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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!
 THE OVERFLOW, PART DEUX! Since the last post is again fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post, even though there's just a little over a week to game start. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home. | |
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of course not, this is thor. thor thinks with his body, and his hands, and that blasted chip in his brain surely isn't helping his already scant inhibitions. it is not that loki does not want this - oh no, surely the chip says otherwise - but there are just so many questions, so many questions, so many questions .. is there something about their relationship that loki is not privy to? something that makes this so thoughtlessly easy for thor? ]
Oh, hang it all.
[ with thor's breath at his ear and throat loki cannot hope to fight it. his arms close tightly around his brother's neck and shoulders, his body urged forward until he is pressed close, until he sits astride his brother's lap. questions will have to wait. there will be time, after.
.. after what? after, well - after they finish with whatever this is. loki doesn't care anymore, he doesn't want to think anymore, he is struggling hopelessly against the tide and it is simply so much easier to swim with the current instead. to adapt, as he is so accustomed to doing. at the very least he is with thor, he is warm and he is safe; there is no other he can think to ever want to be so close with, except perhaps .. ah, no, no, loki stamps that train of thought immediately, grinds it out and shuts his eyes, pressing himself flush to his brother's body. ]
Do what you will, Thor. Damn me, but this is what I want.
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[But he's worried by Loki's words. Not worried enough to stop, but enough to ask. He keeps Loki close with his hands, but leans his face away to watch Loki through lidded eyes.] You're concerned.
[He's so used to that time long ago, when it didn't matter what was between them. Hatred, pain, distrust, guilt. Still there was sex. There has always been a strong connection between them, even young. And now Loki is young again, but he is Loki still. And there is obviously love between them, and a trust that had never been. They should be closer than ever now. Is Thor assuming what he should not?]
Why? What bothers you? [And though he tries to calm himself and pull away, still Thor finds himself bringing a hand to Loki's face, tracing Loki's cheek fondly with his thumb. For all he thinks it, he can't seem not to touch. But in truth, he's not trying terribly hard. He does love his brother, wants always to be this close to him.]
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.. though that leaves him in the sticky situation of explaining himself. maybe it would have been better if thor had simply thrown caution to the wind. as it stands, loki's eyes are wide and large when he lifts them to thor's face, far more innocent than they have any right to be. loki does not want to hesitate, does not want to overthink this but he cannot help it, it seems. it is in his nature to dissect all things. ]
I am not bothered, Thor. I only -
[ err, how to explain this? loki's brows furrow, his eyes drop again and he turns his face into his brother's palm. he is grateful for this closeness, for this thing that seems like trust, more grateful than he could ever put into words - so then why does he hang back? why does he hesitate? ]
- what is this thing? What are we, Thor?
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We are brothers. [Thor answers Loki's inquiry simply, as it seems a simple thing to him - the years, the centuries of brotherhood, and enmity, and conflict. They are rivals, and lovers, and brothers in arms. They are Thor and Loki.]
[And though Loki now does not remember the details, he knows of his past self's history, must know from stories how they fought, and fought together in days long past. More importantly, they love now. Is that not enough reason to pursue these emboldened feelings?]
We are what we have always been, will always be. What is there to question?
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but his brother is not wrong. somewhere in the pit of his stomach thor's words sink, catching hold and taking root. he is right, of course. the simplest answer is often the correct one. they are what they are, they are thor and loki, closer than any other beings, bound forever by the strings of the norns.
at last he finally relaxes, the weak hint of a wry smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. ]
Nothing at all.
[ loki is still uncertain. he is still hesitant, but he will move forward, must move forward, must explore this new thing that is opening up before him - and who better to lead him in this adventure than his brother? he who loki loves above all else? and so before thor can think to counter him loki tips his chin up, he leans in and presses their mouths together in a kiss that is warm and sealing, while terror grips him hard in the belly. what is he even doing? this is going to be a disaster - ]
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[Loki's lips are warm and soft as he'd expected, smooth and unbroken. He's still so young, again. Made new. Thor's hand holds his neck, thumb sliding from his cheek to his ear as he holds his head where he likes it, tilts his own and opens his mouth to encourage Loki to more, using parted lips and tongue to deepen their kiss.]
