[All resistance, all hesitance is gone from Loki, and with it, Thor's restraint is lost as well. Loki presses down against him too readily, speaks words that rile-- shockingly adult words, and Thor supposes he can thank the Stark Phone for that.]
[But he enjoys it, the vulgarities, enjoys the sound of such words in Loki's voice, broken by heavy breaths and gasps as he moves, wanton and willing, and writhes like a snake against the hard muscle, the unmoving wall of Thor's stomach and chest.]
[Unmoving, until he moves-- leans back against the headboard and pulls Loki forward as he does, to lying more prone against him. And Thor wraps an arm around his back to keep him there, as he uses the leverage of his shoulders against the bed to lift his hips, to thrust in deep as he keeps Loki pressed against him, and fuck as he deserves for such words, take and claim, as Loki says, hard as Thor likes.]
Such words-- [He bends forward against Loki to press his mouth to Loki's ear as he speaks,] From my young brother. [Thor's voice is a throaty whisper all but growled from his overpowering lust.] Only mine. [He murmurs such words, their meaning all but lost to the feel, the smell, the sound all of Loki, the heat and stickiness of his lithe body as they writhe against one another, as Thor fucks him deep, splits him wide with each quickened thrust.]
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[But he enjoys it, the vulgarities, enjoys the sound of such words in Loki's voice, broken by heavy breaths and gasps as he moves, wanton and willing, and writhes like a snake against the hard muscle, the unmoving wall of Thor's stomach and chest.]
[Unmoving, until he moves-- leans back against the headboard and pulls Loki forward as he does, to lying more prone against him. And Thor wraps an arm around his back to keep him there, as he uses the leverage of his shoulders against the bed to lift his hips, to thrust in deep as he keeps Loki pressed against him, and fuck as he deserves for such words, take and claim, as Loki says, hard as Thor likes.]
Such words-- [He bends forward against Loki to press his mouth to Loki's ear as he speaks,] From my young brother. [Thor's voice is a throaty whisper all but growled from his overpowering lust.] Only mine. [He murmurs such words, their meaning all but lost to the feel, the smell, the sound all of Loki, the heat and stickiness of his lithe body as they writhe against one another, as Thor fucks him deep, splits him wide with each quickened thrust.]