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Extreme Kink Meme!

THE EXTREME KINK MEME

HOW TO PLAY:
- Post with your character/canon in the subject line. Be sure to include preferences in either the subject line or comment, detailing what you are or are not interested in playing.
- Tag other people by hitting up the RNG, rolling to pick a category and then a relevant prompt below.
- There will be absolutely no kink-shaming. Do not tag a player with a kink they've said they don't like. No abuse or harassment (unless it's the sexy IC kind) is tolerated.
- This meme is guaranteed to include triggers, squicks, and adult times. Be conscientious of yourself and of your fellow roleplayers.

DOMINANCE (1)
1. Forced orgasm/orgasm denial - Maybe making your partner beg for it. Maybe making them beg you to stop.
2. Breathplay - When you control even how they breathe.
3. Sensory deprivation - So they perceive nothing but your touch.
4. Dub-con - Whether they like it or not.
5. Non-con - They definitely don’t like it. You don’t care.
6. Somnophilia - While you were sleeping...
7. Fisting - Inside them past the wrist.
8. Mind Control - Congratulations: you have powers of hypnosis, or telepathy. All the better to subdue your partner.
9. Master/slave or master/pet dynamics - You own them, and everything they are.
10. Piercings/tattoos/branding/scarification - Leaving a permanent mark.
11. Humiliation - Someone deserves to be taken down a peg or two.
12. Aftercare - You’ve exhausted them. Time to bathe, cuddle, and put them back together again.

GENDERPLAY (2)
1. Forced feminization/masculinization - Who’s a good little girl?
2. Pegging/Femdom - because guys aren’t the only ones who can bend someone over a desk and fuck ‘em.
3. Breast expansion - Hmm, let’s make a few adjustments here...
4. Pregnancy, fertilization, breeding - You just can’t wait to have a child.
5. Human cattle/livestock - Milking, feeding, mucking ‘em out.
6. Bimbo/slut transformation - They only exist to fuck. Preferably to fuck you.

VIOLENCE (3)
1. Bloodplay - Mmmm. Tastes like pennies.
2. Vore - Who’s hungry?
3. Mutilation - including castration, amputation, evisceration

ANATOMY (4)
1. Watersports - A golden shower.
2. Xenophilia, tentacles - Maybe you’re a little too fond of alien anatomy. Or maybe aliens are a little too fond of you...
3. Inflation - You’ve taken so much that you’re swollen.
4. Sounding - Slide it right down the center of his cock.
5. Medical kink - Oh, doctor, I have a terrible problem...
6. Enemas - To clean you out everywhere.
7. Extreme size difference - possibly even anatomically impossible sex
8. Multiple penetration - As many as you can take.

AGEPLAY (5)
1. Age difference - May-December
2. Extreme age difference - ...February-December?
3. Underage sex - They might not know what they’re doing, but they’ll try.
4. Virginity - Time to deflower one partner or another.

OTHER (6)
1. Fucking machines - When human stamina just isn’t enough
2. Ritualistic sex - a religious sacrifice, a cult demand.
3. Gangbang - They’re all here, and they all want you.
4. Multiple - Pick two of the above.
5. Multiple multiple - pick 3-5 of the above.
6. Challenge - Include 5+ of the above.
7. Wild card - Don’t like any of the options? Come up with your own!

(Shamelessly yanked from

treebizarre)

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Even with Thor's promise to help, coupled with the confident and almost eager look on his strong, wide face, Loki looks even more reluctant than before. Somehow, seeing his brother so ready to help him makes it all the more difficult to face. Perhaps it is the open door to let Loki get his hopes up, just to have the world fall out from beneath his feet once Thor knew the conditions of this ritual, only to withdraw his promise of aid.

No, if Thor had just cut to the chase and politely bowed out of this situation, at least the kill would be quick and pain-free.

"It's...more than what I have ever asked of you before," Loki begins, turning around to fully face Thor, and he ever so slowly begins to wander over to where his brother stands. "This ritual for Freyja requires an act between the both of us. She is the goddess of war, battle, strength...and..."

