"Now give us another kiss," Loki grinned. Bane was more than happy to oblige.

He took the smaller man roughly back into his arms and went at his mouth and neck with passionate kisses. Loki shuddered at the welcomed ferocity of the other man, letting his head lean back so Bane could bite and kiss every inch of his neck. The mercenary's hands kept a firm hold around Loki's waist but Loki wasn't about to let him have all the fun.

Loki extended a finger and gently pushed Bane backwards enough so that they had separated. Bane furrowed his brow but soon, his eyes closed in deep, gnawing pleasure as Loki took his tongue and licked Bane from his adam's apple up to his ear and planted little kisses along his jaw line. Bane responded with more kisses of his own, licking Loki's ear lobe and gently sucking it before he gave it a nibble. Loki gasped and laughed at the tickling sensation.

They had reached a plateau, they both knew they would have to either stop or take the next step. Loki looked to Bane nervously, he had no inkling what he should do next. The larger man did however and he removed his shirt in one quick motion. The sight of his broad chest and exposed muscular contours made the already tingling heat between Loki's legs grow to a spasm that couldn't be ignored. He attacked Bane's skin with his tongue, lips, and teeth. Loki wanted all of him, and he wanted to give all of himself.

Bane took Loki by the hips and lied onto his back, so the Prince laid on top of him. The mercenary put one hand behind Loki's neck while their tongues traced love notes on one another. Shortly, Bane gently tugged up on Loki's jacket, and in a matter of moments, Loki's pale, cool skin was pressed against Bane's hot, rough flesh.

Loki was acting despite himself, on autopilot. He reached down towards Bane's zipper and undid it, he slid his hand inside until he found Bane's huge, hard cock. Bane let out a groan as the Prince's long, delicate fingers went up and down his shaft. The slow, careful motion was driving him insane. He wanted Loki hard and fast, rough and mindless.

"Now now," Bane tutted. Loki looked down at him, surprised and with a hint of concern. Bane didn't give him any time to think—he flipped Loki over to be under him and he dove down to undo Loki's zipper with his teeth.

"Ooh…" Loki whimpered. This made Bane smile before he yanked down Loki's trousers and gave him a real working over with his hand. "Ahh!" It could have been pain too, but it was definitely pleasure Bane heard in the Prince's cries as the mercenary took a firm hold on Loki's cock and tugged it back and forth, spitting into his hand to make sure it went nice and smoothly.

Loki's hands scrambled for something to hold on to and eventually they went to Bane.

"I can't—" he panted.

"No one's ever done this for you, have they?" Bane asked.

Loki moaned and shook his head frantically.

"Then this next part should come as quite the surprise."

Before Loki could ask what he meant, Bane had his mouth around Loki's cock. The warmth of it, the smooth, wet, tightness was earth shattering. Loki couldn't have remembered his own name by that point. Bane's mouth went up and down, his lips tightening every time they reached the tip while his tongue licked and went in circles. Loki's hands were clenched on Bane's shoulders.

"Bane!" he whimpered. "Bane…don't stop! Please!"

It was all Bane could do to not chuckle. Stopping was the last thing he was planning on. He had his hands on Loki's hips, but he removed one to gently cup one side of Loki's ass. The Prince flinched but the action made him buck even harder into Bane's mouth. Loki felt something overwhelming about to happen. So much that by the time he was seconds from climaxing, he was screaming Bane's name and crying out the most adorable noises Bane had ever heard.

"Ooh…ooh, yes…yes! Oh Bane—oh…oh! Oh, ooh…ahh!"

Loki's hips shot up and his back arched. He felt elated, exhausted, dizzy. When his eyes opened once more, it was to see Bane wiping his mouth of the Prince's pleasure.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

Loki's expression was pleading. He couldn't speak yet. His eyes closed again and he tried to nod.

"Good. Because it's my turn."