[It's a slow and torturous teasing, but Thor loves it, the thrill of it, the newness. He worries at first, for the pain and Loki's cry, which feels as a strike against his heart. Loki, young and small as he is now, is tight and virginal, but he is adaptable as well. And Thor can't find himself worrying enough to offer any respite; instead, trusts Loki to overcome, with time, with practice, with motion. He has lust and endurance enough; he will manage it.]
[And in the mean time, it's a test of restraint and patience for Thor, as his cock is squeezed, engulfed in tight, slipping heat. And Loki grasps at him with desperate hands, breathes ragged and shuddering, against his shoulder, legs spread and body bent like a tree against a storm.]
[Thor presses his face to Loki's at his shoulder, nuzzles and nudges him until he's able to catch his lips, and kiss him deep and hungry, as Loki begins to move slowly, haltingly down against him. And Thor groans into his mouth as he does, tongue pressing into him, distracting, taking Loki's mouth rough and deep as he'd like to in other ways. His hands drag wide over Loki's back, his thighs, until he palms Loki's cock again, slow and squeezing, thumb pressed into the wetness of the tip.]
[Thor keeps still where it counts, for all his impatience elsewhere: his thighs and sheathed cock all twitching with painful restraint as he lets his small brother take as little, as slow as he like.]
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[And in the mean time, it's a test of restraint and patience for Thor, as his cock is squeezed, engulfed in tight, slipping heat. And Loki grasps at him with desperate hands, breathes ragged and shuddering, against his shoulder, legs spread and body bent like a tree against a storm.]
[Thor presses his face to Loki's at his shoulder, nuzzles and nudges him until he's able to catch his lips, and kiss him deep and hungry, as Loki begins to move slowly, haltingly down against him. And Thor groans into his mouth as he does, tongue pressing into him, distracting, taking Loki's mouth rough and deep as he'd like to in other ways. His hands drag wide over Loki's back, his thighs, until he palms Loki's cock again, slow and squeezing, thumb pressed into the wetness of the tip.]
[Thor keeps still where it counts, for all his impatience elsewhere: his thighs and sheathed cock all twitching with painful restraint as he lets his small brother take as little, as slow as he like.]