[Things are very quickly spiraling beyond control. Loki's arms claw at his back through his cape, ans he rolls his hips fluidly, expertly, no longer needing the guidance Thor's hands still give. His breath is hot and ragged against Thor's ear where is face is pressed. And all of this is good, is what he wants. Ideally, though, he wants these things with far lass clothing between them. Though Loki doesn't seem hindered at all, how comfortable can it really be to rut against a lap of metal, feel circles of it pressed into your chest?]
[It must be somewhat painful for him, as it's somewhat painful (constricting, mostly) to Thor. But holding Loki this way, so much more intimately than ever before, is too much of a thrill to think to halt, even for comfort's sake. There will be time for comforts later, and other pleasures. Thor can't think to end it when he is so glad for Loki's slight weight rolling against him, the feel of him under hand, the sound of his voice breathing brother, and the taste under tongue.]
[So, Thor does nothing but encourage him, with hands that spread his ass through his leggings as he rolls again and again into Thor's lap, with teeth at his neck and collar, as low as he can reach with the fabric that he still wears. There may be no fruition of things this way, but Thor will enjoy the feel regardless until he finds control enough to stop it, and take Loki properly to bed.]
[His conscience should be speaking to him, urging him to slow, to gentle himself, to have care. But there is nothing but raw lust, like fiery electricity through his veins. Coupled with the love he has for his brother, it feels a dangerous thing. There will be no quarter given for him, unless Loki demands it. And he shows no sign of such a thing with the way he arches and gasps. Not yet, anyway.]
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[It must be somewhat painful for him, as it's somewhat painful (constricting, mostly) to Thor. But holding Loki this way, so much more intimately than ever before, is too much of a thrill to think to halt, even for comfort's sake. There will be time for comforts later, and other pleasures. Thor can't think to end it when he is so glad for Loki's slight weight rolling against him, the feel of him under hand, the sound of his voice breathing brother, and the taste under tongue.]
[So, Thor does nothing but encourage him, with hands that spread his ass through his leggings as he rolls again and again into Thor's lap, with teeth at his neck and collar, as low as he can reach with the fabric that he still wears. There may be no fruition of things this way, but Thor will enjoy the feel regardless until he finds control enough to stop it, and take Loki properly to bed.]
[His conscience should be speaking to him, urging him to slow, to gentle himself, to have care. But there is nothing but raw lust, like fiery electricity through his veins. Coupled with the love he has for his brother, it feels a dangerous thing. There will be no quarter given for him, unless Loki demands it. And he shows no sign of such a thing with the way he arches and gasps. Not yet, anyway.]