Best friends

Ch. 11

You plop heavily onto Loki's bed. It's less of a bed, though, and more a mattress island. If you sit in the middle and stretch all your limbs, you'd be nowhere near the edges of the bed-island.

Loki walks over to you, a towel slung around his waist, chest bare. "Want to save some water and shower with me", he asks, smiling at his flirtatious joke.

"You live in a palace and you're concerned about saving water? Listen, if you just want to see me naked, all you need to do is ask", you reply grinning.

"I don't even need to ask usually", he quips.

You nod. "You got me there."

He pulls you to your feet and into the large bath chamber.

Loki turns the shower on and turns back to you.

You automatically raise your arms as he tugs the shirt over your head.

"Beautiful", Loki mutters under his breath. He hooks a finger under your chin and brings you into a kiss.

His hand finds the clasp of your bra and soon it falls with a soft flump to the tiled floor.

You break from him long enough to remove your shorts and underwear and to walk under the spray.

You watch through the cascading water as Loki drops the towel. His erection standing stiffly upwards.

He strokes himself and your eyes follow his hand, staring with unabashed hunger.

You reach your hand out and he takes it, walking into the shower. You move from under the spray and pull Loki into it.

You reach for the shampoo on the shelf, squeeze a dollop into your palm, and begin to wash Loki's hair.

Your fingernails scrape gently against his scalp and he releases a soft moan. Heat pools between your legs at the sound.

Loki's eyes flutter closed.

"Rinse", you say. Loki obeys, leaning his head back under the shower spray.

Now the conditioner, you massage it into the ends of his hair.

Loki repeats the process for you, being equally as gentle. He grabs a cloth and douses it in his citrus scented soap.

You turn and Loki begins washing your back. You feel him step closer and press himself against you. He runs the cloth up your belly and to your breasts. Loki slowly massages the soap around, making suds. Subconsciously, you lean back into him, giving him a better view.

"That's my girl", he groans quietly in your ear, "I want to watch you play with yourself."

You slip your hand between your legs and start rubbing your throbbing clit. Slowly at first, but your pace quickens as the pleasure builds.

"Just like that, good girl", Loki says, breath warm on your neck. His words of encouragement send you over the edge. Your cry of release rings out and echoes in the shower. Your spine bows. If it weren't for Loki standing behind you, you would have fallen.

"I want to wash you", you say breathlessly. Loki retrieves the washrag  from where he dropped it and hands it to you. You grab the soap from the shelf and begin to suds up the rag.

Slowly, you run it across his chest, down his belly, careful to avoid his groin. You kneel before him and wash his legs from the crease of his hip down to his ankle.

Finally, you wrap the rag tenderly around the base of his cock and stroke. Loki's breath catches and his hips tense forward. You take the head of his cock into your mouth and suckle it gently, eliciting a moan from Loki.

"Faster", he exhales, and you comply, rolling your tongue over his tip and speeding up the hand you're stroking with. You let the washcloth slip from your grasp, wanting to feel the way Loki's cock flexes in your hand.

Loki leans down and cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

"Kiss me", Loki murmurs.

"But I-"

"Shut up." Before you can protest again, he's already captured your lips with his. The hand you're using to stroke him, falters. Loki grunts in dismay.

"I never told you to stop", he says against your mouth. You start stroking him again and Loki moans.

He deepens the kiss, flooding your mouth with his tongue, his dominance utterly intoxicating to you.

"I'm coming", Loki breaths. He rests his forehead against yours and wraps his hand around yours, guiding you to go faster.

His breath hitches as ropes of come hit your chest. Loki curses in a different language.

Nordic? I'm not sure.

You can't think clearly with him panting above you, his cock in your hand, and his come on your chest.

"That's not really what I had envisioned when I invited you to shower with me", Loki smiles.

"Oh?" You ask, not sure what he meant.

"I had planned on taking you when we were out of shower", he replies.

"Well, thank the gods for your impeccable stamina, then, huh?"

End

Whaaat?!? Me? Posting for the first time in months after being radio silent?! I always say hopefully I'll post more often and then I never do. Y'all are literally the best for being so patient with me and by inconstancy.

~H❤️