[Gentle torture for them both, then, as Thor is tortured by waiting, by teasing, and all sort of slowness Loki, in his newness, requires. But soon enough his is responding more in pleasure than pain, cock twitching with interest against his stomach, back arching, breath rushed. He grasps Thor's hair and pulls him close with desperate hands, and when Thor feels his open mouth and warm breath against his neck, he groans.]
[He presses in hard and deep with his fingers, and matches the pace with his hips, his painfully neglected cock sliding against Loki's spread thigh. Not much longer, he reassures himself with thinking, and he will be ready enough. But he cannot rush; for all the lust, all the heat and near-insatiable wanting he feels, he would never do Loki harm.]
[But, ah, the wanting. Loki had told him to do as he liked, and yet--]
[Thor leans back, but pulls Loki with him by an arm around his waist, until he's pressed to his lap again. For a moment, Thor's distracted by the feel, the weight of Loki's spread thighs, the slide of their cocks together as their stomachs press, and the shifting tightness around his fingers. But then remembers his purpose again, presses his mouth to Loki's hair as he uses both hands to spread him wide in his lap.] Will you let me take you? Tell me, or else we might find some other way.
[There are other ways, as much as Thor's mind is arguing against him, and they will be found if that's what Loki wants. His brother is most precious to him, and if the act would ruin him somehow, Thor would never suffer it.]
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[He presses in hard and deep with his fingers, and matches the pace with his hips, his painfully neglected cock sliding against Loki's spread thigh. Not much longer, he reassures himself with thinking, and he will be ready enough. But he cannot rush; for all the lust, all the heat and near-insatiable wanting he feels, he would never do Loki harm.]
[But, ah, the wanting. Loki had told him to do as he liked, and yet--]
[Thor leans back, but pulls Loki with him by an arm around his waist, until he's pressed to his lap again. For a moment, Thor's distracted by the feel, the weight of Loki's spread thighs, the slide of their cocks together as their stomachs press, and the shifting tightness around his fingers. But then remembers his purpose again, presses his mouth to Loki's hair as he uses both hands to spread him wide in his lap.] Will you let me take you? Tell me, or else we might find some other way.
[There are other ways, as much as Thor's mind is arguing against him, and they will be found if that's what Loki wants. His brother is most precious to him, and if the act would ruin him somehow, Thor would never suffer it.]