[ Truthfully, he hasn't laid with another for quite a while -- has neither the time nor inclination to bed someone disguised as another without an appreciation for who he is. Still, old habits are hard to die and Wanda has rekindled that flame by appealing to the deep seeded primitiveness Loki had thought extinguished. There's an almost bizarre sense of freedom in this indulgence.
So, time -- he takes it, working her breast with his mouth and tongue. The grasp of her hand tangling into his hair is an encouragement he doesn't need, but appreciates in his groin nonetheless. With a final swirl of his tongue, he draws back and kisses the arc of her ribs to her hip, palms following his descent along the curve of her backside. He wonders if she ought to sit, then decides against voicing the suggestion; he'd rather feel her struggle to maintain her composure as he continues lower, one hand placed on her hip while the other makes its acquaintance between her legs. ]
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So, time -- he takes it, working her breast with his mouth and tongue. The grasp of her hand tangling into his hair is an encouragement he doesn't need, but appreciates in his groin nonetheless. With a final swirl of his tongue, he draws back and kisses the arc of her ribs to her hip, palms following his descent along the curve of her backside. He wonders if she ought to sit, then decides against voicing the suggestion; he'd rather feel her struggle to maintain her composure as he continues lower, one hand placed on her hip while the other makes its acquaintance between her legs. ]