The remainder of the sentence catches in his throat, and he pauses to swallow against the halted words. He cannot look Thor in the eye, and his gaze deftly wanders back to the ritual circle. He is growing too warm for comfort beneath his clothes, between the candles and the prickling discomfort seeping through his skin.

"To appease the goddess is to perform an act regarding something else she is, er...well symbolised for."

Loki's eyes are nearly wide as he glances back to Thor, chest still as if he were trying to be silent in hiding from a blood-thirsty beast. He lets a spell of silence cast its veil over them for a moment, hoping Thor will get the incredibly vague hint.

"This ritual, ah...requires me to..." Loki's hands unfold from their bony tangle and they seemingly consider a sphere of atmosphere before him before they clench shut in their loss. "Draw forth your...er, energy in a rather...um...erotic fashion."

Loki inhales deeply -- deep enough for it to strain his lungs. For once, the godling of mischief is tired of traipsing around the subject with ribbon-length sentences to whirl around in the air. Be blunt, Loki. "It's a sex ritual, brother."

"Brother, I have never seen you so nervous," Thor muses, a chuckle forced out before his face becomes grave again, worrying (hoping?) that there is danger in this favor for battle prowess. Why else would Loki seem so ill at ease?

But when has Thor turned down an invitation for a fight, seemed to shirk from duty?

And then the truth is slowly being spilled from reluctant lips, the shape of them making a full picture in Thor's mind and he stares for a moment, confused - then disbelieving of his trickster brother. He laughs, leaning back to bark chuckles at the ceiling before walking over to Loki, still pouring forth mirth, and pushing him on his shoulder roughly. "You nearly had me, Loki! But I know you would never request such a thing of anyone."

Loki wishes he were had a solid surface to brace himself against Thor's reaction, as he watches the shades of bemusement colour the god's face. He rather expects disgust and alarm to surge forth and whip at Loki for such absurdities. Where Loki is like Frigga -- subtle and quiet -- Thor is like Odin: a temper and might that could make all of Asgard quake.

But Thor's face softens, spreads, and breaks into amusement. Loki startles at the suddenness and volume of his brother's guffawing. The younger god can do no more than be still, to watch and blink in shock when Thor steps over to him. His stance jolts and shudders as if the contact had been searing hot.

Somehow, Thor's words don't manage to sting as much as the laughter, and Loki is so convinced that it is mocking. He very nearly trembles with rage and he slaps Thor's hand away despite its departure.

"Yes, I suppose I very nearly had," Loki growls like a wounded, defensive dog. He whips around and stalks away, moving to circle around and reach the farthest end of the cavern. "So now that I've played me elaborate prank and we've had all of our laughs, I bid you goodnight. Leave me to collect my things in peace so that I may not waste any more of your time, or mine."

Loki's voice simmers with venom, inflection cutting the words on his tongue like a blade. His face feels hot with horror and embarrassment, and his chest aches just the same. He cannot even bring his eyes to Thor's, to accentuate the malice in his tone, because he may very well fall apart to have to once more see humour and laughter on his brother's face.

Oh, oh, that...was not the appropriate response to Thor's laughter, and it trickles down to a small stream, then eventually stops completely as Loki retreats in a rageful sulk. The air quivers with argument, with the heated silence of a declaration made against one's will, and Thor can do no more than stare in disbelief.

He's not unkind now that he's slowly understanding, but there's simply nothing to be done for his honest surprise. "Loki, you..." Seeing shameful pink flushing his brother's sharp cheeks is strange, foreign. Not right.

Thor knows his brother as an overly-confident and aloof sorcerer, not as a maiden who blushes so easily-- and thinking of Loki as a maiden now would have had Thor follow suit in the expression if he was more prone to it. Perhaps there's more to that cutting tension Thor notes in Loki's body when no one is looking, when he feels slighted in conversation. "...I would wish to help you in any way I could, brother. I spoke truly. But you... There is no other ritual that will suffice your needs?"

