[ tonight is a night of firsts. the feel of thor's cock between his hands - it's new, it's exciting, it's thrilling and arousing and all of those wonderful adjectives that mean good, but also scary. but loki can appreciate a little apprehension, a little fear, when it concerns such a thing.
by the nine he's big. thick and long and searing hot against his hands, loki closes deft fingers around him, feeling the smooth, silky skin beneath them, the twitching, steady pulse. it's intoxicating, to feel thor's visceral pleasure, to bear witness as his breath leaves him, as his lips pull back and his hips thrust forward into loki's palms, and the circle made by his small hands. he focuses on the feel of it, on moving his hands curiously but fluidly around his brother's erection, tracing it and learning it.
-- but then thor is interrupting all of these nice things by touching him. at first he is only pulling loki's leggings away, which he allows without question because there are far more important matters at hand ( ... ), and then thor's mouth is at his throat again which loki enjoys entirely. but then - then - ]
Ah -
[ loki's skinny legs twitch, his hips jerk up and his breath quickens. a flood of heat in his loins sets his nerves to sparking, and loki wonders how he will continue on more than - oh hel, he won't last another moment. it is all of it too much. the build up, the deep kisses, thor's roaming hands and the heat of his body, the weight of his thick cock in loki's hands, and now the direct stimulation.. impossible. loki bites his lip hard in a lame attempt to drive it back but there is no suppressing it; one upward thrust, a second, a third, and loki is coming against his brother's palm, against his own pale belly, curling his toes into the sheets, gasping and whimpering and crying out.
how terribly unfair. how humiliating. if loki didn't feel so good he would be horrified. ]
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by the nine he's big. thick and long and searing hot against his hands, loki closes deft fingers around him, feeling the smooth, silky skin beneath them, the twitching, steady pulse. it's intoxicating, to feel thor's visceral pleasure, to bear witness as his breath leaves him, as his lips pull back and his hips thrust forward into loki's palms, and the circle made by his small hands. he focuses on the feel of it, on moving his hands curiously but fluidly around his brother's erection, tracing it and learning it.
-- but then thor is interrupting all of these nice things by touching him. at first he is only pulling loki's leggings away, which he allows without question because there are far more important matters at hand ( ... ), and then thor's mouth is at his throat again which loki enjoys entirely. but then - then - ]
Ah -
[ loki's skinny legs twitch, his hips jerk up and his breath quickens. a flood of heat in his loins sets his nerves to sparking, and loki wonders how he will continue on more than - oh hel, he won't last another moment. it is all of it too much. the build up, the deep kisses, thor's roaming hands and the heat of his body, the weight of his thick cock in loki's hands, and now the direct stimulation.. impossible. loki bites his lip hard in a lame attempt to drive it back but there is no suppressing it; one upward thrust, a second, a third, and loki is coming against his brother's palm, against his own pale belly, curling his toes into the sheets, gasping and whimpering and crying out.
how terribly unfair. how humiliating. if loki didn't feel so good he would be horrified. ]