[His free hand follows Loki's, to stroke the back of his small knuckles as he pulls and squeezes Thor's cock. His breath rushes at the feel: the wet, pulling rhythm of Loki's slender hands.]
[They're shaking, he realizes, and stills them both with his single large hand, dips his head and pulls Loki's hands by a thumb against his palms until they're looped over his neck, that he might find purchase there, and leave the rest to Thor's workings.]
[Loki must worry, then despite his words, and Thor worries for him. But Loki encourages him to action still, and Thor finds confidence in this enough for both of them. They are both wanting, they share lust and love. Nervousness is to be expected with newness, and change. But change has served them both well enough before.]
[Thor pulls his own hands away, drags them over Loki's ass and lifts him, until he is fully pressed to Thor's stomach and chest, until Thor's lubed cock slides teasingly between his cheeks. With his hands and cockhead, he rubs Loki there, while he leans forward to press his forehead to Loki's, and catch his eyes, his own a darker blue from wanting, from this drawn-out wait, from anticipation and need.]
Breathe slow. [He reminds, stroking himself slowly, teasingly, in one hand, the other rested at Loki's hip.] Be at ease. Know I love you, and speak if you would have me wait. [He smiles again, lips close enough to Loki's lips to feel his breath.] That is, again, your warning.
[With no further words, he thumbs his cock, and presses the wide tip of it in slow, with steady pressure, until the lubricant eases the way enough that the swollen head and the first inches pops suddenly inside, squeezed tight still despite all foreplay.]
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[They're shaking, he realizes, and stills them both with his single large hand, dips his head and pulls Loki's hands by a thumb against his palms until they're looped over his neck, that he might find purchase there, and leave the rest to Thor's workings.]
[Loki must worry, then despite his words, and Thor worries for him. But Loki encourages him to action still, and Thor finds confidence in this enough for both of them. They are both wanting, they share lust and love. Nervousness is to be expected with newness, and change. But change has served them both well enough before.]
[Thor pulls his own hands away, drags them over Loki's ass and lifts him, until he is fully pressed to Thor's stomach and chest, until Thor's lubed cock slides teasingly between his cheeks. With his hands and cockhead, he rubs Loki there, while he leans forward to press his forehead to Loki's, and catch his eyes, his own a darker blue from wanting, from this drawn-out wait, from anticipation and need.]
Breathe slow. [He reminds, stroking himself slowly, teasingly, in one hand, the other rested at Loki's hip.] Be at ease. Know I love you, and speak if you would have me wait. [He smiles again, lips close enough to Loki's lips to feel his breath.] That is, again, your warning.
[With no further words, he thumbs his cock, and presses the wide tip of it in slow, with steady pressure, until the lubricant eases the way enough that the swollen head and the first inches pops suddenly inside, squeezed tight still despite all foreplay.]
[And ah the feel of it--]