[Thor has no mind to judge. He's no great thinker in the best of times, and times like these, when his blood is running hot, his interests stirred b a friendly touch-- there is not much in his mind at all beyond appreciation for Loki, the feel of his body and sound of his voice, and the want for more of him.]
[He learns quickly in this, as Loki always does; he is never clumsy, but unsure at first, until he learns and imitates and discovers, and then he is kissing enough to take Thor's breath, and returning the pull of his hands with the eager roll of his hips. Thor hums against his mouth and brings both hands to those slim thighs, feeling them through the thin fabric of his leggings as he grips and pulls Loki's spread thighs against his hips, and grinds up against him in a distractingly sweet imitation of the lewd act occupying Thor's mind.]
[They're deep kisses, warm and deep, but Thor pulls back an inch and ends them to breathe, to taste again the skin of Loki's neck as his hands slide over Loki's thigh and to his ass, gripping and pulling him beneath the tunic, until each movement of their hips is small, direct, faster. And he hums his satisfaction at the feeling against Loki's neck, bites and sucks a spot just hard enough to bruise him there.]
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[He learns quickly in this, as Loki always does; he is never clumsy, but unsure at first, until he learns and imitates and discovers, and then he is kissing enough to take Thor's breath, and returning the pull of his hands with the eager roll of his hips. Thor hums against his mouth and brings both hands to those slim thighs, feeling them through the thin fabric of his leggings as he grips and pulls Loki's spread thighs against his hips, and grinds up against him in a distractingly sweet imitation of the lewd act occupying Thor's mind.]
[They're deep kisses, warm and deep, but Thor pulls back an inch and ends them to breathe, to taste again the skin of Loki's neck as his hands slide over Loki's thigh and to his ass, gripping and pulling him beneath the tunic, until each movement of their hips is small, direct, faster. And he hums his satisfaction at the feeling against Loki's neck, bites and sucks a spot just hard enough to bruise him there.]