"Oh my gods, please, please, I beg you", you moan, twisting and squirming under him. Your wrists are pinned above your head by one of Loki's strong arms. "I need to ... I need to ..."
"What, my love?", he whispers mischievously while his lips kiss slowly down your neck. "Tell me what you need."
"You know exactly ... oh ... you ... I need to come!"
He chuckles and you feel his breath on your skin. "Hm, should I let you? Should I? Should I?"
"Please", you pant.
"Then come for me darling", he murmurs in that rough voice. "Now."