If there’s one point he can’t argue with, it’s how much their bodies belong to each other. It’s like the moment they met again in person, he was physically drawn to her. And he definitely thinks she deserves nothing but the best in life, but there will always be part of him that worries he cannot give her what she truly deserves. He won’t ever stop trying though. He can’t think about that now though, not with how she’s touching him, making him feel so much. His whole body shivers as she speaks into his ear, his eyes closing as he tries to hold on to the remainder of his self control.

Despite figuring she has some other, probably better, plans, Loki can’t hold back the desperate whimper when she denies his orgasm. Somehow that denial turns him on even more, though he does manage to not come, even if only just.

Turns out, he’s right that she has a better plan. His eyes fly open, his head lifting as he feels the toy press at his hole. It’s so much bigger than her fingers and he can feel it stretch him further as she pushes it in. “Ohhh,” he manages to gasp as his eyes roll back in his head with the feeling which only gets better as it starts to vibrate within him. His hips jerk back, wanting to take more of it, wanting to be absolutely split open by what she’s doing to him. It hit directly on his prostate, causing him to cry out in a combination of pleasure and frustration. She had told him not to come, but he isn’t sure he can stop himself.

“More, yes please, oh gods, I can’t. Please, Natasha, I need to come.”