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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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QUESTIONABLE. but more or less on the mark.
it is a push and a pull, a give and a take; thor stretches him brutally, and loki hisses, winces, grimaces, but then his brother once again glides against that spot and loki is rewarded for his endurance with more sweet, sweet sensation. pain and pleasure coil around each other so tightly as to be indistinguishable, and loki is awash with these feelings, unsure of whether to feel grateful or angry.
both are fair enough, at this point, though with practice, as he relaxes further, the pain is beginning to ebb into discomfort. it hits sharply sometimes, when thor thrusts too roughly into him, but the apology comes quickly with the curl of his fingers and loki soon sighs again, shivers, and becomes compliant. who knew that such pleasure could be found this way - already he is warming again, flushed and panting, rising into thor's touch without question, without complaint. he is beginning to relax, beginning to relent, parting his white thighs further, and closing his small fists in thor's hair, against his shoulders, gripping and grasping and holding tight to him, unrelenting, his face turning into thor's throat. ]
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[He presses in hard and deep with his fingers, and matches the pace with his hips, his painfully neglected cock sliding against Loki's spread thigh. Not much longer, he reassures himself with thinking, and he will be ready enough. But he cannot rush; for all the lust, all the heat and near-insatiable wanting he feels, he would never do Loki harm.]
[But, ah, the wanting. Loki had told him to do as he liked, and yet--]
[Thor leans back, but pulls Loki with him by an arm around his waist, until he's pressed to his lap again. For a moment, Thor's distracted by the feel, the weight of Loki's spread thighs, the slide of their cocks together as their stomachs press, and the shifting tightness around his fingers. But then remembers his purpose again, presses his mouth to Loki's hair as he uses both hands to spread him wide in his lap.] Will you let me take you? Tell me, or else we might find some other way.
[There are other ways, as much as Thor's mind is arguing against him, and they will be found if that's what Loki wants. His brother is most precious to him, and if the act would ruin him somehow, Thor would never suffer it.]
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it's a silly feeling, a petty one and loki knows it, so he presses it to the back of his mind and thinks instead of other things - things like the press of thor's cock to his thigh, hot and insistent, he thinks on the idea that it is loki who gives him this, who warms his blood to boiling with want and need. his brother loves him, of that much he is assured, and will always be assured.
and it is while he is thinking of these things that thor moves him, rising and pulling back until loki is spread over his lap, naked and pressed close. it takes him a moment to clear the clouds from his mind, to understand what it is that thor is asking of him; instantly his face flushes brightly, his shining eyes widen - but only briefly. loki quickly stamps this schoolboy nonsense, he may be young but he knows what he wants, knows that he is not afraid to grasp it. he bites his lower lip but smiles around it, coy and conspiratorial. ]
.. Yes, brother. [ he says, touching their foreheads together and winding his slim arms about thor's shoulders, speaking slowly, quietly, his words but whispers against thor's mouth. ] I want you to take me. [ so badly, so badly, with an intensity that he could never have imagined. still, his eyes dart to the bedside table, where he knows more lubricant is stowed (he's explored his little home quite thoroughly, of course). thor has done a fine job, making crafty use of loki's come, but thor is big and loki is new and well, better safe than sorry. he has seen these things upon the world of wide webbing, the chronicles of rutting that the mortals seemed to so enjoy posting and displaying - proper lubrication is important. ]
But first .. ah, hm. In the drawer, if you please.
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[It's the sort of stuff of Midgard, the artificial kind, and not what Thor prefers. But it will serve, and he leaves off eying it to press his face to Loki's neck again, kisses him there as he wets his fingers with the cool, strange-smelling stuff, and wastes no time in pressing one, then another inside.]
[The stuff may not be what Thor prefers, but how it slips and coats more readily than oil-- such results cannot be argued with. He hums against Loki's neck at the feel, and presses the uncapped bottle into the closer of Loki's hands.] Here.
