[ ah, what a feeling, this sweet release, however, ah .. embarrassing.
loki's body is flooded with warmth, soothing and tingly and enveloping like a blanket around him. he feels heavy, he feels sleepy and slack as a housecat in the sun, and the slowed but continued movement of thor's hand makes him feel like syrup. his brother's kisses at his neck are welcome and wonderful, and loki hums and closes his eyes against the light, turns his face to nuzzle at his ear, for once entirely without words.
and thor continues to grope him, continues to kiss him, and his hands are heavy and his mouth is hot and all at once loki comes back to reality, remembers that his poor brother has yet to finish. loki will get to it, he will absolutely, totally get to it, just.. in a minute. very soon. after his body starts feeling like a body again, instead of a useless lump of lead.
but thor, it seems, has other plans. entirely distracted by the afterglow of his orgasm, loki seemed to completely miss the movement of his brother's hand - or not miss it, rather, only disregard it, pay only half attention, fail to think about what it is that thor is doing. but he squirms nonetheless, his thighs slack and falling more easily open to him without thought, and thor says to -- ]
Oh -- Thor!
[ he breathes all right, a quick snap of air into his lungs, entirely unprepared for this.. unexpected turn of events. thor's fingers are thick, slick with loki's come, and his brother is not terribly deft but he is gentle. still, loki is taken by surprise, but it is perhaps a good thing, and a good thing that loki has already spent himself, as he is lazy and his body is slack, receptive. loki's hands fall away from thor's cock briefly to search for purchase, something to grab onto, they grip at thor's hips and ribs and shoulders. ]
A fairer warning might've been.. might've been in order ..
[ but loki's body arches anyway, tentatively, but willing still. ]
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loki's body is flooded with warmth, soothing and tingly and enveloping like a blanket around him. he feels heavy, he feels sleepy and slack as a housecat in the sun, and the slowed but continued movement of thor's hand makes him feel like syrup. his brother's kisses at his neck are welcome and wonderful, and loki hums and closes his eyes against the light, turns his face to nuzzle at his ear, for once entirely without words.
and thor continues to grope him, continues to kiss him, and his hands are heavy and his mouth is hot and all at once loki comes back to reality, remembers that his poor brother has yet to finish. loki will get to it, he will absolutely, totally get to it, just.. in a minute. very soon. after his body starts feeling like a body again, instead of a useless lump of lead.
but thor, it seems, has other plans. entirely distracted by the afterglow of his orgasm, loki seemed to completely miss the movement of his brother's hand - or not miss it, rather, only disregard it, pay only half attention, fail to think about what it is that thor is doing. but he squirms nonetheless, his thighs slack and falling more easily open to him without thought, and thor says to -- ]
Oh -- Thor!
[ he breathes all right, a quick snap of air into his lungs, entirely unprepared for this.. unexpected turn of events. thor's fingers are thick, slick with loki's come, and his brother is not terribly deft but he is gentle. still, loki is taken by surprise, but it is perhaps a good thing, and a good thing that loki has already spent himself, as he is lazy and his body is slack, receptive. loki's hands fall away from thor's cock briefly to search for purchase, something to grab onto, they grip at thor's hips and ribs and shoulders. ]
A fairer warning might've been.. might've been in order ..
[ but loki's body arches anyway, tentatively, but willing still. ]