[His other hand falls to Loki's thigh and grips it, moving just enough beneath him to slide them together, to feel the shift of Loki's weight against his lap.]
[Loki may be unsure still, but Thor has confidence enough for him. He will show his love by his actions, until there is no room for doubt left in Loki's mind, or thought at all.]
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it is not loki's first kiss, but hel if it isn't the most intense. with leah, everything had been new, explorative - there had been fumbling and awkwardness and fun but this is none of those things. thor is far older, far more experienced, and from the very beginning his kiss takes loki's breath away. all at once the tension leaves his body, he slumps and shudders and yields sweetly, easily, without hesitation. thor guides him and coaxes him and loki has no choice but to submit because there is no refusing him, no refusing this.
and so his soft lips part easily beneath his brother's, his mouth opens obediently to the probing of thor's tongue and by the nine what a feeling it is. hot and slick and terribly wicked, and before loki can stop himself he whines into it, his face flushed hot as fire, his body supple and moving easily beneath thor's guiding hands. loki's thighs slip easily against thor's narrow hips until their bodies fit together and oh no, oh hel this is .. it's .. ]
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[And Thor wonders through the searching kisses, as he pulls Loki down with a hand on his thigh and rolls his own hips up-- what of this is new. Loki is young, and sheltered in some ways, but he has done things since his reincarnation that Thor would not have dreamed had he not been told of them. What does he know? What does he remember? What does he expect? Thor finds himself anxious to discover the answers to all, whatever they are. He has always known his brother, but he is different now. And there is still more to learn.]
[He kisses only for now, and enjoys the kissing, the way his brother yields to his pressing tongue. As he does, his drags his hands over Loki's body, pressing fingers against the fabric of his tunic to feel the shape of his chest, his ribs, his waist, and hips beneath. There is too much clothing between them, and armor as well that separates them, that dampens the feel. But for now, he satisfies himself with this.]
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and his brother is kissing him breathless, he is demanding with his tongue, with his hands, ever the fierce warrior he takes what he wants and leaves his doubts behind, plunging in recklessly, never looking back. it's like being caught in a riptide, it's like drowning, if drowning could feel so sweet. loki's kisses are clumsy at first, halting and hesitant, but the feel of it overcomes him and he releases his worries and responds with instinct alone. he learns quickly, follows the path of thor's tongue and mimics it, he draws up his courage and probes his brother's mouth curiously, tracing his teeth, thrilled by the slippery slide of their tongues against one another.
but when thor pulls their hips together, when he rolls his own up while pulling loki's down -- ] Ahh-- [ the friction makes his blood run hot, makes his pulse jump and race as this lightning strike of heat lances down his spine, pools in his loins and sets his thighs to tightening around thor's hips. his body moves of its own accord, grinding down against his brother's while the groan twists high in his throat, muffled by thor's mouth, vibrating against his brother's lips.
he must look a fool, to be so quickly and easily riled by such simple things as kisses and touches, by the easy, fluid grind of two bodies; how embarrassing it is, but thor, he thinks, will not judge him for it. or so he hopes. ]
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[He learns quickly in this, as Loki always does; he is never clumsy, but unsure at first, until he learns and imitates and discovers, and then he is kissing enough to take Thor's breath, and returning the pull of his hands with the eager roll of his hips. Thor hums against his mouth and brings both hands to those slim thighs, feeling them through the thin fabric of his leggings as he grips and pulls Loki's spread thighs against his hips, and grinds up against him in a distractingly sweet imitation of the lewd act occupying Thor's mind.]
[They're deep kisses, warm and deep, but Thor pulls back an inch and ends them to breathe, to taste again the skin of Loki's neck as his hands slide over Loki's thigh and to his ass, gripping and pulling him beneath the tunic, until each movement of their hips is small, direct, faster. And he hums his satisfaction at the feeling against Loki's neck, bites and sucks a spot just hard enough to bruise him there.]