Loki's name is carried on Thor's voice, the tone so small that the younger god is brought to a sudden halt and turns to look at him without forethought.

"You really think I have not explored alternatives?" Loki continues on his lap around the ritual circle, around candles melted to the cavern floor. "I did not decide what the ritual would be. The Fates pointed me in this direction, and just as well warned me of what was required. If I'd had options, this would have been on the bottom of that list -- no, it wouldn't have been on the list at all."

Loki is coming around to Thor's side now, meekly but with the look an animal has when it has been wounded, cautious but stubbornly defiant. "This is the only opportunity I have. You are...the one I am closest to, the one that I trust the most. I have no maiden to call mine, besides that any maiden would be ill-suited for this task. As such, you are a perfect companion to share energies with. Strength is just what I am aiming for, and...well, look at you." Loki motions his hands in Thor's direction, the mightiest Asgardian.

Hands drop limply and Loki sighs. "I told you, didn't I? That this would be too much to ask?" He runs a hand over his hair, smoothing down his locks. "I shouldn't have even bothered...it was silly of me to ask such a thing of you."

"Can you not simply train more, for your strength?" Thor asks the obvious without thinking, still surprised into instinctive responses; he feels as though he's on the field of battle, in fact, and that a wrong move now, a show of weakness, will get him killed. But Loki is his brother (isn't that the problem that twists Thor's insides?), and moreover Loki looks even more alarmed than Thor feels, frame tense and twitching with nerves.

'...the one that I trust the most.' Thor looks away, feeling shamed for being so reluctant - and he resolves that no, he will be the brave one in this. He raises his head high, then, chin defiant despite the roiling doubt in his mind. "No, brother. I...I understand why you feel the need for more prowess in battle, and even though I respect you as a fellow warrior even now..."

He steps forward, chases back across the cave what has circled back away from him in alarm. "I will help you in this ritual of strength."

If only it were as simple as training. Loki has spent years preparing his body for battle, but he is just not a born warrior. Nothing short of magic will bring him to the same level of power that the rest of the Aesir hold.

'You must copulate with one who is worthy of a warrior's title, to show Freyja what it is you wish to become. It will be more than just lovemaking -- it will be a joining of your energies, of your beings. It is a bond that will always link you on the battlefield, whether you fight side by side, or each other.'

The Fate's voice lingers in his mind like smoke. Does he dare explain the depths of this ritual? Perhaps it is safest to leave it at this; this was bad enough on its own.

Loki's eyes widen in bemusement when Thor comes to him, wearing the face of a man who has firmly made his mind up, to declare his cooperation. The younger god takes a step back.

"You really needn't; I won't put you in such a difficult situation, brother."

The word stings sour on his tongue, "brother." Far too similar to lover and Loki's stomach twists at the idea...the idea that brother is something that could be jeopardized by all of this.

Alas, after tonight, will they still be the same as they always had been? Will their bond of kinship change? Loki fears the worst. Despite his deep desire to be a worthy brother in battle and a worthy son to Odin, Loki very nearly can't bring himself to go through with this. Shame wells up too high within the trickster to swallow down fully...yet it pains him so to give up something that means so much to him. Loki cannot even bear to look Thor in those electrifying blue eyes of his.

It's odd to see his brother so bent and broken between them, his neck still flushed with shame over his suggestion, and while Thor was caught in reproach of the idea himself just moments ago he feels a fierce protectiveness in his chest now. "Loki," he reaches out a fearless hand to clasp on the man's shoulder, stubbornly keeps it there even as he's reminded of the slight danger of touch considering the subject. "I would not be brought all this way merely to be told to turn home with my brother so dejected. And myself with such a walk behind me and in front of me with nothing to show for it!"

He's smiling despite the question of right or wrong, because Loki means too much for anything so silly to part them. If it means so much to him to become strong by becoming one, merging energies with...