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- oh, yes, loki should be doing things, shouldn't he? he should be helping, but it's a little difficult to think properly while thor is fucking him with his fingers, to be fair. loki swallows dryly, gathers himself and closes his hands around the plastic bottle offered, lifts his chin and sighs. it still feels so good, better now, with the aid of the lubricant that makes even thor's fingers, thick and ungainly, slide smoothly within him.
at last loki finally finds the wherewithal to overturn the bottle in his hands, to squeeze a generous amount into his palms before tossing it carelessly away. far too needy now to feel any proper amount of shame, loki drops his hands to smooth them over thor's straining cock again, coating him thoroughly with the liquid warmed by his small hands; he feels a little guilty, leaving his brother so painfully untouched for so long (but it was his own fault, really, for molesting loki so thoroughly), and he hopes that this, at least, will offer him some modicum of relief.
but even if not, loki is more than ready. or so he thinks. he is nervous, still, beneath all of this ardent yearning, beneath the whispers in his mind that encourage him. his hands tremble anew as they pull and squeeze, as he turns his face to breathe against thor's rough jaw, to whisper in his ear. ]
Go on, Thor .. [ he breathes, his thighs tensing against thor's hips. ] I am .. I am ready.
[ most assuredly. probably. ]
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[They're shaking, he realizes, and stills them both with his single large hand, dips his head and pulls Loki's hands by a thumb against his palms until they're looped over his neck, that he might find purchase there, and leave the rest to Thor's workings.]
[Loki must worry, then despite his words, and Thor worries for him. But Loki encourages him to action still, and Thor finds confidence in this enough for both of them. They are both wanting, they share lust and love. Nervousness is to be expected with newness, and change. But change has served them both well enough before.]
[Thor pulls his own hands away, drags them over Loki's ass and lifts him, until he is fully pressed to Thor's stomach and chest, until Thor's lubed cock slides teasingly between his cheeks. With his hands and cockhead, he rubs Loki there, while he leans forward to press his forehead to Loki's, and catch his eyes, his own a darker blue from wanting, from this drawn-out wait, from anticipation and need.]
Breathe slow. [He reminds, stroking himself slowly, teasingly, in one hand, the other rested at Loki's hip.] Be at ease. Know I love you, and speak if you would have me wait. [He smiles again, lips close enough to Loki's lips to feel his breath.] That is, again, your warning.
[With no further words, he thumbs his cock, and presses the wide tip of it in slow, with steady pressure, until the lubricant eases the way enough that the swollen head and the first inches pops suddenly inside, squeezed tight still despite all foreplay.]
[And ah the feel of it--]
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when thor's eyes find his own, loki stares back unflinchingly, and beneath the blind wanting in his eyes there is love, there is trust but then, loki has always trusted thor. his brother's words warm him, they make his chest constrict and loki cannot help the small hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. he does as instructed, takes in a deep, slow breath and though his nerves jump at the feel of thor's cock sliding against the cleft of his body loki tries to relax, tries to loosen his body.
tries, and fails. or at the very least, whatever progress he was making is immediately lost when thor's cock presses into him, large and thick and straining. he pops in suddenly, deeply (more deeply than expected at least), and loki cries out despite himself, a sound he muffles immediately against thor's broad shoulder. the lubricant helps to ease it all but still loki feels .. invaded, still he feels as if his brother means to split him asunder with his girth. what was loki thinking, believing that he could handle this? thor has two feet on him in height, several hundred pounds in weight, he is massive and powerful and loki is small and skinny and oh hel what was he thinking --
-- but no, no, he has come too far to back down now. he can do this, they can do this. his body learned to accommodate thor's thick fingers, it shall learn to accommodate this as well.
breathe, yes, he must remember to breathe. with his arms wound tight around thor's shoulders, his hands splayed and grasping, loki breathes, slow and steady and shuddering. he breathes, and he trusts, and he drives away his fears. he settles, he relaxes. and soon enough, with a low sound twisting in his throat, loki begins to press down, to ease forward; surely this is all too slow for his most impatient brother, and loki wishes he could give him what he wants, wishes he had the experience to throw caution to the wind but he must go slow, lest he be too easily overwhelmed. ]
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[And in the mean time, it's a test of restraint and patience for Thor, as his cock is squeezed, engulfed in tight, slipping heat. And Loki grasps at him with desperate hands, breathes ragged and shuddering, against his shoulder, legs spread and body bent like a tree against a storm.]
[Thor presses his face to Loki's at his shoulder, nuzzles and nudges him until he's able to catch his lips, and kiss him deep and hungry, as Loki begins to move slowly, haltingly down against him. And Thor groans into his mouth as he does, tongue pressing into him, distracting, taking Loki's mouth rough and deep as he'd like to in other ways. His hands drag wide over Loki's back, his thighs, until he palms Loki's cock again, slow and squeezing, thumb pressed into the wetness of the tip.]