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brother, he breathes, the word like a prayer, an entreaty, and no longer is loki able to think, to control his breath or his voice or his body. he wonders, vaguely, if these sweet, overblown sensations are the work of the chip alone, if the reality of all of this is diluted and corrupted by its presence - would loki still feel the same without it? would he pine for his brother so terribly?
yes, he thinks, he probably would. he cannot know for sure, but loki is confident that thor's touch would thrill him always, that his closeness, his kiss, would ever set loki's heart to beating madly in his breast. outside influence or no, thor will always be thor and loki will always love him, will always cherish his affections and crave his approval, his trust and his love. and surely he receives it now, with his brother pulling so insistently at his hips, sucking bruises into his skin which he can already feel aching and throbbing and its a good thing that loki wears this cowl, for thor is no doubt leaving him a brutal gift that shall last for days.
each successive upward roll of thor's hips drives that spike of hot, keening pleasure into his belly and loki for once is glad of how forgiving leggings can be, plate and mail would be much more uncomfortable, though it makes his want abundantly clear. loki is hard, he is hot, and he ruts his hips to thor's without thought, his hands scrambling down his brother's back and gripping, grasping, hooking in his cape for support as he nuzzles to his brother's ear, his jaw, breathing in the familiar scent of his hair and skin. ]
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[It must be somewhat painful for him, as it's somewhat painful (constricting, mostly) to Thor. But holding Loki this way, so much more intimately than ever before, is too much of a thrill to think to halt, even for comfort's sake. There will be time for comforts later, and other pleasures. Thor can't think to end it when he is so glad for Loki's slight weight rolling against him, the feel of him under hand, the sound of his voice breathing brother, and the taste under tongue.]
[So, Thor does nothing but encourage him, with hands that spread his ass through his leggings as he rolls again and again into Thor's lap, with teeth at his neck and collar, as low as he can reach with the fabric that he still wears. There may be no fruition of things this way, but Thor will enjoy the feel regardless until he finds control enough to stop it, and take Loki properly to bed.]
[His conscience should be speaking to him, urging him to slow, to gentle himself, to have care. But there is nothing but raw lust, like fiery electricity through his veins. Coupled with the love he has for his brother, it feels a dangerous thing. There will be no quarter given for him, unless Loki demands it. And he shows no sign of such a thing with the way he arches and gasps. Not yet, anyway.]
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and thor is worse still. encased in unyielding mail and plate, his brother is all but inaccessible - the skin of his hands, his face and his neck are all that is available to loki to pillage, and it is not nearly enough. there is a hunger building in him that loki cannot hope to control, a yearning urge for more, more, more; it's entirely new, entirely different. loki cannot remember ever wanting so much, or experiencing a feeling like this. of course he has known pleasure before (he's a young boy, you know, and a curious young boy at that), and it has been good, but this is an entirely new level of pleasure, this is obscene, this is ravenous thirst. it's not right, it's that damnable thing in his head whispering secrets, inflaming his thoughts, heating his body but oh loki cannot hate it, not now, not while he is so terribly, incredibly aroused.
but what to do? loki wants more, he must have more, he must have thor's hands upon him, all over him, he must have skin on skin, more of this sweet friction. a keening whine twists in the back of his throat and it is a desperate, injured, frustrated sound, and at last loki's hands unfurl from thor's cape to move over his shoulders and down his chest, tracing the hard surface of his mailed front, searching for clasps, ties, anything - but thor's attire remains infuriatingly puzzling.
-- oh, a belt, yes, loki will start with that. his slim fingers work quickly, tugging and pressing until at last it opens, and he can pull it away. ]
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[But Thor is rarely patient. Only when he need be, and now, like this, there is a starkly different sort of need in him. One that doesn't involve patience.]
[He catches both of Loki's wrists in one hand and stands, pulling Loki over his shoulder by his wrists as he does, and he carries him this way. He smiles as he does like a cat with his caught mouse, and with a hand held across Loki's thighs to keep him on his shoulder, he walks the short distance it takes to find Loki's bed, and drop him into it.]
[Then he sets about undressing himself of armor, intentions bluntly clear as he stands watching Loki with predatory blue eyes, and removes armor piece by piece with ease born of practice.]