It's Thor's turn to glance away for a moment, and he finally breaks contact with Loki's slimly muscled shoulder, feeling the warmth of the candles keenly. He listens to wax drip and his heart pulse for a moment before asking decisively, "How does it begin?"

Loki cannot bring himself to thank his brother through his overwhelming conflict over the situation, but the look in his nervous eyes says it all. It's the look of not-quite defeat, but the grateful obedience when there is no other way of arguing with the almighty Thor.

At the prompt, Loki turns his head to consider the circle, and lets out a prolonged, wary sound. "Well, we must..." Loki's hands make a few awkard gestures. "...Copulate, but it does not need to be so, ah...invasive." A quick moment of mental stumbling and Loki steps away from his brother, wordlessly leading him to the circle.

"You will lay here, inside the circle. This is the most you will be doing, really." Well, aside from the sex part, obviously.

Loki swallows hard, considering the next part: arousing his brother. "I will then...call upon the goddess, present the offerings, and we will, erm...begin."

He sees the gratitude in Loki's eyes, and that's enough - his brother has a famed way with words, of course, but his face is ever-expressive (although not always true to his heart). Thor is not a naturally suspicious person though, even now when he is being asked to present himself in a very vulnerable way. He listens without thinking he quite understands, but he nods just the same despite the evident confusion on his honest face. Copulation without being invasive...?

Thor moves indeed to the middle of the wreath of candles, burning midway down their points already - how early had Loki arrived, nervous he was to be refused? It's enough to have Thor biting his tongue and sitting on the cave floor instead of mocking the command. "What are the offerings?" he asks, not because he's interested in magic in particular but because it seems best to keep a conversation going when this is going on. He leans back finally, lowering himself to the chilly and hard ground, but it's nothing he hasn't done before in the pre-dawn dampness of a night spent in wait before a battle.

It's not exactly helping to excite him about what's going to happen, though - and Thor isn't particularly upset about that for the moment.

Loki steps around the circle wordlessly and approaches the set-up of offerings to Freyja, and kneels before the trinkets laid out within the small shrine built with spare stones, to remember the hörgr built for her by her boar Óttar.

He only moves to look over his shoulder at the question, surprised that Thor is bothering to even ask. Is he really interested in the workings of this ritual, or is it an attempt at small talk to make the air less uncomfortable?

"A necklace to represent her Brísingamen..." A golden piece of jewelry with an ornate pendant featuring orange and red gems, managing to sparkle in the darkness of the cave, "...a falcon's feather for her cloak; the claw of a cat for her chariot; the tooth of a boar for Hildisvíni; the blossom of a Milkwort; and a small throwing dagger of my own possession."

A personal sacrifice, and a symbol of what he wishes to gain. It is a dagger he was given by Odin, on his one-hundredth birthday. His eyes slide shut and he begins to meditate, softly uttering the incantation to himself. "O Freyja, divine lady of beauty and love, guiding hand of seiðr and sword, mistress of war and death. I offer to you these gifts to be accepted in payment of this plea:"

Loki stands and returns to the circle, pauses at Thor's feet before the barrier of candles. "Grant me the heart of a warrior, the strength of the Aesir. Make the strike of my blade swift and my spells devastating. Steel my mind in the face of my enemy, hold my head high as I ride into battle."

Words still soft, just above a breath. He doesn't wish for a warrior like Thor to hear his meager request. Loki steps through the line of candles and as he crosses them, every one of the candles throughout the space flicker and flash as if a gust of wind had filled the cavern. However it is in fact eerily still.

Loki looks down at his brother nervously, the muscles in his lower belly wriggling with anxiety, and...something more? The godling is too preoccupied to dissect the sensation. The air grows heavy, as if dense with thick humidity, but there is an absence of moisture in the atmosphere.

He swallows and speaks again, more audible this time, as he slowly lowers himself to kneel again, this time in between Thor's legs. The words hesitate in his lungs, and he avoids Thor's eyes as he finishes the incantation. "O Freyja, goddess of passion, accept this act of coition as homage to your gracious power, your blessed being."