[Thor keeps still where it counts, for all his impatience elsewhere: his thighs and sheathed cock all twitching with painful restraint as he lets his small brother take as little, as slow as he like.]
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well, later does not matter. now is what matters. now, this moment, the stretching feel of thor's cock breaching him, the burn of it, the indescribable sinking feeling that is both painful and pleasurable and altogether puzzling - it's like nothing loki has ever felt before.
but still he sinks down nonetheless, hissing and grimacing and gasping as he takes thor deeper, deeper, deeper still. his brother distracts him well with his kisses, good, deep kisses that loki hums into and sighs against, and thor's touch is a welcome diversion as well, his warm, broad hands, his thick fingers that move with a strange, elegant ease all their own. thor is like a jungle cat, or a great, powerful lion, tawny and broad and strong and yet fluid somehow still despite his size, noble despite his roughness. at the press of thor's palm to his cock loki groans, cants his hips forward, still sliding ever lower until at long last he is finally seated in his brother's lap, thor's cock sheathed fully.
and oh loki feels fit to burst. his knuckles are white in thor's thick hair, his breath comes quickly against his brother's mouth, and he does not move. breathe, thor had said. breathe. loki inhales, slowly, deeply, filling his lungs and holding it while his body adjusts around thor's girth. he breathes, and he relaxes, loosens and soothes the tension from his body as best he can, though he still clings tightly to his brother. still, soon enough he is confident enough to move, to rock his hips gently, experimentally into thor's lap, their foreheads pressed tightly together. ]
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[And when Loki is settled enough, and moves-- Thor groans with wanting at the feel, a deep growl in his throat, and bites gently at Loki's lip. Yes, more, more of that. His hands slide to Loki's hips to guide and encourage him to move like that, move more. Even the smallest movement of his hips sends shivers through him now, pressed deep and squeezing as he is.]
[And already he imagines taking more, pushing Loki back, flipping him, and drilling into his as he likes. But there will be time enough for such things. Loki is virginal and new still, and to be treasured and cared for. The roughness Thor likes-- There will be time enough for it, if not now, then some other time.]
fatty boombalatty
nevertheless, thor is pleased. and the encouraging pull of his hands, the low growls in his throat - sounds that loki has never before heard - drive him to eagerness. loki loves to learn new things, and better still, he loves to excel at them, to please and impress, and who better to please and impress than thor, who loki is always, consistently doing all he can to prove himself to?
again, loki shifts his hips. small, short movements, a shallow grind, hardly deeper than the last, but movement still. it's as a hot spike driving into him, still uncomfortable, still sharp, but stirring something within him, pressing, he thinks, to that still-mysterious spot within him, though not pressing hard enough yet to override the pain with pleasure.
it is coming, though. with every slippery slide of his hips the discomfort lessens, his body adapts, and loki begins, tentatively, to enjoy the feel of it. surely his heightened libido contributes - and also, surely, that it is thor whose hands are upon him - but nevertheless, he is accommodating. loki murmurs something incoherent against his brother's mouth, pulls his hands forward to cage thor's face with them, his thumbs gliding over the sharp, broad ridges of his cheekbones as he parts his lips and encourages thor to plunge deeper, deeper with tongue and cock alike, with another, easier roll of his hips, this one less shallow even than the last. ]
all 640 lbs of godman for your pleasure bby
[Thor answers greedily, claiming Loki's mouth again, kissing deep with pressing tongue, pulling his hips with wide, hard hands, and shifting his hips as he does-- rolling slowly upward to meet Loki's shallow downward thrusts. To take him, finally, if gently still.]
[Well. Gently for Thor, for Asgardians, which is ungentle, still, but with care. His hands press up Loki's sides, to thumb his nipples, and press into the curve of his back, before dragging them down again, to squeeze and spread Loki's ass, and encourage his motion to greater speed and depth.]
and 4'4 of pale pasty skinny boy for your.. pleasure ...... ?
but he won't. he wouldn't. thor is hard and stony and rough but he is not cruel. he is kind, and beneath all of that strength beats a heart that is large and warm and full of love, a love misplaced, perhaps, but it is in loki's hands nonetheless, cupped in his palms, warm and vibrant and undying. soon enough, loki will repay him for this. soon enough.
