[Well, that was... brief. Loki is young yet, and inexperienced it seems; Thor knew this, and yet he hadn't planned-- Well, he rarely plans for much.]
[No matter. He is warmed by pleasure still, and what plans he's made are still planned, only delayed. It's a lovely picture Loki makes, hair a mess, gasping (his cry of pleasure still echoing in Thor's mind), splayed and boneless, dirtied by his release.]
[Beautifully pleasured by Thor's hand, and he feels a sort of pride for it. Breath rushed still, he kisses his brother's neck more gently, eases his grip of his brother's cock until the strokes are slow and milking, and still he rolls his hips slow against Loki's slackened hands.]
[Slow, to give Loki time to recover, but only a bit. Thor gives him little more than a minute of such peace before he turns his kisses hotly opened-mouth again, drags his mouth lower to Loki's collar, and lower, to one nipple as his wet hand gropes likewise lower between Loki's legs, strong fingers seeking out his entrance, and wetting him there, slicking him with cum: all pressure and no penetration. Yet.]
[Thor leans away and still towers over Loki, kisses his sweat-curled hair with fondness before presses their foreheads together.]
Breathe. [He says, though there are surely much more meaningful things he could be saying as he presses a first thick finger inside.]
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[No matter. He is warmed by pleasure still, and what plans he's made are still planned, only delayed. It's a lovely picture Loki makes, hair a mess, gasping (his cry of pleasure still echoing in Thor's mind), splayed and boneless, dirtied by his release.]
[Beautifully pleasured by Thor's hand, and he feels a sort of pride for it. Breath rushed still, he kisses his brother's neck more gently, eases his grip of his brother's cock until the strokes are slow and milking, and still he rolls his hips slow against Loki's slackened hands.]
[Slow, to give Loki time to recover, but only a bit. Thor gives him little more than a minute of such peace before he turns his kisses hotly opened-mouth again, drags his mouth lower to Loki's collar, and lower, to one nipple as his wet hand gropes likewise lower between Loki's legs, strong fingers seeking out his entrance, and wetting him there, slicking him with cum: all pressure and no penetration. Yet.]
[Thor leans away and still towers over Loki, kisses his sweat-curled hair with fondness before presses their foreheads together.]
Breathe. [He says, though there are surely much more meaningful things he could be saying as he presses a first thick finger inside.]