The candles cease their excited dance, and Loki softly gasps in a breath as the air seems to lift around them. The light in the room seems to dim, as if a veil has been pulled over Loki and his lion-hearted brother in this embrace of candlelight.

Loki's heart flutters in his chest like a trapped bird as he reaches out a pair of trembling hands, and lets them rest on his thighs, just above his knees. The limbs are firm and the muscles are unyielding at his touch. Finally, Loki brings his eyes up to Thor's.

"Are...are you ready?"

Edited 2012-07-31 20:29 (UTC)

Thor usually turns a blind eye to his brother's sorcery, even though he's well aware of how accomplished he is at his admittedly...less than masculine art. But here, in this enclosed space with nothing but the candles' barest noise of flickering to stand out otherwise, Thor has no choice but to allow himself to take in what Loki is doing, the care of his quiet whispered words. Thor's not very sensitive to magic, but even he feels the shift in the air when Loki steps inside the circle of quivering flame, a pressure on him that's more than just the odd idea of what they're about to do.

It darkens but his eyes are already used to the lowered light, and Thor can still stare up at the colorless, shadowy form of his brother's face. A tiny diamond of light shines nervously from Loki's left eye, where he's nearest to the candles. "Of course, Loki," he chuckles, but it's a breathless sort of noise, weak as he lays on the floor but with his heart beating as though the rage of battle is calling him. In reality, with no foe to fight but with every instinct and muscle in his body tightening in preparation, Thor feels almost strangely lost - and so against perhaps better judgment, he stares still at Loki's face as hands lightly land on his thighs.

He can trust Loki, can't he? Trickster Loki, the insincere one of them...but the nervousness is real between them, something shared as they both stand on the edge of a cliff, ready to make a small sacrifice for the other's comfort.

Thor slowly lets his head rest on the floor of the cave, eyes still locked on Loki's face.

Edited 2012-08-01 18:26 (UTC)

It's almost hard to see the attempt at nonchalance on Thor's end, a tactic his brother has always used to ease their nerves together in the face of terrifying battle. Oh Thor, you are too transparent in Loki's eyes for that to suffice.

But he believes the words themselves, because if it was otherwise, Thor wouldn't be lying here willingly. Loki lets his eyes wander from the god's face, slowly down the front of his large torso, down his groin -- where he can't resist a gentle blush that brushes across his ears -- and down his legs to where his hands rest. He takes a breath, steeling himself for this nerve-racking task. It feels like moving a boulder that has sat stationary for centuries, when Loki moves his tense arms, urging his hands up the other man's thighs. He easily feels the forms of Thor's toned muscles against his palms, and soon his hands are on his brother's hips. Fingers hook onto the waistline of his pants, but pause there.

"All that I need to do now is to..." Loki's eyes flick up to Thor's then down again, "...bring you to climax. This does not require any action on your part. If...you are too uncomfortable, tell me." Because Thor's genuine pleasure is a key aspect to this ritual, and Loki will do anything to not overstep any boundaries, like forcing him into this. He knows he has put Thor in an uncomfortable position, making it difficult for him to say 'no', but Loki likes to imagine that Thor is always honest with him.

And with that, Loki tugs Thor's pants down, gaze finally firm on Thor's face...mainly out of nervousness to look down at the obvious once his brother's lower half is naked.

Thor's eyebrows inch up a bit closer to his hairline, and not just because it's hard to lean forward to try to look at his own groin while lying on his back. "Oh no," he reassures with a sigh. "You are quite the professional in this after all, are you not?" There's a teasing smile on his face, although Thor almost hopes he is correct - or else exactly how serious, how much more dangerous could this venture get?