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loki is nervous. most assuredly he has never done this before, and this is thor, his most admirable brother, and while he knows that he would never be judged for his inexperience, or be looked upon with a gaze anything less than fond, loki's fears are not assuaged. as always he wants to impress, to gain favor in any way he can, to look cool as it were, in his big brother's eyes.
and surely he is not looking very cool at all, sprawled on this bed, flushed and wide-eyed, staring vacantly at thor as he undresses himself - but it is difficult to look away, difficult to not be distracted by his brother's skin, his powerful physique revealed, his intentions entirely, painfully clear. the inevitably of the act is finally dawning on him. this is going to happen, it is going to happen, and it's incredibly and terrifying and loki feels like he may laugh and lose his lunch simultaneously.
but no, oh no, loki does not balk, loki does not back down. this will not do.
swallowing dryly, loki wrestles control and, not to be so easily outdone, forces himself to move. thor is near half undressed by now, his thick cape and tunic discarded, and the mail shirt beneath it not far off - and though his hands tremble loki moves closer, climbing over the bed and rising to his knees. with his lower lip caught between his teeth he slides his hands along thor's arms, over the strong muscles there, over his collar and up the sides of his bare throat. ]
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[This is new to his young brother, and his nerves are obvious in his expression, the hesitance of his hands. Understandable, for how unexpected this is, how different an unplanned. His nerves are to be expected. But the worries he must have are groundless. Thor has only love for Loki as he is, his well-meaning little brother, clever and mischievous, but good-hearted. This may not be what's best for either of them, but it's what they both want, what Thor has wanted for centuries since their brotherhood began, what Loki wanted once and lost, and now by some strange blessing wants again.]
[Thor feels selfish, seizing for himself this chance so readily, carelessly, with no regard for what is right. But he is warmed by Loki's willingness despite inexperience, by the whispering voices and images of this place, by circumstance, by dormant feelings and new ones made by the all too recent trials they've faced together, and overcome. Loki is brother, and more, and could be more still. Thor cannot resist taking all of him he can.]
[Loki's dressed still, but his clothes are thin and easy enough to be rid of. And so Thor pays them no mind for now, but leans into the kiss, using his weight to press Loki back to sitting on the bed, and he climbs over him, settles between his legs, feeling Loki's thighs slide against his as he forces them spread, leggings thin and so much more intimate than the armor he's discarded. It feels good, to kiss and feel Loki pressed so close against him as he does. His hands search out Loki's arms, to pull the gloves from them and bare his slender hands, encourage him to touch.]
[His own hands seek out Loki's belt to open, then press again over his thighs, skirting his obvious hardness in favor of his bare stomach, felt beneath loosened tunic and shirts.]
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thor is all but undressed now, save for his long underleggings which, in the grand scheme of things, are hardly anything at all. loki can feel him through them, when thor presses close, when thor eases him back on the bed and bears over him and what a thrill it is, how deeply, incredibly intimate.
and they're kissing again, which, loki is understanding, is absolutely fine. he's quickly beginning to realize that he could never really grow tired of this, that he could kiss his brother all day and never, ever, ever want to stop. it feels so familiar somehow, so warm and deep and good - loki loves the taste of him, the slide of their tongues, how incredibly connected to his brother he feels when their mouths lock together like this. and loki is quickly learning the ropes, drawing on what experience he has to enhance this, detailing the way thor moves his head and his mouth. it's like a dance, and though loki is unfamiliar with the steps he is a notoriously quick study; very soon they establish a movement, a rhythm, so to speak. loki learns how to turn his head to seal their mouths together, he learns when to probe and when to withdraw, he learns how to be supple and yielding beneath his brother's more domineering kiss.
never. he could never tire of it.
but thor is seeking more, it seems, and loki must struggle to catch up. his thighs twitch and tense beneath his brother's fleeting touch, and he whines again against his mouth when thor's hands slide effortlessly beneath his tunic, hot and searching, hungry for skin. loki's ribs tighten in a sudden inhale and he arches thoughtlessly, involuntarily, pressing into thor's hands while his own, now blessedly degloved, slide to roam over his brother's back again. and it is naked now, hot and smooth and hard beneath loki's soft, cool palms, a delightful thing to touch. ]
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[Loki still, in how quickly he learns to kiss. His clever brothers, skilled with his tongue even in youth. And Thor is distracted by his kisses, breathes warm against his mouth, and his shoulders and back flex under Loki's hands as he wraps his arms around Loki's and presses against him flush, forcing him again with weight further back, until Thor can feel all of Loki's slim body pressed beneath him, and Loki's back is forced to the thin cover of his too-small bed.]
