thor is all but undressed now, save for his long underleggings which, in the grand scheme of things, are hardly anything at all. loki can feel him through them, when thor presses close, when thor eases him back on the bed and bears over him and what a thrill it is, how deeply, incredibly intimate.
and they're kissing again, which, loki is understanding, is absolutely fine. he's quickly beginning to realize that he could never really grow tired of this, that he could kiss his brother all day and never, ever, ever want to stop. it feels so familiar somehow, so warm and deep and good - loki loves the taste of him, the slide of their tongues, how incredibly connected to his brother he feels when their mouths lock together like this. and loki is quickly learning the ropes, drawing on what experience he has to enhance this, detailing the way thor moves his head and his mouth. it's like a dance, and though loki is unfamiliar with the steps he is a notoriously quick study; very soon they establish a movement, a rhythm, so to speak. loki learns how to turn his head to seal their mouths together, he learns when to probe and when to withdraw, he learns how to be supple and yielding beneath his brother's more domineering kiss.
never. he could never tire of it.
but thor is seeking more, it seems, and loki must struggle to catch up. his thighs twitch and tense beneath his brother's fleeting touch, and he whines again against his mouth when thor's hands slide effortlessly beneath his tunic, hot and searching, hungry for skin. loki's ribs tighten in a sudden inhale and he arches thoughtlessly, involuntarily, pressing into thor's hands while his own, now blessedly degloved, slide to roam over his brother's back again. and it is naked now, hot and smooth and hard beneath loki's soft, cool palms, a delightful thing to touch. ]
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thor is all but undressed now, save for his long underleggings which, in the grand scheme of things, are hardly anything at all. loki can feel him through them, when thor presses close, when thor eases him back on the bed and bears over him and what a thrill it is, how deeply, incredibly intimate.
and they're kissing again, which, loki is understanding, is absolutely fine. he's quickly beginning to realize that he could never really grow tired of this, that he could kiss his brother all day and never, ever, ever want to stop. it feels so familiar somehow, so warm and deep and good - loki loves the taste of him, the slide of their tongues, how incredibly connected to his brother he feels when their mouths lock together like this. and loki is quickly learning the ropes, drawing on what experience he has to enhance this, detailing the way thor moves his head and his mouth. it's like a dance, and though loki is unfamiliar with the steps he is a notoriously quick study; very soon they establish a movement, a rhythm, so to speak. loki learns how to turn his head to seal their mouths together, he learns when to probe and when to withdraw, he learns how to be supple and yielding beneath his brother's more domineering kiss.
never. he could never tire of it.
but thor is seeking more, it seems, and loki must struggle to catch up. his thighs twitch and tense beneath his brother's fleeting touch, and he whines again against his mouth when thor's hands slide effortlessly beneath his tunic, hot and searching, hungry for skin. loki's ribs tighten in a sudden inhale and he arches thoughtlessly, involuntarily, pressing into thor's hands while his own, now blessedly degloved, slide to roam over his brother's back again. and it is naked now, hot and smooth and hard beneath loki's soft, cool palms, a delightful thing to touch. ]