[ oh, the feel of it indeed. it is not so sweet a feeling, for loki.
when thor's eyes find his own, loki stares back unflinchingly, and beneath the blind wanting in his eyes there is love, there is trust but then, loki has always trusted thor. his brother's words warm him, they make his chest constrict and loki cannot help the small hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. he does as instructed, takes in a deep, slow breath and though his nerves jump at the feel of thor's cock sliding against the cleft of his body loki tries to relax, tries to loosen his body.
tries, and fails. or at the very least, whatever progress he was making is immediately lost when thor's cock presses into him, large and thick and straining. he pops in suddenly, deeply (more deeply than expected at least), and loki cries out despite himself, a sound he muffles immediately against thor's broad shoulder. the lubricant helps to ease it all but still loki feels .. invaded, still he feels as if his brother means to split him asunder with his girth. what was loki thinking, believing that he could handle this? thor has two feet on him in height, several hundred pounds in weight, he is massive and powerful and loki is small and skinny and oh hel what was he thinking --
-- but no, no, he has come too far to back down now. he can do this, they can do this. his body learned to accommodate thor's thick fingers, it shall learn to accommodate this as well.
breathe, yes, he must remember to breathe. with his arms wound tight around thor's shoulders, his hands splayed and grasping, loki breathes, slow and steady and shuddering. he breathes, and he trusts, and he drives away his fears. he settles, he relaxes. and soon enough, with a low sound twisting in his throat, loki begins to press down, to ease forward; surely this is all too slow for his most impatient brother, and loki wishes he could give him what he wants, wishes he had the experience to throw caution to the wind but he must go slow, lest he be too easily overwhelmed. ]
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when thor's eyes find his own, loki stares back unflinchingly, and beneath the blind wanting in his eyes there is love, there is trust but then, loki has always trusted thor. his brother's words warm him, they make his chest constrict and loki cannot help the small hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. he does as instructed, takes in a deep, slow breath and though his nerves jump at the feel of thor's cock sliding against the cleft of his body loki tries to relax, tries to loosen his body.
tries, and fails. or at the very least, whatever progress he was making is immediately lost when thor's cock presses into him, large and thick and straining. he pops in suddenly, deeply (more deeply than expected at least), and loki cries out despite himself, a sound he muffles immediately against thor's broad shoulder. the lubricant helps to ease it all but still loki feels .. invaded, still he feels as if his brother means to split him asunder with his girth. what was loki thinking, believing that he could handle this? thor has two feet on him in height, several hundred pounds in weight, he is massive and powerful and loki is small and skinny and oh hel what was he thinking --
-- but no, no, he has come too far to back down now. he can do this, they can do this. his body learned to accommodate thor's thick fingers, it shall learn to accommodate this as well.
breathe, yes, he must remember to breathe. with his arms wound tight around thor's shoulders, his hands splayed and grasping, loki breathes, slow and steady and shuddering. he breathes, and he trusts, and he drives away his fears. he settles, he relaxes. and soon enough, with a low sound twisting in his throat, loki begins to press down, to ease forward; surely this is all too slow for his most impatient brother, and loki wishes he could give him what he wants, wishes he had the experience to throw caution to the wind but he must go slow, lest he be too easily overwhelmed. ]