His eyes pinched shut as the intense pleasure coursed in his body. He didn’t feel anything else but Magnus above him and inside him. It was a damn good thing he was a god or he surely would be sore after this night. But it would be one he would remember, that’s for sure. “Then let go, darling. Release yourself in me.”
Magnus sped up as he reached the edge. The sound that came out of him was a combination of a scream and a moan. “I’ve been wanting to fill you up for so long. It’s fucking amazing.” He felt Loki come undone and it was the most intense feeling in the world. Magnus collapsed panting against this lover. His free hand stroked Loki’s slick black hair.
King bit the pillow, muffling his moans. He felt his lover spill into him, the hot seed warming him up. “As I’ve been waiting as well, love.” He admitted it. While certainly strange, as he was usually the dominant one, he new he could get used to this. Especially if it’s Magnus. He gladly took his lovers weight, resting his own head back to the pillow. King felt he could sleep for ages after that.
Magnus didn’t speak for a few minutes. He just enjoyed the closeness with his lover. The time with King was precious to him since Asgard required Loki to spend time away from the Swedish coast. “I hope that you enjoy being a switch as much as I do,” murmured the curly haired blonde. “I’d love to wake up next to you in the morning. Can you stay?’ his voice was sleepy as he stifled a yawn.