thor's come spills into him like a torrent, the rush of warmth is unmistakable and loki knows it for what it is immediately. thor fills him and fills him and fills him, pumping him with seed until the way is made slick with it, until loki wonders how he manages to stay within him, for all of the slipperiness there.
but these thoughts are jumbled and groundless for loki cannot think, he cannot breathe - thor has fallen into the precipice and he drags loki with him, sucking them both down into this heated climax that he has no choice but to follow with his own. and before thor is even finished loki is coming against his belly, jerking his hips down and moaning in a high and keening way that sounds almost injured though it is anything but. white lights explode behind his closed eyelids and loki jerks, writhes, clings to thor as the pleasure crashes over him in brutal waves - coming this way, it is entirely different from being touched, far more intense, striking chords within him that threaten to overwhelm.
and by the time it passes loki is left panting and whining and trembling, clutching to thor with white-knuckled hands as he catches his breath against his brother's collar, where red welts are already rising where loki sank his teeth against him. ]
HAAAAY-AAAYY-AAAY- AY AY
thor's come spills into him like a torrent, the rush of warmth is unmistakable and loki knows it for what it is immediately. thor fills him and fills him and fills him, pumping him with seed until the way is made slick with it, until loki wonders how he manages to stay within him, for all of the slipperiness there.
but these thoughts are jumbled and groundless for loki cannot think, he cannot breathe - thor has fallen into the precipice and he drags loki with him, sucking them both down into this heated climax that he has no choice but to follow with his own. and before thor is even finished loki is coming against his belly, jerking his hips down and moaning in a high and keening way that sounds almost injured though it is anything but. white lights explode behind his closed eyelids and loki jerks, writhes, clings to thor as the pleasure crashes over him in brutal waves - coming this way, it is entirely different from being touched, far more intense, striking chords within him that threaten to overwhelm.
and by the time it passes loki is left panting and whining and trembling, clutching to thor with white-knuckled hands as he catches his breath against his brother's collar, where red welts are already rising where loki sank his teeth against him. ]