[ little movements, the sounds thor makes, the shift of his hips and his hands - all of these are small nuances that loki zeroes in on immediately. so far, so good. so far, he hasn't messed anything up. though to be fair .. a thing like this must be rather difficult to mess up, or so loki thinks, at least. it is entirely natural. insert tab A into slot - well, you understand.
nevertheless, thor is pleased. and the encouraging pull of his hands, the low growls in his throat - sounds that loki has never before heard - drive him to eagerness. loki loves to learn new things, and better still, he loves to excel at them, to please and impress, and who better to please and impress than thor, who loki is always, consistently doing all he can to prove himself to?
again, loki shifts his hips. small, short movements, a shallow grind, hardly deeper than the last, but movement still. it's as a hot spike driving into him, still uncomfortable, still sharp, but stirring something within him, pressing, he thinks, to that still-mysterious spot within him, though not pressing hard enough yet to override the pain with pleasure.
it is coming, though. with every slippery slide of his hips the discomfort lessens, his body adapts, and loki begins, tentatively, to enjoy the feel of it. surely his heightened libido contributes - and also, surely, that it is thor whose hands are upon him - but nevertheless, he is accommodating. loki murmurs something incoherent against his brother's mouth, pulls his hands forward to cage thor's face with them, his thumbs gliding over the sharp, broad ridges of his cheekbones as he parts his lips and encourages thor to plunge deeper, deeper with tongue and cock alike, with another, easier roll of his hips, this one less shallow even than the last. ]
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nevertheless, thor is pleased. and the encouraging pull of his hands, the low growls in his throat - sounds that loki has never before heard - drive him to eagerness. loki loves to learn new things, and better still, he loves to excel at them, to please and impress, and who better to please and impress than thor, who loki is always, consistently doing all he can to prove himself to?
again, loki shifts his hips. small, short movements, a shallow grind, hardly deeper than the last, but movement still. it's as a hot spike driving into him, still uncomfortable, still sharp, but stirring something within him, pressing, he thinks, to that still-mysterious spot within him, though not pressing hard enough yet to override the pain with pleasure.
it is coming, though. with every slippery slide of his hips the discomfort lessens, his body adapts, and loki begins, tentatively, to enjoy the feel of it. surely his heightened libido contributes - and also, surely, that it is thor whose hands are upon him - but nevertheless, he is accommodating. loki murmurs something incoherent against his brother's mouth, pulls his hands forward to cage thor's face with them, his thumbs gliding over the sharp, broad ridges of his cheekbones as he parts his lips and encourages thor to plunge deeper, deeper with tongue and cock alike, with another, easier roll of his hips, this one less shallow even than the last. ]