[Thor's hands move over Loki's bare stomach beneath his clothes, over his sides and chest, and Thor revels in the feel of his smooth naked skin, unblemished and new yet, so unlike most Asgardians. He feels as he kisses, the planes of Loki's chest, the peak of his nipples, the soft dip of each rib. He is bones and sinew all, a skinny thing, different and unusual, and Loki still.]
[Loki still, in how quickly he learns to kiss. His clever brothers, skilled with his tongue even in youth. And Thor is distracted by his kisses, breathes warm against his mouth, and his shoulders and back flex under Loki's hands as he wraps his arms around Loki's and presses against him flush, forcing him again with weight further back, until Thor can feel all of Loki's slim body pressed beneath him, and Loki's back is forced to the thin cover of his too-small bed.]
[Distracted by kissing, yes, and then more so by the feel of Loki beneath him, the warmth of Loki's naked waist against his bare arms, the slide of his thighs over Thor's hips, the friction of their clothed erections pressed. Ariel or Asgard, bed or floor or all else: Thor feels and knows of nothing but the shape of Loki's body, the sound of his breaths, the warmth and wetness of his mouth and tongue. All else but greedy lust is lost.]
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[Loki still, in how quickly he learns to kiss. His clever brothers, skilled with his tongue even in youth. And Thor is distracted by his kisses, breathes warm against his mouth, and his shoulders and back flex under Loki's hands as he wraps his arms around Loki's and presses against him flush, forcing him again with weight further back, until Thor can feel all of Loki's slim body pressed beneath him, and Loki's back is forced to the thin cover of his too-small bed.]
[Distracted by kissing, yes, and then more so by the feel of Loki beneath him, the warmth of Loki's naked waist against his bare arms, the slide of his thighs over Thor's hips, the friction of their clothed erections pressed. Ariel or Asgard, bed or floor or all else: Thor feels and knows of nothing but the shape of Loki's body, the sound of his breaths, the warmth and wetness of his mouth and tongue. All else but greedy lust is lost.]