Whatever Clint had been expecting, it wasn't this. Loki wasn't fucking Clint, he was making love to him. And it was beautiful. Clint figured Loki could've done that little spell or whatever it was that he used to prep himself last time, but he didn't. Clint wasn't sure where the lube came from, but he was thankful for it. It was his first time and he knew it was going to hurt. But Loki did it slowly and gently. It burned and felt super uncomfortable, especially when Loki started scissoring him. But it was worth it when Loki brushed up against Clint's prostate. Clint arched his back and moaned. Loki just gave him a devilish grin and did it again. Pretty soon Clint was thrusting back onto Clint's fingers, wanting more. If Loki didn't hurry up, Clint was sure he would explode.
Clint hated when Loki's fingers left him. He didn't want it to end, but he also wanted more. Then Loki was kneeling between his legs, lining himself up. Clint wrapped his legs around Loki's slender waist and pulled him closer. When he finally started pushing in, Clint almost told him to stop. But he didn't. He knew that sooner or later the pain would go away and then it would feel good. So he just grabbed onto the closest thing, which happened to be Loki's shoulder, and squeezed. It would've left a bruise if Loki was a human.
When Loki was finally buried all the way in, he leaned down and placed his forehead on Clint's, panting lightly. "Move." Clint told him, because he just wanted the pain to go away. He felt really full. So Loki pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in again. Clint groaned and squeezed Loki's shoulder a little bit harder. It was a strange feeling and still hurt. But at least now he was feeling pleasure along side the pain.
Loki kept thrusting in and out, slowly. He didn't speed up any even after Clint had told him to. It was just too slow, Clint loved it but he needed more. He dragged his fingernails down Loki's back, hoping it would make the man speed up. He wasn't disappointed. Loki was thrusting faster now. He angled his thrusts, looking for that spot that would make Clint see stars. When he found it, he started thrusting even faster. Clint's hands fisted in the sheets. Both men were sweating and breathing heavily. When Loki's thrusts lost the rhythm, Clint knew he was close. Lips latched onto his neck and started sucking. It was too much and soon Clint was cumming hard, Loki following quick after.