But he won't back down, and he stares back at mossy eyes as he feels his pants being pulled off, the leather catching at his skin - he hadn't even realised he was sweating. Thor braces his feet on the hard ground and lifts his hips up helpfully, Loki's hands pressing harder against his solid stomach as he does so. Swallow, breathe. Loki's eyes are nearly clear in this half-light, as though they're just windows straight through him, but it's so far from the truth. His brother is often unreadable to him, a mystery to dichotomize Thor's constant bubbling honesty.

His mouth moves to say Loki in - what, awe? trepidation, looking for reassurance? acceptance? and he does, but the word is little more than a breath with two syllables. He finally lets the back of his head hit the floor, eyes on the ceiling as he awaits the...'ritual' to begin. This is a favor, nothing more.

The form-fitting pants slide away with some effort, but when they come off, Loki sets them in a pile beyond his back. It's rather intimdating to glance upon the thunder god's flaccid groin, but it in concept is nothing new to Loki, being so well-aquiainted with his own.

He draws closer up in between Thor's thighs, settling himself on his legs. Thor's eyes are focusing on something else in the room, avoiding him, and it almost deters him from continuing.

But he has set the ground rules, and Thor has not told him to stop. With a steady breath, Loki brings his hands back to his kin's legs. The sensation of skin versus cloth is surprisingly different, much warmer, smoother...

One lingers on Thor's upper leg while the other glides up, thumb lining the innermost side of his thigh, stopping just short of the man's cock. He lets his hand explore around the base, avoiding the obvious, until this thumb brushes against his brother's testicles curiously. He's not entirely sure how to arouse a male, as he has only ever pleasured himself once already turned on, but he has a few ideas.

And some might involve more than just his hands, if need be.

Thor has lain with women before and knows this routine well, enough to even tell that Loki is taking much more care in his beginning than most of his partners ever had... But it's surely because he's nervous.

Good thing he isn't nervous - his breath is picking up because of the magic in the air, the heaviness of the dim room around them, the feeling of could-be-anonymous fingers against his balls...

But Thor is too honest, and can't lie to himself anyone easier than he could to another. He knows it's Loki and can't help but think of dark hair slicked back...or perhaps falling out of place, locks curling rebelliously back up as Thor knows they are right now, as harried as he is. It's working, of course, the contact, and the thrill of the danger involved is perhaps only worsening (helping?) that fact - Thor feels himself slowly hardening even as he shifts with discomfort at the realization that despite the ritual being just business, he's actually thinking of Loki.

He shuts his eyes and thinks of Sif, although not without guilt.

There's something reassuring in Thor's gently growing arousal, something that injects a little eagerness -- confidence, maybe -- into Loki. Perhaps it had been the fear of not being able to bring his brother pleasure, a fear beyond the success of this ritual, but Loki isn't sure why that suddenly worries him. In fact, it sounds like something awfully dangerous to feel.

Focus, Loki. He feels like he should do more than just feel at Thor until he gets off -- this is probably the kindest thing he has done for Loki in their hundreds of years by each others sides. This should be more than just using his body for his own personal gain. Loki...wants to pleasure his brother. Heck, if this is the one time they're going to have sex, and for something so important, might as well make it good to show his appreciation.

Loki glances up to his brother, and finds himself almost disappointed to see him looking so detached from what is going on. Don't ignore me, brother.

Eyes move back down to gaze at the expanse of Thor's body growing more aroused, and more familiar to him. He dips his head in hesitantly, somewhat unsure at first, but finally connects his mouth to the valley of flesh beside the tip of the hip bone. A breath bursts from Loki's nostrils, shaky with anxiety and excitement as his hand moves up, gliding his palm along the underside of his brother's hardening cock.

The ignoring isn't out of malice, Loki - although of course Thor is still stubbornly staring at the ceiling and misses the gaze that may have tipped him off that his current tactic wasn't really appreciated. Then suddenly there's tickling breath at his hip and Thor jolts a little bit in surprise. Not just at the sensation itself but the realization that Loki is doing something so involved - he'd assumed he was going to be touched at arm's length to complete the ritual and then they would leave the cave, go outside and practice archery or something until the awkward air between them lightened somewhat.

