Loki turned you and kept kissing you while he backed you up to Stark's work table. You were impressed with his silver tongue. The kisses were fantastic and all you could think about, the taste and feel of him. His lips were soft on yours, cold thanks to his heritage. You didn't mind his cold skin. It was a stark and blessed reminder that he was like no one else you'd been with. He was a god, a frost giant, he was so different and special and he was kissing you of all people.

His free hand roamed your body as he backed you to the table. He was gentle, but commanding, still holding your handcuffed wrist behind you. His very kisses were dominant, demanding. There was no break as his tongue explored your mouth, and brought such pleasure and intense feelings from just a kiss.

Your back hit the table behind you and you broke the kiss to gasp. Loki took the opportunity to move his hands, pulling your shackled hand with his. They went to your waist and he lifted you effortlessly up onto the table. Your legs wound around his waist as his fingers wrapped in your hair and he held you close.

You felt him hard against you as you were pressed together with such heat and need. Loki moved again and laid you back on the table, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them above your head. He held them there with the hand that was cuffed to yours. His other hand slid up your shirt, pushing it up as his hand caressed your skin, moving up your body to cup your breast.

You gasped and broke the kiss with a moan. "Loki~" you could scarcely move with how your hands were pinned above your head. Loki moved to kiss your neck when the kiss broke. Gods, he was definitely silvertongued. He nipped and sucked and found the perfect spot to draw the most pleasure from you. Your hips shifted, grinding against him in your need and you mewled desperately. "Loki!" You whined again.

"Yes, pet?" He purred against your skin, his lips brushing against your heated flesh as he spoke.

"You're forgetting that we still have clothes on. And a handcuff," you reminded him breathlessly as he'd gone back to kissing your neck while you spoke. His hand continued massaging your breast, slipping under your bra to caress your bare skin, rolling your nipple around with his fingers.

Loki pulled up at looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That is not a problem in the slightest, pet," he purred. He leaned down to kiss you softly again. "Do you trust me?" He asked you softly. You saw in his eyes what the words cost him. Loki didn't like appearing vulnerable. He hated being vulnerable even more. There was a vulnerability in his eyes. He was the god of lies, but truth and trust were huge to him. That he was asking you to trust him was major. You knew it was a testament to how much you meant to him that he would be worried about hurting you, or losing you, or whatever a lack of trust would indicate.

You gave him a reassuring smile, full of care and emotion, and you swore to yourself that emotion wasn't just lust. You cared about Loki. You liked him. Hell, you possibly even loved him and you were beyond glad that you were both acting on your feelings. "I trust you, Lokes," you told him gently, looking up at him with clear eyes. You weren't letting your words get hindered by lust.

Loki beamed, hearing the truth in your words and leaned down to kiss you again. "Thank you, pet," he said against your lips. There was a shimmer of green magic around the pair of you and you gasped when you realized you were both completely naked. Well, completely naked except for the handcuffs. Handcuffs definitely didn't count as clothes.

"That's amazing~" you praised him. He beamed and puffed up in pride, even over such a simple spell.

"Thank you, pet. Now where were we? Ah... yes," he commented and a moment later his lips were back on yours. His hand moved from your breast and ran down your side. You moaned into the kiss, pinned under Loki. His hand paused on your abdomen. He pulled back and looked down at you "Are you sure about this, pet?" He asked for consent.

"Yes, but... I'm not on the pill," you warned him. You hadn't had any boyfriends in a while and hadn't felt the need to be on it.

Loki chuckled. "Not to fret, pet. I am only fertile one week of the year, however, if it will make you feel better..." he summoned a condom, which he carefully opened without letting your wrists go, which was an impressive feat. He skillfully rolled it on with one hand and you felt yourself relax.

You would also have to ask how he knew about condoms at some point.

It wasn't important at the moment. What was important was his hand sneaking between your legs and his fingers caressing the nub of pleasure there as he kissed you well, as he held you pinned under him.

His thumb kept rubbing your clit as he carefully slid a finger inside you, then a second, working your slick core, stretching you gently and carefully. His fingers curled inside you, hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you cry out and writhe under him. You felt Loki's kiss turn to a smirk. "Not yet, pet. We still have a lot of pleasure ahead of us," he purred, making you mewl in pleasure.

His fingers kept working you, built your pleasure, kept you on the edge until you thought you were going to scream with need. Only when you were desperate for release did Loki slide inside you. You stretched around him as he filled you so completely. You were so well prepared that had had no troubles entering you, despite his substantial length and girth.

He moaned into the kisses when he was fully sheathed. "You feel amazing, pet," he purred. He began to move then and you were both lost to the feelings. You forgot the lab, forgot being mad at Tony and the handcuffs. Your entire world had been reduced to the feeling of Loki thrusting into you, his thumb caressing your clit, the fantastic kiss, and his hand pinning your wrists.

You moaned and mewled when you were back to that edge of pleasure, when your orgasm threatened to crash around you. Loki pulled back enough to gasp. "Cum with me, pet," his voice was a needy growl and you cried out as you came hard, your core throbbing against him, milking his own orgasm from him. He stiffened, thrusting harder into you as he came.

He gathered you to him as you both caught your breath. He purred softly hair as he held you close and stroked your hair and back. You listened to his heartbeat and the purring deep in his chest, still amazed that he could actually purr. "That was amazing, sweetheart,"

Sweetheart.

You liked the sound of that.