[ it is easy enough to go along with thor, to let his brother lead, and honestly, loki is too overwhelmed at first to do anything but. to think that a kiss could feel so good, so all consuming - is this what the silly grown-ups are always raving about? loki could definitely see the draw, now that thor's mouth is against his.
and his brother is kissing him breathless, he is demanding with his tongue, with his hands, ever the fierce warrior he takes what he wants and leaves his doubts behind, plunging in recklessly, never looking back. it's like being caught in a riptide, it's like drowning, if drowning could feel so sweet. loki's kisses are clumsy at first, halting and hesitant, but the feel of it overcomes him and he releases his worries and responds with instinct alone. he learns quickly, follows the path of thor's tongue and mimics it, he draws up his courage and probes his brother's mouth curiously, tracing his teeth, thrilled by the slippery slide of their tongues against one another.
but when thor pulls their hips together, when he rolls his own up while pulling loki's down -- ] Ahh-- [ the friction makes his blood run hot, makes his pulse jump and race as this lightning strike of heat lances down his spine, pools in his loins and sets his thighs to tightening around thor's hips. his body moves of its own accord, grinding down against his brother's while the groan twists high in his throat, muffled by thor's mouth, vibrating against his brother's lips.
he must look a fool, to be so quickly and easily riled by such simple things as kisses and touches, by the easy, fluid grind of two bodies; how embarrassing it is, but thor, he thinks, will not judge him for it. or so he hopes. ]
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and his brother is kissing him breathless, he is demanding with his tongue, with his hands, ever the fierce warrior he takes what he wants and leaves his doubts behind, plunging in recklessly, never looking back. it's like being caught in a riptide, it's like drowning, if drowning could feel so sweet. loki's kisses are clumsy at first, halting and hesitant, but the feel of it overcomes him and he releases his worries and responds with instinct alone. he learns quickly, follows the path of thor's tongue and mimics it, he draws up his courage and probes his brother's mouth curiously, tracing his teeth, thrilled by the slippery slide of their tongues against one another.
but when thor pulls their hips together, when he rolls his own up while pulling loki's down -- ] Ahh-- [ the friction makes his blood run hot, makes his pulse jump and race as this lightning strike of heat lances down his spine, pools in his loins and sets his thighs to tightening around thor's hips. his body moves of its own accord, grinding down against his brother's while the groan twists high in his throat, muffled by thor's mouth, vibrating against his brother's lips.
he must look a fool, to be so quickly and easily riled by such simple things as kisses and touches, by the easy, fluid grind of two bodies; how embarrassing it is, but thor, he thinks, will not judge him for it. or so he hopes. ]