but for now, slowness. relative slowness, at least. thor continues to guide him, continues to pull at him, and when his brother's hips jerk upward loki gasps at the feel of it, a sound now more pleasured than pained. they are establishing a pace, a rhythm, shallow but quickening. loki grows braver, more reckless, his hips rising further and further still and thor's cock, still thick and long and much too big, slides easily within him, well facilitated by this artificial and yet so wonderfully proficient lubrication.
brother, he whispers into the kiss, his words rushing breaths. thor, oh thor - all of loki's mind is consumed by him, the twitch of his cock within loki's body, the rough feel of his hands that move over loki's body as if to claim ownership, the intimate touch of his mouth, the slide of his tongue; loki is swallowed by these things, driven to boldness, discomfort fleeing in the face of rising pleasure, rising need. his hands slide over thor's collarbone, over his biceps and his chest and to his jaw again, touching what they can find, his body slip-sliding as a thin sweat films him. ]
hot.
Loki. [Thor answers, grip slipping against wet skin, and still pulling hard as Loki grows ever bolder, as the rhythm of their hips and bodies builds. He kisses him, open-mouthed, hard and plundering still, between gasped and rushing words.] More words. [He asks in a voice low with wanting, and presses his face to Loki's jaw again, biting and kissing, and leaving marks high on his neck, laving his neck to better free the mouth he loves, to speak and moan if he likes.]
[And Thor's hands grip and pull, and he rolls his hips up, pressing deep and rocking fast enough to shift the unsteady little bed with each rough thrust, turned rougher as Thor's pleasure builds, and lust begins slowly more to blunt his actions.]
totally.
now that a rhythm has been established, now that loki has opened himself up to the feeling and grown accustomed to thor's size and moderate roughness, his pleasure is rising in waves. thor's mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of his throat, kissing and sucking bruises to the surface, growling lewd requests as thor's teeth rake his straining tendons. words, thor asks for, and it is words that are loki's forte. ]
Brother, brother -- [ he gasps out, tilting his head to further expose throat and collar, his hands in thor's hair to encourage him and guide him as loki grinds down still into his lap, onto his cock. ] You have ruined me, Thor, ruined me for any other; take me, oh please, take me, don't stop, never stop, I need you --
[ loki surprises himself with his own boldness, with words the like of which he has never before spoken, never needed to speak, but now that he has begun he finds it exciting. they pour forth from him unbidden, lewd enough to bring a renewed flush to his face. ]
Yes, yes - is this good for you, my brother? [ a gasp, ah - ] Does it feel good to take me, to use me, to fuck me? To make me your own? Tell me -
i need to icon fanart porn already but... canon icons.
[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.]
and yet there's so much canon gay to icon.
and then thor is shifting, leaning, drawing loki's supple body along with him and he can only comply, lying prone against his brother's chest with his face tucked against his collar. despite the obvious difference in size they seem to fit together somehow, and loki nestles comfortably against his body as if he were made to settle here. at last thor seems to have thrown caution to the wind and his upward thrusts are jarring and deep but good, almost overwhelming, and loki cries out against him but this time it is in pleasure, in yearning. the fit of thor's cock within him is almost impossibly tight, all consuming, filling him in a way that loki had never conceived possible, a way that he had never thought to explore.
there are upsides to this place, it seems. ]
Yours, yes, yours -
[ it is a tease of course, and entirely untrue, for loki can never truly belong to anyone and yet if he were ever to have an owner it would be this man, his broad and mighty brother, the only being in these vast realms that loki can claim to love with the entirety of his being, absolutely, completely, unconditionally. loki's arms wind about him, his hands search for his face, glide along his jaw and his throat, touching, feeling, clinging to thor and riding his sharp upward thrusts, hyperfocused on the slipslide of thor's cock, on the shape of his jaw, the planes of his chest, everything he can reach. loki pants and gulp breaths, he mouths the ridge of thor's collar and grinds against his belly, writhing and thrashing and clutching to him with his thighs, his toes spread over the covers, digging down for purchase. these feelings are rising within him, boiling and bubbling and loki's tongue is weighed by it - he is too lost to string together proper sentences, proper entreaties. yes, thor, yes, brother, brother, brother -- ]
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.]
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. ]
no. no. i h8 u.