He's stiffening now, actually, because he's not sure he's really supposed to be enjoying this for the reasons he is - Thor looks down finally, sees dark hair falling over his brother's face. He's safely obscured from him like this, though, and Thor wonders if perhaps Loki was clever enough to realise that that would make it easier to pretend this is alright. Large hands shift across the floor, unusually wary of touch - but a hand is on his cock finally, and the progression from teasing to doing is enough to send Thor's fingers carding through the black curls at the nape of Loki's neck. His hair is chilly from the cave air and so Thor lets his fingers sink in deeper, until he's reassured by the warmth of the skin brushing on his knuckles.

Edited 2012-08-03 14:56 (UTC)

The sudden jumping from Thor -- obviously in surprise -- almost forces Loki to cease what he is doing and see if his brother is okay...but hearing no complaint or request to stop tells the trickster god to keep going. He knows he's being a little more involved than he really intended to be, but it's actually more difficult to not ensure that this is as enjoyable for Thor as he can manage. Maybe...Thor will look back on this without shame or reluctance, then.

But it is Loki's turn to react with shock when a hand slips through his hair, circling around the backside of his neck. This brand of contact is incredibly familiar and it is in this case strangely comforting to feel. Loki likes to imagine it's Thor's way of comforting him. It's all right, brother, you're doing just fine.

Loki lets out a small, content sigh and suckles on the flesh inches away from Thor's continuously growing length. Fingers wrap around the muscle and his thumb trails along the underside, just below the head, swiping back and forth gently. When Loki lifts his head up, he spots the beginnings of a hickey on his brother's body...and it's actually turning him on slightly.

The breath of Loki's sigh nearly tickles, an odd feeling for someone much more used to rough shoves, grabs and even fairly aggressive hugs - not that none of Thor's female partners have been gentle, it's just not something he associates with men. With his brother, especially, but Loki's always been a bit gentler than himself, hasn't he?

Realising again that it's Loki down there, that it's his kin's hair feathering across his hipbone where he leans over him as if at prayer, has Thor flushing in the dark cave. It's his first true sign of shame in this, but even then it's not enough to have him push Loki away. But what would their parents think?

They'll be proud of Loki if this venture is a success, because this is just to ensure Loki is a better warrior - it's a noble cause. Thor, busy convincing himself, is caught off guard at the increase of contact, and his head tilts back with a small wordless syllable at the hand on his cock. Despite his second-guessing about the nature of this little venture, it feels surprisingly good...but of course Loki would know what he was doing, wouldn't he? There was something different in a man's touch, in Loki's touch compared to the women Thor had been with...

Lacking anything else to urge the other man on with, Thor pulls ever-so-gently on his brother's hair, just a slight fisting that's meant to be symbolic instead of actually hurt.

Loki's lidded eyes slowly trail up his brother's body, watching all of the little, subconscious reactions he is inspiring. He can feel the arousal he is causing right in his hand, and Loki's breathing picks up at the feeling of power it gives him. Even in Thor, his own kin, can he induce such pleasure.

He can feel his own groin twitching within his pants, but that's not the focus here. In fact, ignoring it feels good; he does love the wanton feeling when making himself wait, prolonging his climax, when pleasuring himself in the secret sanctuary of the nights spent alone in his room. Waiting makes it much better.

Besides, he wants to focus on Thor. He wants more reactions, more of those vulnerable sounds he keeps making. The hand in his hair is ever so slightly desperate, and Loki sighs, eyes rolling back as they shut. His hand grips gently in return before it moves up to close over the tip, then descends Thor's length, slipping all the way down to the base.

The next logical move would be for Loki to remove his hand to slicken it with his saliva, but he has a better idea. Blue eyes emerge from their lids as Loki leans in and takes his brother's cock into his mouth. He takes in as much of Thor's girth as he can before dragging his lips up to just below the tip, letting his tongue lap curiously at the shape.

