"I want you so bad", you whisper against Loki's ear and neck.

He groans and puts his head in his hands, blinking at the paperwork he has to do on the desk. "Darling, you make me weak."

"I know", you purr, placing a little love bite on his neck. Your hands run down his sides, your lips seek his jawline, his cheeks and lips. "Mmh, I love you so much ... I can't wait for you to take me, to thrust into me, to make you a moaning mess ..."

As if to prove it, Loki moans at your words and leans his head on your shoulders. "Oh please, you already are ..."

You take the opportunity to kiss his sensitive throat. "Your taste", you whisper. "I want it."

"Gods", Loki says breathlessy and pulls you on his lap. "Let me take you here so I always remember you when I have to do work again, I always remember your taste and sweat and sounds you do for me."

"Please do", you pant.