[Distracted by kissing, yes, and then more so by the feel of Loki beneath him, the warmth of Loki's naked waist against his bare arms, the slide of his thighs over Thor's hips, the friction of their clothed erections pressed. Ariel or Asgard, bed or floor or all else: Thor feels and knows of nothing but the shape of Loki's body, the sound of his breaths, the warmth and wetness of his mouth and tongue. All else but greedy lust is lost.]
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he feels hot, suffocated, both by thor's weight and the restriction of his clothing - one of which he is unwilling to part with. and so the tunic must go. loki wriggles, breaks from the kiss to writhe beneath thor's bulk, tugging his arms into his tunic and snaking out of it, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside like so much shed skin. and after that he is taking thor's wrists, guiding his hands, urging him to take hold of the clingy black shirt that loki wears, coaxing him to peel it up, over, away.
and at last, he can breathe. loki's arms close around thor's shoulders anew, his slim body arching up, up, until they are pressed flush, until loki can feel the incredible slide of skin on skin, the smooth catch of two bodies in motion but it is not enough, still not enough. loki's hands move quick as silver, over thor's shoulders and along his chest, down his broad ribs, sliding over his abdomen. he would like to take the time to go slowly, he thinks, to memorize his brother's powerful body with his hands and his mouth, to spend long hours simply touching him, learning him.
but not tonight. not now. loki's hands dive low, and before he can think to hesitate, they plunge into the front of his brother's taut leggings. ]
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[It's a brief moment he's left off guard from his forcefulness, distracted as he is by the pleasure ripping through him like lightning through his veins, electric and warming, and bright. A moment, and then he is growling and baring teeth against Loki's neck, thrusting his hard cock into the circle of Loki's hands.]
[His own thick fingers drag down, to catch in Loki's leggings and pull them low on his hips, to his knees. Low enough and away, Thor presses still close, his mouth open against Loki's neck, as he palms Loki's cock in one large hand.]
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by the nine he's big. thick and long and searing hot against his hands, loki closes deft fingers around him, feeling the smooth, silky skin beneath them, the twitching, steady pulse. it's intoxicating, to feel thor's visceral pleasure, to bear witness as his breath leaves him, as his lips pull back and his hips thrust forward into loki's palms, and the circle made by his small hands. he focuses on the feel of it, on moving his hands curiously but fluidly around his brother's erection, tracing it and learning it.
-- but then thor is interrupting all of these nice things by touching him. at first he is only pulling loki's leggings away, which he allows without question because there are far more important matters at hand ( ... ), and then thor's mouth is at his throat again which loki enjoys entirely. but then - then - ]
Ah -
[ loki's skinny legs twitch, his hips jerk up and his breath quickens. a flood of heat in his loins sets his nerves to sparking, and loki wonders how he will continue on more than - oh hel, he won't last another moment. it is all of it too much. the build up, the deep kisses, thor's roaming hands and the heat of his body, the weight of his thick cock in loki's hands, and now the direct stimulation.. impossible. loki bites his lip hard in a lame attempt to drive it back but there is no suppressing it; one upward thrust, a second, a third, and loki is coming against his brother's palm, against his own pale belly, curling his toes into the sheets, gasping and whimpering and crying out.
how terribly unfair. how humiliating. if loki didn't feel so good he would be horrified. ]
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[No matter. He is warmed by pleasure still, and what plans he's made are still planned, only delayed. It's a lovely picture Loki makes, hair a mess, gasping (his cry of pleasure still echoing in Thor's mind), splayed and boneless, dirtied by his release.]
[Beautifully pleasured by Thor's hand, and he feels a sort of pride for it. Breath rushed still, he kisses his brother's neck more gently, eases his grip of his brother's cock until the strokes are slow and milking, and still he rolls his hips slow against Loki's slackened hands.]
