[Thor hums at Loki's affront, considering whether a word was warning enough. Perhaps not in Loki's state, his mind and senses all numbed by sex. But it serves better not to warn him, to keep him relaxed and receptive as he is. He's adapting fine, anyway, and Thor kisses Loki's cheek, his jaw to his ear as he presses the blunt of his finger deeper, opening him slowly.]
Breathe deeply, and slow. [He corrects this time, then adds an after-thought with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips against Loki's neck.] That is your warning. [As he pulls his first finger out this time, he presses the middle one beside, and slides both in together again, slow and deep, slow still, and deeper, and curling.]
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Breathe deeply, and slow. [He corrects this time, then adds an after-thought with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips against Loki's neck.] That is your warning. [As he pulls his first finger out this time, he presses the middle one beside, and slides both in together again, slow and deep, slow still, and deeper, and curling.]