[The words repeated are more than enough-- Thor's mind is washed with desire, and there is only the sound, and some vague meaning of the words Loki's said before: the more, the yours, and brother, always. It's a bond that binds them, and if Thor must be brought to this strange place and stripped of power, whispered promises of sex and pleasure-- and if Loki must be brought here as well-- There are none better to share such a place with than each other, none other who would better understand, and forgive, and love unconditionally despite what the nature of this place might bring.]
[There is no room for worry, or anticipation, or anything now, regardless. Anything but passion is ignored in favor of the feel of Loki's slight weight, the wet of his mouth and his spilling words, the slide of his cock against Thor's stomach as he rolls his hips against him, and the squeeze, the slide around Thor's cock.]
[His hands find Loki's thighs, and he grips and spreads him wide as he ruts into him, a rough rhythm found and lost with each of Loki's pouring words that sear his blood, the blind his vision and dull every sense but touch, which seems to double as the feelings build, and everything good becomes more, sensitive skin tingles, and he thrusts deep, deep, until he's overwhelmed, grips Loki's thighs hard and moans low as he he spills, rolling his hips up, erratic and slowing, but balls-deep still as the way's made more slippery with his come.]
yes, but i can only use each one so many times
[There is no room for worry, or anticipation, or anything now, regardless. Anything but passion is ignored in favor of the feel of Loki's slight weight, the wet of his mouth and his spilling words, the slide of his cock against Thor's stomach as he rolls his hips against him, and the squeeze, the slide around Thor's cock.]
[His hands find Loki's thighs, and he grips and spreads him wide as he ruts into him, a rough rhythm found and lost with each of Loki's pouring words that sear his blood, the blind his vision and dull every sense but touch, which seems to double as the feelings build, and everything good becomes more, sensitive skin tingles, and he thrusts deep, deep, until he's overwhelmed, grips Loki's thighs hard and moans low as he he spills, rolling his hips up, erratic and slowing, but balls-deep still as the way's made more slippery with his come.]