Voyeurism, oral

"Natasha, what are you doing?" Loki asked, eyes perhaps a little wider than normal as his hands were brought behind his back by his brother. Thor's smile didn't really bode well, and the chains that were being wrapped around his wrists-.

He started struggling at that point, snarling curses at his brother as he summoned his magic to him, trying to fight the chains that had once kept him locked up away. He knew that magic, knew that metal and never wanted it around him again.

"Loki, my love." Natasha soothed, moving quickly towards him. She put one hand just under his chin, cupping it and bringing him upwards for a slow, soul-searing kiss. Beneath her touch he relaxed, sucking on her bottom lip and moaning in protest when she pulled away. Her eyes were lidded and her cheeks flushed as she smiled down at him.

"Trust me my darling," she cooed as she moved towards his ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and flicking it with her teeth before sucking lightly. He groaned beneath her touch, watching with hooded eyes as she stepped backwards to her bed, hips swaying with every step. He sucked in a low breath, the heat pooling in his groin as he hardened immediately underneath the thin, pajama pants Nat had requested he wore. Other than that he tried to force himself to calm down as Thor started to refasten the chains around his brother's wrists. There was a quick murmur between them, an affirmation that Loki was doing well, and the Aesir moved away, allowing Loki to turn and focus on what was in front of him.

In the back of his mind he wondered how he'd gotten lucky enough to have died and gone to Valhalla. Natasha laid sprawled out, breasts already bared and full in the dim lighting, her hand between her legs and fingers disappearing into her sopping wet center. Her body was perfectly laid out for him so he could see very taut inch of skin, the muscles of her stomach that he was so accustomed to running his tongue over flexing and shifting as she circled her thumb around her clit. It was making his mouth water with want as he very nearly begged to be released so he could do that himself. And the noises she was making? He couldn't help himself from groaning as well as the quietest of mewls left her lips, so soft he caught his tongue with his teeth, biting down to quiet himself so he could hear the next one. Now he understood why she'd told him to dress comfortably; the shifting of his cock as it twitched with longing would have been too much to bear had he worn his usual leather pants or jeans.

Her lips formed his name, though it was nothing more than a whisper on her breath, and it was enough to make his heart nearly leap out of his chest. His hands pulled at the chains, thinking to try and break the chair down behind him that was intended to keep him there, but Thor's hands on his wrists stopped him. Nat, too, had stopped and caught Loki's gaze when he looked over.

"Just watch, Loki," she purred, his name broken in the softest of moans as she went back to what she was doing before, a second finger joining her first. He let himself whine quietly, toes curling in his shoes as she watched her work herself open for him. One of her free hands slithered up her body and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and leaning down to bring her own lips to them, sucking them hard enough to make her body shimmy and shake in front of Loki, sweat beading on her collar and the flat planes of her tummy. She was going to make him blind by how enticing it was to watch, and as he forced himself to sit back down, breathing coming in forced gasps, he felt Thor shift at his side. Though he didn't much like the idea of looking away, he turned just in time to watch the tall blond stepping out of his dark jeans, cock already hard and curling upwards towards the god's stomach, smearing precome over his now bare, cut stomach. Loki's eyes widened and though his mouth opened to protest, to call out, to say something to the pair of them his adopted brother was already crossing towards Natasha. He knelt in front of her, turning so that her backside was on the very edge of the bed, perfectly presented for Loki's eyes. Even as Thor brought his mouth to her swollen sex, lapping at the arousal that dripped from her with a slow, languid tongue he afforded Loki the best view. Nat had pulled her hand away in favor of propping herself up on her elbows, gazing down at Thor with a wide open mouth as he pressed his tongue into her. She whimpered, eyes rolling into the back of her head for a brief moment as he got down to work making her body quiver around him, his hands on her hips so he could hold them still and keep her in place.

"Nat," Loki barely managed to choke out, straining again. No, that wasn't okay! He wanted to be the one to do that, not his brother! But before he could get too far she looked up at him and smiled. "Loki, I know how you like to watch. Just trust me," she murmured quietly, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she rocked her hips towards Thor's face again. The giant of a man in front of her groaned quietly, pulling her even closer so that his nose was pressed up against her mound. Loki could do nothing but gawk, amazed. How had she known when he'd been so keen to hide that certain kink of his? He supposed nothing was ever a surprise to Natasha, well, not much at least, and so vowed to try and return the favor when his brain decided to work once more. As it was the flush traveling up her cheeks and down her chest was making it difficult to concentrate on anything else, and mixed with the whimpers and sweet cries of pleasure coming from her lips? The chains were already cutting into his skin the tighter he pulled, and he felt their magic keeping him from cutting into his flesh, forcing him not to pull so hard. Damn it all.

He had to force himself to look back quickly, able to watch as her face contorted, lips shaped a small 'o' and her whole body locked up. To see it from afar, from the way her legs tightened around Thor's face, to how her hands fisted in the bed covering, to the way her eyes fluttered and she went boneless just seconds later made it almost entirely worth it. He'd never seen such vision as her midst-orgasm, usually being too concentrated on his on, as embarrassing as it was, to notice. But now? Even as Thor scooted her limp body back, her hips still rocking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, he couldn't help but admire how strong she still kept herself, able to manuever and position her hips upwards so that Thor's cock could sink into her. This time they were lying so that Natasha was looking at Loki upside down, her head very near to hanging off the bed. With every jolt of Thor's hips Loki could see her breasts shift, could watch the fine lines of concentration as she felt the pleasure mounting again. He watched bruises blossom beneath Thor's fingertips when he gripped her hips tightly, slamming her down onto his cock, and with all the skill Loki associated with the spy she flipped the pair around halfway through. She could watch him this way, with one of her fingers pressed to her clit and the other buried in her hair, breasts bouncing as she slammed herself down on Thor's cock over and over. Loki nearly lost it, sure he was about half a minute away from coming untouched.

Nat's breath was coming hard and fast now, and she arched her back to give Loki an even better look at her breasts. Beneath her, Thor groaned as well, a normally silent participant, and she must've felt him tense beneath her because she whispered in his ear to keep holding on, just a little bit longer. He gritted his teeth the same way Loki would've, hands fisting on the bed as Nat looked back up and over to Loki.

"Loki, darling, I want you to come for me. Please."

It was all the invitation he needed, feeling his orgasm hit him as hard as a blow to the gut, though he somehow managed to keep his eyes rooted to Nat. She was following suit, rocking her hips harder in time to Thor's thrusts upwards, moaning both of their names as she tensed. Loki could practically imagine how hot she would feel, how tight around him she would be, and it brought around what felt like a second, more intense orgasm, though that was nearly impossible. Perhaps he was simply riding off the same high that Natasha and Thor were feeling, the latter having finally bucked his hips upward one last time, and though she'd pulled off of him at just the right moment her lips had fastened around his cock fast enough to catch most of his come, swallowing without a moment's hesitation. The sight of her lips stretched tight around Thor's cock had Loki moaning again, the whole thing too much for his brain to process, and he went still and slack in the chair, the chains around his wrists rattling a little.

Pulling herself off of Thor's cock, Nat licked her lips once before leaning forward to kiss the blond, finally turning to Loki and stepping off the bed and towards him.

"Thank you," she smiled as she moved to straddle him, feeling his cock already hardening. She looked down at his pants and arched a brow. In half a second they were gone and he was grinning, pressing against her incredibly hot, wet sex. "For your cooperation."

The chains, he supposed, really weren't such a bad idea.

A/N: Couldn't help myself from adding in the chains just now seen in the latest TV spot because hng. Chains. Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for all the blatant Thor x Natasha in this, but it fit!