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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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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?
[And when it's found and he gasps and arches, Thor's breath rushes hot against Loki's neck. He wraps his unoccupied arm around Loki's waist to keep him arched that way and press their bodies close, Thor's erection sliding hot against Loki's thigh. He's impatient, burning with lust, and the sound of Loki's breath rushing, the squeeze of him tight around his fingers only urges him not to wait, to press, and rush, and take.]
[His teeth brush Loki's neck, and he works slippery fingers out and in again, less slowly, still deep and now spreading wide, forcing Loki each time to endure more and more of this gentle torture, and his fingers curl at the end each time as he does, to find and tease that spot that thrills him, to drag from him forced pleasure, and ready him for more of what Thor wants.]
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.]
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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
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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