[For someone who has claimed with a fair bit of certainty that he will lie, Loki turns out to be fairly true to his word, at least as far as the threat-promises in his texts suggested--a sense of total envelopment, being so caught up in the moment that nothing like good sense had space to exist.
That's certainly the direction Loki is immediately heading with the skill and fire like he's everywhere at once, a match to Peter's entirely too flammable body. Hands and breath and lips, lighting up every nerve-ending in Peter's system so bright it starts to sear in the most deliriously exquisite way.
Maybe in the morning, while tugging at his own collar, Peter will mutter at curse at himself (not Loki) about not being an undergrad anymore and how he shouldn't be getting hickies, but god damn if he doesn't care about that right now as the sharp want and need of the moment winds through everything. And in point of fact it just tightens his hold in Loki's hair with a tug closer and forward since it seems to at least in part be related to cause and effect. Cause: grab god-boyfriend's hair; effect: god-boyfriend does that.
His legs can squeeze Loki in tight and close, secure and firm as he leans his head back with a throaty groan that he immediately clamps quiet with a spandex-covered hand because, oops, he sure is not quite out of his own mind just yet. Not fully, anyway.
no subject
That's certainly the direction Loki is immediately heading with the skill and fire like he's everywhere at once, a match to Peter's entirely too flammable body. Hands and breath and lips, lighting up every nerve-ending in Peter's system so bright it starts to sear in the most deliriously exquisite way.
Maybe in the morning, while tugging at his own collar, Peter will mutter at curse at himself (not Loki) about not being an undergrad anymore and how he shouldn't be getting hickies, but god damn if he doesn't care about that right now as the sharp want and need of the moment winds through everything. And in point of fact it just tightens his hold in Loki's hair with a tug closer and forward since it seems to at least in part be related to cause and effect. Cause: grab god-boyfriend's hair; effect: god-boyfriend does that.
His legs can squeeze Loki in tight and close, secure and firm as he leans his head back with a throaty groan that he immediately clamps quiet with a spandex-covered hand because, oops, he sure is not quite out of his own mind just yet. Not fully, anyway.