[playing with the little bird: highly satisfactory]

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Loki pushed the archer backwards till the mortal's back was pressed up against the wall, then he pushed a little harder. He pressed his whole body against the shorter man and rubbed appreciatively against his captive. He was moving slow and steady for the moment. Now, while he still had half the mind to control himself.

He was still debating on how to proceed. He wanted to enjoy this night.

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"Déjà vu," he muttered to himself. Loki wasn't trying to kill him yet, but Clint had no pleasant memories of bring pinned to walls by the god. At least his odds of walking away this time were pretty good. He kept his eyes on the ceiling anyway, and idly drummed his fingers on Loki's shoulders as he tried to figure out what the SHIELD equivalent of 'lie back and think of England' would be.

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The god stifled an amused chuckle at the archer's anxiety, his tension and impatience. On the other hand the god didn't like the distraction of the drumming fingers and despite the fact that he only just barely had the archer as a 'willing' companion for the night Loki was displeased with idea of the archer trying to pretend nothing was happening to him. Loki snapped at the archer's neck again and this time left red scratched skin that wouldn't be fading within the hour.

"What if we played a game, little bird? What if we went about this a different way?" Loki's form began to shimmer and shift. It hesitated on an indistinguishable female form before sliding into one all too familiar. Red hair and sensuous form, covered in a skin tight black leathery suit similar to the archer's uniform. The Black Widow. "What if I gave you something you want? Would you play more with me?"

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"Jesus," Clint cursed under his breath, jumping a little at the harsher treatment. There was a quip about safety words on the tip of his tongue when Loki shifted and killed the train of thought. His stomach clenched. There was something wrong with looking at Natasha's form and knowing it wasn't her.

He shivered, but it wasn't from any kind of excitement, it was just as close as his skin could get to actually crawling. Pushing at Loki's shoulders, Clint gripped him hard enough that it would have been painful for a human. "No. Fuck and no. You're not dragging her into this. Ditch the face before I decide to take my ball and go home."

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Natasha--Loki--gazed up at Barton for a silent moment analyzing the archer's reaction. If anything the archer was more tense, but it was beyond that that the god was recording in his mind's eye, the little things, the shiver of repulsion, the dilation of his pupils, the tight grip on the god's shoulders that was almost painful. She leaned forward as if to kiss him on the cheek and hesitated, watching his reaction carefully... then shifted out of the Widow's form. He slipped back into his own skin with a suppressed sigh.

"As you say, Barton," the god intoned indifferently. He would have gone through more forms had he known the archer's preference more but it seemed a waste of time since he did not.

He leaned into the archer once more as he removed the tight grip from his shoulders gently, rubbing the mortal's hands lightly between his own. He waited until Barton began to relax somewhat before placing the archer's hands lightly on his (Loki's) hips and then ran his hands up Barton's arms. In any other situation it might have been a kind gesture, rubbing the taunt muscles of the archer's arms soothingly, but Loki had no delusions that it would work entirely. Still, he kept at it for the moment.

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"Awesome. Most people just go for a uniform instead of taking a page out of Face/Off." Clint grit his teeth and forced himself to relax. His own unease was beginning to annoy Clint. This? Was nothing. He'd done worse, endured worse, and not acted like a virgin bride while doing in. Get it together, Barton, he mentally scolded himself.

Taking a deep breath to steel his nerve, Clint tugged Loki closer. So far, so good. He reached up, cupping the back of the god's head and pulling him down (and Christ wasn't that annoying?) so they could almost see eye to eye. The pause before Clint decided fuck it and pushed himself up a little to meet the god's mouth in a kiss was so brief that it almost didn't count.

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The god decided not to reply, and Loki considered the choice a good one whenever Barton began to participate on his own. He was pleasantly surprised when the archer reached up to kiss him and he moaned softly into the mortal's mouth. For a moment he simply savored the fact that he had a willing, participating partner.

There were plenty of issues in that frame of mind the god possessed that could fill an entire textbook.

Loki slid his hands down the archer's chest and around the man's hips, reached beneath to get a firm hold, and hoisted the mortal up onto Loki's hips, pressing the archer into the wall with his own body. The lift was simple for the god and to hold the mortal there was little more effort. In fact, he removed one hand to roam over the archer's body. Idly, his fingers slipped around buckles and zippers that he would eventually have to open to remove the archer's clothes.

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Being picked up on the battlefield was one thing, but it was a new experience as far as the bedroom went. So, he couldn't really be blamed for the muffled noise of surprise he made as soon as his feet lost contact with the ground. His legs wrapped around Loki's waist immediately as Clint squirmed and shifted to make himself comfortable in his new position.

The archer tugged at Loki's hair then bit at the god's mouth in an effort to distract himself from Loki's wandering hand. He slid the hand not tangled in the god's hair up his chest, resting it on Loki's shoulder. His thumb just brushed the skin of Loki's neck.

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Loki licked his lips as he pulled away, neck arching slightly as he lifted his chin and hummed a bit beneath his breath. His eyes slit open slightly to watch for the archer's reaction as he rocked into the mortal.

He began to undress the archer slowly with one hand as the other found a firm grip on the archer's ass--idealistically for leverage but admittedly much more for pleasure. Loki returned to lick Barton's lips and hover there as if to kiss again, but instead the god ducked beneath the archer's chin and nipped a steady line down the archer's neck. Eventually he slipped his hand underneath Barton's clothes and started the exploration all over again, roaming over the archer's chest and abs, trailing his claws teasingly against the mortal's skin.

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"Bite me and I swear to gods that aren't you..." Almost reluctantly, he tipped his chin up to expose more of his neck. The memories of his last encounter with Loki's teeth were fresh in mind, and he really didn't want a repeat performance. Clint grit his teeth. A small groan escaped him as he did his level best not to move his hips.

"You done pawing at me?" He smirked, despite the slight hitch in his voice. "Surprised you haven't made some clothes disappear, Houdini." Calloused fingertips slid up Loki's neck as Clint gave his hair another sharp tug.

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He growled and pinched a little harder on the next nip. But he did no worse for wear on the archer's neck as he moved further down. Whether it was because he was actually obeying or simply biding his time before punishing the mortal for his insolence...

"I thought I'd take my time... Enjoy my prize..." He chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his throat, as he rolled his hips once more into the archer. He tried to resist pressing into the hand in his hair as if for more; he tried to ignore the fact that the tug did not upset him in the least. "But if you insist..." Loki flicked his fingers in an 'away' motion at the clothes on the mortal, and Barton's upper half was fully exposed. Another flick, and the rest was gone from the archer, too.

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"See, I knew you had a few useful party tricks." Maybe one that didn't get much use, or if it did then Clint didn't want to know. He tightened his legs around the god, and pulled himself closer with his arms. The sudden lack of clothing sparked a shiver as he nipped at Loki's earlobe. "Much better than giving me a tail, right?"