[ Hips bucking, Loki comes with a soft cry, his expression twisting with pleasure as the orgasm runs through him like bolts of electricity, each surge giving way to the next. Lost in the sensory overload, he momentarily forgets himself, fingertips curling tightly around her hair as breaths and moans and the whisper of her name fall from parted lips. It feels like forever but it never is, and soon he is recovering, body relaxing and heavy-lidded eyes opening to look at her. ]
Ah-- [ He quickly withdraws his hand from her hair. ] I'm sorry.
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Ah-- [ He quickly withdraws his hand from her hair. ] I'm sorry.