Thor would be lying if he said he weren't enjoying this, but it's equally putting him on edge - there's a danger to this strange coupling that he's never experienced before. The slight nerves, the singing of his blood before a battle has always excited him, of course, but never the way this is right now. Thor is more than happy when a mouth is suddenly on his erection, mouth opening with a small surprised gasp that immediately morphs into a contented chuckle - but then he recalls who it is and his body can't decide whether it wants to wither away or moan.

The danger of wanting is an unexpected third party in this, coaxing Thor on as much as it makes him want to pull back. He's never been one to shy away from a challenge, but this goes against social mores, if not laws.... And feeling Loki's soft but quick tongue against the underside of his tip only encourages his brash side, the one that doesn't care and, if anything, is spurred on by the threat.

Feeling bold and perhaps to reassure his kin, he sighs, "Loki." It's not a wanton growl or anything quite so extreme, just a simple word as though they were merely speaking...and it sends a throb through Thor's lower body, a tingling up his spine.

The curious taste of Thor's erection coupled with his thick scent is so foreign to Loki that it's almost unnerving. It sends a thick chunk of reality to crash down on Loki's mind, and he huffs a breath at a momentary lapse of calmness. Thor's voice up above his head rings clear in Loki's ears and it's so inexplicably soothing, reassuring.

Loki hums around the tip in his mouth before sliding more of Thor into his mouth, licking at the sides and underside while gently sucking on the tip from the back of his mouth. His hand wrapped around the base begins to move up and down what is left exposed, while the other hand reaches for Thor's arm. It's a mindless act, resting his hand upon the limb whose hand is in his own hair, but he doesn't want to find it disappearing on him.

He has done this sort of ritual before, but nothing close to this, and not with male seiðr practitioners of course. (As few and far between as they may be.) Nothing could prepare him for this, copulating with his brother, much less another man...but it's thrilling. Loki never really gave much thought to the idea of being attracted to males, and perhaps it's only just Thor -- which is a terrifying notion to even have.

Is Loki nervous? The lack of words is strange to someone as honest as Thor, but he knows well the signs given by the body of his sparring partner, his playmate, his brother. The sigh means Loki was nervous before, so perhaps he's calming down into all of this - Thor is now kneading his fingers through hair and against the back of his neck, not honestly used to sex without himself being a bit more involved. As it is, though, he's never touched another man and he's not even in a position to do so --

And this isn't really sex. Or it's not supposed to be, just a 'sharing of energy' as Loki had said, from a strong warrior to appease Freyja. But it's impossible for Thor to seperate the ideas, he's finding, and he wonders what his brother would think to know that - even if it's getting harder and harder to think with the mouth on him.

A hand on his arm is registered immediately and instinctively, but it's more encouraging and soothing than it has a right to be. It lets Thor dare to speak, emotions, hormones and adrenaline all running high as he gets about as hard as he's going to; it almost aches with how much his body has decided it wants this. (And his mind, however conflictingly.) "Is the ritual...going well, Loki?" Calling him 'brother' is almost too dangerous to bear - but something in Thor writhes in pleasured agony at the idea. Perhaps he'll use that title next.

Loki is starting to lose himself in the rhythm of his heartbeat drumming loudly in his chest, the flow of pure magical energy around them, the motions of his mouth on Thor's erection, the hand moving about in his hair... It's like slipping into a trance, but having his equally-rhythmic groin pulsing with arousal keep him very much grounded to the situation.

Or he thought so, until Thor spoke to him, more than just a spare, thoughtless word in his own trance of passion. Loki pauses and lifts his head up, panting so slightly.

"That all depends, are you enjoying this?"

Loki can sense a vague shadow of uneasiness in Thor's face -- only because such an emotion is foreign to the thunder god, and when it does make its rare display, Loki can see it from a mile away. While he knows Thor is enjoying this, he's...worried that the response will be just as uneasy. Loki slips his hand down to cup the other man's testicles in his hand, caressing them slowly. Now he surely can't say "no."

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