Blood

Clint slowly say on Loki's bed, watching the God as he walked around. It was obvious the God was nervous; was it obvious he was himself?

"So. How are we going to do thi-?"

Loki's lips against his own cut him off and caused his eyes to widen. They slowly closed; the Avenger's arms slipping around the God. His lips tasted of... Strawberry and lime, and something sweeter. Cherries, perhaps. Whatever it was, it was distinct to Loki.

The kiss slowly became more passionate, the men's tongue beginning to battle for dominance. Loki won quickly, taking the time to explore his lover's mouth.

The night may become violent, but it would start off sweet.

Clint gently pulled away and tugged his shirt off, Loki's lips almost immediately attaching to the younger's neck. A small, soft moan slipped through Clint's lips as Loki worked on leaving visible love bites along the archer's collar bones. He may be losing Clint soon but he wanted to ensure it was known who he belonged to... Who he longed for.

Loki gently pressed Clint down, his mouth moving to the soft nub of his right nipple, fingers playing with the left. The God sucked and rubbed, reducing the man underneath him to a mess of moans. A slight pause, enough for Loki to switch nipples, and the moans echoed around the room once more.

The ice cold lips began to descend, creating love bites all over Clint's pale chest. The sweet, wanton moans from his little hawk where like music to the God's ears. Clint's arms moved, seemingly on their own as his hands knotted in raven hair.

Loki knelt up when he reached Clint's waistband. Ivory fingers worked the button and zipper before pulling them down. Clint arched up softly as Loki explored his tanned and toned thighs. Before the human had time to register what was happening, ice cold hands were wrapping around his hard cock, stroking softly. Pale grey eyes snapped open to meet emerald greens; pale lips met and more moans echoed.

Clint's own hands worked on pulling Loki's own trousers down, hips thrusting into his hand as he worked. It was hard work but eventually both men were in their boxers. Loki robes his hand from Clint's before grinding his own hardness against the younger's.

Clint let out a yelp before rolling them over. Loki arched a delicate eyebrow before smiling softy as Clint stood up, tugging his underwear off. His hands slipped Loki's boxers down before he slid back onto Loki's chest, leaning in to kiss him.

They flipped again and Loki cupped the back of the archer's knees and lifted them, his tip teasing against Clint's entrance.
"Do it..."
Loki pressed forward, cupping his snow bird's cheek and kissing him gently as he eased in, being as gentle as he could with the human.

Thrust. Gasp. Trust. Grunt. Thrust. Moan. There it was. The one little spot that would drive his lover insane. Loki propped himself up on his elbows and started moving quicker, making small yelps slip out of Clint's mouth. He watched the ecstasy on his lover's face as he began to slam in and out of him. Clint's back arched and he came with a scream. Loki felt the tightness before cumming hard inside of Clint.

The men collapsed, chests heaving as they recovered. Clint slid his arm over Loki's chest and peeked up at him.

"You know... The Avengers don't seem that great now..."

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