite.

There was definite passion there and want for them to enjoy together. To please him and give him pleasure, to have him give her the same. Loki would likely not recognize love in herself for some time, as a proper 'lover' anyways. She was sometimes still baffled that she could care for others, and that it had not turned out too painfully yet. Mostly.

But the thoughts of the one complicated situation were far away with Puck there with her. In his arms, loving her and loving with her and letting her love him. Gentle kisses, soft, mixed with fire that tried to convey that yes--Loki wanted this, Loki cared--that Puck was special. It was new, and frightening and exciting all at once.

For Puck it was exciting and fun, but not as new or frightening. He wasn't some savant at relationships, and he didn't want to be one. Puck just wanted to be a good partner and make sure he was working in tandem. Supporting, trusting, meeting others where they were and if the need came up helping them get somewhere else. Puck wasn't surprised that he could care for others and have it be safe, but romance usually found some way to surprise him.

Loki had been no exception to this, and the messages she was sending were coming across loudly. Puck adjusted his position on the bed slightly, his free hand moving to her opposite breast to play with it as Puck continued to hold her hand. He laughed at little at the gentle kisses, and gave them back before he spoke,

"A nice contrast, you realize?"

That adjustment also affected Loki, who gasped then sighed, and smiled against his mouth. Another soft kiss, and her hand moved to play with his hair and the back of his neck where she held him. "What is, hmm?" Amused and lazy and glad to be doing this with him.

Puck enjoyed the laziness and in turn slowed his rhythm as Loki gave another kiss and let her hand explore his hair and nape. "Your kissing-- it's very gentle." Puck buried his face into Loki's neck for a moment, leaving a trail of almost as gentle kisses in return. "Compared to how much energy we're putting into this little dance of ours, it's a nice contrast. It isn't the same, but it still fits." Puck smiled and stopped himself from breaking his promise about the Romanian accent making a reappearance. He lifted his head from Loki's neck and gave her a forehead kiss suddenly.

It was.. Nice. Beyond nice-- they were enjoying each other in a variety of ways, and matching each other well. Puck laughed, amused by all of it, but mostly a little metaphorically drunk on the experience. Like any other strong substance, love could be as heady, especially with emotions being tied to things.

Puck had a few casual dates as he knew the term for 'friends with benefits' in his time, but while they had ran the line from satisfying to not as much; most didn't include the kind of emotional connections Puck wanted with his lovers. For everything that Shakespeare got wrong about Oberon and his court, he was right that fae could be emotional. It came with a long life.

As Puck stayed connected with Loki on different levels, those emotions were fine to try to overwhelm him. Puck knew when to stop swimming against a current, and after a moment let out a shaky breath, his throat burning with words he couldn't quite get out and his eyes stinging with forming tears. In the right light, they could almost be mistaken for diamonds.

There was no rushing to completion, though that would happen too. Loki may not have been aware of all the emotions swirling in her, volatile and ever changing. But she was aware of what Puck was saying and had said to her before, was showing her even now. She was grateful for it, and terrified that she wasn't worth it. But she was also not giving him up.

That shaky breath had her breathing out a soft 'shh' to soothe, and Loki leaned up to kiss his eyes and those forming tears. A squeeze of their twined fingers, and her other arm keeping him held close. One leg shifted to slightly twine more around his own while the other stayed wrapped around his hip. "I have you, my Puck. My Robin. I have you."

Puck was fine to take his time with everything, and felt his heart weighed down with the sheer amount of the emotions he was currently feeling.

He managed a quick laugh at how quickly the feelings had just made themselves very at home and squeezed Loki's hand in return as she emphasized that he was hers. He was, and Puck was gladdened for it even if the emotional roller coaster had left before he had been ready. He leaned into her and gave a series of kisses to her face and neck as he nodded against it managing to get out,

"Yours." with another little laugh, enjoying how the phrasing had reached his ears.

There was a happy contented hum as Loki nuzzled him where she could without disrupting his kisses. And a softly amused chuckle. "You do give me such gifts..." Playfully chiding, but she held him just as securely. "If you are mine, then you are mine to protect and mine to care for. And I shall do all I can to be worthy of you being mine."

Puck could and did appreciate the terms Loki was using. While he never held his lovers to needing to prove themselves in any sort of standard, Puck understood the intent. He snickered at the chiding and finished his round of kisses as his hips and hands continued to move.

"If I said you've already managed that, what then?" he asked, tone still joking but there was a trace of seriousness to it. Puck had never confessed love easily and even the love he felt for Xanatos wasn't romantic, so Puck couldn't compare the two. He unlaced and re-laced his fingers with hers idly.

That threw Loki for a bit of a loop, surprise clear on her face and in her eyes, although it faded a moment after into a sigh of pleasure. This was not exactly the best of circumstances to be doing a deep dive of philosophy. Not when she could feel pleasure licking up her spine.

Nuzzling Puck, and encouraging him up for a kiss, Loki spoke against his mouth. "At the very least, I say 'Thank you' and truly mean it." Then there were better things she could be doing than speaking.

It wasn't, but that was the fun of asking. Puck also just wanted to assure her, even if the timing had been less than ideal. He returned the kiss and nodded. "Good." That word was doing a lot of lifting. It was good that Loki understood what he had meant, it was good she was open to accepting the idea, and it was good that Puck was going to refocus on their physical connection as much as their emotional one.

His rhythm changed slightly, as did his grip on one of her breasts. He felt how Loki was responding to everything and felt himself responding in turn. He wasn't going to finish quickly, but Puck did feel his own orgasm starting to build. Puck took a breath to focus himself and slightly shifted his weight as his hips continued to move. His free hand moved to her hair, idly gliding through it like water. "Less philosophy, then."

Loki had gone into philosophy before too with lovers, including while engaged physically. The difference though was the emotions, with Puck. They were more than just in this to chase a good time. Puck was, as Loki had said, a partner. What kind of partner, Loki was still trying to figure out.

Of course the change in angle just helped that pleasure continue to lick up and down her spine. Her breath came faster as she nuzzled him, moving to deliberately kiss against his cheek and ear. Stroking the nape of his neck, before that hand moved to tangle in hair and against his shoulder. "Later." Later they could do philosophy.

Puck shuddered as the nape of his neck was touched, being caught off guard. At the promise of philosophy later, he just barely smothered a laugh at the idea. Later, they would absolutely do philosophy to put any college course to shame. For the time being, there was more physicality.

"Fine, later." he agreed. Maybe. At the kisses to his cheek and ear, Puck almost lost himself for a second. It was both fair and unfair at the same time that his body was that sensitive. His breathing began to match Loki's, and Puck shelved the idea of speaking for a few moments. His breaths were needed elsewhere.

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