[And ah, Thor feels satisfied and peaceful in a way he hasn't in... what might be years. It may be this place, this insidious piece of technology in his skull, telling him in pleasured waves to calm, and rewarding him for doing as they like. But whether it's by the city's design or simply a natural result of good, hard sex, Thor doesn't care, can't bring himself to care, when he feels so soothed, so at peace.]
[They're filthy and over-heated, and the pain where Loki bit him is a dull, faint ache. But it's a good feeling still to be this way, to feel exhausted and accomplished, with Loki's slack weight and warmth still pressed over him. Thor is loathe to move, to end it all yet. His hands stroke slow over Loki's back and through his hair, and he rests, leaving Loki to recover slow, until he feels ready enough to move, and clean, and inevitably talk, as Loki so likes to do.]
I SAY HAY. WHAT'S GOIN AWN.
but at last he turns his head to kiss the lightly bruising welts at thor's collar, and he hums low and contented, kissing, kissing, kissing, peppering them where he can reach while his arms lift to tangle, loose and skinny, around his brother's neck.
and up comes his head, his chin resting against thor's chest, his eyes still glazed and sleepy beneath the thick fan of dark lashes, a curling smile playing over his mouth. his dark hair is a mess of cowlicks that stick to his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, and loki knows that he must look a thoroughly molested mess but he's disinclined to care. ]
.. Well.
out. just get right out.
Mm. [Thor lifts his eyebrows and hums, but doesn't bother with any other sort of response. One hand, he drags heavy and clumsily through Loki's hair, and brushes his thumb across Loki's forehead, over his cheek and across his bottom lip and chin in a lazy gesture of affection.]
[His precious and very young brother, ruined at last. This, like everything, is Loki's fault, Thor thinks.]
[He finds some energy, and sits up a bit with a groan for the strain of his heavy muscles. As he moves, his softening cock slips out in an uncomfortable mess of sticky come across Loki's thighs, pooling in the sheets beneath. There will be laundry to do then, as well, but later.]
[Thor wraps his arms around Loki's waist and flips him, until his back is pressed to the sheets, and Thor kisses Loki again with affection instead of lust, across his neck, his collar, his chest, and his ribs, hands dragging as he does. Now that the overpowering neediness has past, the deed done, he takes the chance to enjoy his brother's company fully, now that he has him to kiss and touch this way. It's been far too long, and Loki then was never so compliant.]
[Or small enough to make compliant, either.]
:D but im so cute.
thor's kisses are sweet and affectionate, there is great love in them, devotion and possession; his brother has certainly made good use of him, taken him and marked him and claimed him and loki cannot pretend not to like it. ]
Brother.. [ he whispers, closing his eyes and arching his body, his hands finding thor's hair and twisting themselves into it. ] You've made a mess of me. I hope you're satisfied.
no memes during the climax of sex logs. no.
[Satisfied in many ways, to have his brother here. Satisfied by his body, by the love of him, by the honesty he's shown. His changed brother, who is all the things he has loved in his brother before and still: clever and stubborn, beautiful and strange. But with kindness instead of malice. With love for Thor where he is so used to hate.]
[Thor trusts his young brother now, which is a thing of Loki he could never before have said. Yes. He's satisfied.]
[He pulls himself then back up, a hand rested in the bedsheets at either of Loki's sides, leans close enough to keep Loki caged by his body, and meet his eyes.] But surely you feel less so. Loki, asker of questions that should not be asked. Loki, the ever-curious.
but i cant help my whimsy.
there's a warmth in his heart like a blossom unfurling. loki smiles. ]
There are no such things as questions that should not be asked!
[ his hands, still in thor's hair, slide to the sides of his face and loki tugs gently, pulling him into a kiss, warm and slow and good, and with the heat gone now loki can truly appreciate the feel of it, the shape of thor's mouth, his taste. this should feel strange, shouldn't it? but it doesn't. it feels so simple, so easy, so natural. when he pulls away again loki keeps him close, breathes a warm sigh against his mouth. ]
But you know me so well. [ he smiles again, impishly. ] I'm sure you can imagine that I have many. You did your best to distract me from them - and most successfully! - but you cannot stop me indefinitely.
[ but it's here that loki falters, and chews his lower lip. how exactly does one .. start a conversation of this nature .. ]
.. but, ah. Well. Thor, I - hm. This is all very awkward, but ah, um. Have we done this before?
[ it's a pain, sometimes, having no memories. ]
the face i am making at your rn.
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