[ gentle torture indeed, or perhaps not so gentle - as gentle as the mighty thor is capable of being.
it is a push and a pull, a give and a take; thor stretches him brutally, and loki hisses, winces, grimaces, but then his brother once again glides against that spot and loki is rewarded for his endurance with more sweet, sweet sensation. pain and pleasure coil around each other so tightly as to be indistinguishable, and loki is awash with these feelings, unsure of whether to feel grateful or angry.
both are fair enough, at this point, though with practice, as he relaxes further, the pain is beginning to ebb into discomfort. it hits sharply sometimes, when thor thrusts too roughly into him, but the apology comes quickly with the curl of his fingers and loki soon sighs again, shivers, and becomes compliant. who knew that such pleasure could be found this way - already he is warming again, flushed and panting, rising into thor's touch without question, without complaint. he is beginning to relax, beginning to relent, parting his white thighs further, and closing his small fists in thor's hair, against his shoulders, gripping and grasping and holding tight to him, unrelenting, his face turning into thor's throat. ]
QUESTIONABLE. but more or less on the mark.
it is a push and a pull, a give and a take; thor stretches him brutally, and loki hisses, winces, grimaces, but then his brother once again glides against that spot and loki is rewarded for his endurance with more sweet, sweet sensation. pain and pleasure coil around each other so tightly as to be indistinguishable, and loki is awash with these feelings, unsure of whether to feel grateful or angry.
both are fair enough, at this point, though with practice, as he relaxes further, the pain is beginning to ebb into discomfort. it hits sharply sometimes, when thor thrusts too roughly into him, but the apology comes quickly with the curl of his fingers and loki soon sighs again, shivers, and becomes compliant. who knew that such pleasure could be found this way - already he is warming again, flushed and panting, rising into thor's touch without question, without complaint. he is beginning to relax, beginning to relent, parting his white thighs further, and closing his small fists in thor's hair, against his shoulders, gripping and grasping and holding tight to him, unrelenting, his face turning into thor's throat. ]