[ He abides, fingers trailing down to assess the wetness between her thighs. Satisfied, he guides himself into her, releasing a soft moan against her neck as they finally become one. Loki takes a moment to allow Wanda to adjust, hyper-aware of every breath and shift of her body, and it feels... safe, despite his worry for the future.
Shifting his weight, he begins moving his hips in a languid fashion, never fully withdrawing from her. The primal urge to claim has subsided for something gentler, an unhurried desire to simply be in the moment, until she indicates otherwise. ]
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Shifting his weight, he begins moving his hips in a languid fashion, never fully withdrawing from her. The primal urge to claim has subsided for something gentler, an unhurried desire to simply be in the moment, until she indicates otherwise. ]