[Slow, to give Loki time to recover, but only a bit. Thor gives him little more than a minute of such peace before he turns his kisses hotly opened-mouth again, drags his mouth lower to Loki's collar, and lower, to one nipple as his wet hand gropes likewise lower between Loki's legs, strong fingers seeking out his entrance, and wetting him there, slicking him with cum: all pressure and no penetration. Yet.]
[Thor leans away and still towers over Loki, kisses his sweat-curled hair with fondness before presses their foreheads together.]
Breathe. [He says, though there are surely much more meaningful things he could be saying as he presses a first thick finger inside.]
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loki's body is flooded with warmth, soothing and tingly and enveloping like a blanket around him. he feels heavy, he feels sleepy and slack as a housecat in the sun, and the slowed but continued movement of thor's hand makes him feel like syrup. his brother's kisses at his neck are welcome and wonderful, and loki hums and closes his eyes against the light, turns his face to nuzzle at his ear, for once entirely without words.
and thor continues to grope him, continues to kiss him, and his hands are heavy and his mouth is hot and all at once loki comes back to reality, remembers that his poor brother has yet to finish. loki will get to it, he will absolutely, totally get to it, just.. in a minute. very soon. after his body starts feeling like a body again, instead of a useless lump of lead.
but thor, it seems, has other plans. entirely distracted by the afterglow of his orgasm, loki seemed to completely miss the movement of his brother's hand - or not miss it, rather, only disregard it, pay only half attention, fail to think about what it is that thor is doing. but he squirms nonetheless, his thighs slack and falling more easily open to him without thought, and thor says to -- ]
Oh -- Thor!
[ he breathes all right, a quick snap of air into his lungs, entirely unprepared for this.. unexpected turn of events. thor's fingers are thick, slick with loki's come, and his brother is not terribly deft but he is gentle. still, loki is taken by surprise, but it is perhaps a good thing, and a good thing that loki has already spent himself, as he is lazy and his body is slack, receptive. loki's hands fall away from thor's cock briefly to search for purchase, something to grab onto, they grip at thor's hips and ribs and shoulders. ]
A fairer warning might've been.. might've been in order ..
[ but loki's body arches anyway, tentatively, but willing still. ]
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Breathe deeply, and slow. [He corrects this time, then adds an after-thought with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips against Loki's neck.] That is your warning. [As he pulls his first finger out this time, he presses the middle one beside, and slides both in together again, slow and deep, slow still, and deeper, and curling.]
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but he does not. thor knows what he is doing, and loki must follow along if he is to learn, to experience new things. and so he does as thor requests, he breathes slowly, deeply, filling his lungs with warm, stuffy air and holding it as thor presses not one, but two fingers into him now, knuckle deep and pressing deeper.
it would be a lie to say it doesn't hurt. thor's fingers are thick, large-knuckled, and they are slippery and slow but loki remains purely virginal, unbreached, and it is a slow training. it burns and stretches but there is something .. exhilarating about it, as well, something delightfully forbidden. loki's knees lift higher, his toes curling as he endures, as he breathes, and does what he can to relax. but then thor's fingers curl upward and brush - brush something and - and - oh that, that is unlike anything loki has ever before felt. a spike of sudden, unexpected pleasure drives itself into his belly and loki gasps, arches. ]
Th- Thor, what .. hnn-
[ okay he's going to need to google this. ]
http://i47.tinypic.com/dpfe3b.png google, eh?
QUESTIONABLE. but more or less on the mark.
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fatty boombalatty
all 640 lbs of godman for your pleasure bby
and 4'4 of pale pasty skinny boy for your.. pleasure ...... ?
hot.
totally.
i need to icon fanart porn already but... canon icons.
and yet there's so much canon gay to icon.
yes, but i can only use each one so many times
HAAAAY-AAAYY-AAAY- AY AY
no. no. i h8 u.
I SAY HAY. WHAT'S GOIN AWN.
out. just get right out.
:D but im so cute.
no memes during the climax of sex logs. no.
but i cant help my whimsy.
the face i am making at your rn.
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