[ thor complies, but loki had not expected otherwise. loki smiles, warm and wide, and moves his hands through thor's thick hair to press it back and away, and with clever fingers he folds his brother's collar down, further away from his throat.
with no further prompting he leans in, brushes their noses together, then ducks his head to thor's throat, his jaw and his ear, closing his mouth against the warm, sensitive patch of skin where these three things meet. his grasp in thor's hair tightens, his lips form a seal and loki suckles gently, but firmly, opening his mouth wide and pressing in close to encourage.
when at last loki pulls back a fine bruise is blooming against thor's skin, darkening, an angry red around the edges; he cannot help the satisfied smirk that slants his mouth. ]
.. to make you mine. [ he says, only mildly smugly, and leans to touch their foreheads together once more. ]
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with no further prompting he leans in, brushes their noses together, then ducks his head to thor's throat, his jaw and his ear, closing his mouth against the warm, sensitive patch of skin where these three things meet. his grasp in thor's hair tightens, his lips form a seal and loki suckles gently, but firmly, opening his mouth wide and pressing in close to encourage.
when at last loki pulls back a fine bruise is blooming against thor's skin, darkening, an angry red around the edges; he cannot help the satisfied smirk that slants his mouth. ]
.. to make you mine. [ he says, only mildly smugly, and leans to touch their foreheads together once more. ]