[ thor plays him like an instrument, with an ease and deftness that loki had not expected. his brother is good at this, which of course, belies practice, and experience, and instantly loki hates every woman or man that thor has ever slept with to achieve this dexterousness.
it's a silly feeling, a petty one and loki knows it, so he presses it to the back of his mind and thinks instead of other things - things like the press of thor's cock to his thigh, hot and insistent, he thinks on the idea that it is loki who gives him this, who warms his blood to boiling with want and need. his brother loves him, of that much he is assured, and will always be assured.
and it is while he is thinking of these things that thor moves him, rising and pulling back until loki is spread over his lap, naked and pressed close. it takes him a moment to clear the clouds from his mind, to understand what it is that thor is asking of him; instantly his face flushes brightly, his shining eyes widen - but only briefly. loki quickly stamps this schoolboy nonsense, he may be young but he knows what he wants, knows that he is not afraid to grasp it. he bites his lower lip but smiles around it, coy and conspiratorial. ]
.. Yes, brother. [ he says, touching their foreheads together and winding his slim arms about thor's shoulders, speaking slowly, quietly, his words but whispers against thor's mouth. ] I want you to take me. [ so badly, so badly, with an intensity that he could never have imagined. still, his eyes dart to the bedside table, where he knows more lubricant is stowed (he's explored his little home quite thoroughly, of course). thor has done a fine job, making crafty use of loki's come, but thor is big and loki is new and well, better safe than sorry. he has seen these things upon the world of wide webbing, the chronicles of rutting that the mortals seemed to so enjoy posting and displaying - proper lubrication is important. ]
But first .. ah, hm. In the drawer, if you please.
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it's a silly feeling, a petty one and loki knows it, so he presses it to the back of his mind and thinks instead of other things - things like the press of thor's cock to his thigh, hot and insistent, he thinks on the idea that it is loki who gives him this, who warms his blood to boiling with want and need. his brother loves him, of that much he is assured, and will always be assured.
and it is while he is thinking of these things that thor moves him, rising and pulling back until loki is spread over his lap, naked and pressed close. it takes him a moment to clear the clouds from his mind, to understand what it is that thor is asking of him; instantly his face flushes brightly, his shining eyes widen - but only briefly. loki quickly stamps this schoolboy nonsense, he may be young but he knows what he wants, knows that he is not afraid to grasp it. he bites his lower lip but smiles around it, coy and conspiratorial. ]
.. Yes, brother. [ he says, touching their foreheads together and winding his slim arms about thor's shoulders, speaking slowly, quietly, his words but whispers against thor's mouth. ] I want you to take me. [ so badly, so badly, with an intensity that he could never have imagined. still, his eyes dart to the bedside table, where he knows more lubricant is stowed (he's explored his little home quite thoroughly, of course). thor has done a fine job, making crafty use of loki's come, but thor is big and loki is new and well, better safe than sorry. he has seen these things upon the world of wide webbing, the chronicles of rutting that the mortals seemed to so enjoy posting and displaying - proper lubrication is important. ]
But first .. ah, hm. In the drawer, if you please.