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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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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."

The air feels different when Loki releases him from his mouth with a soft, wet slide - and Thor realises it's not just his arousal and adrenaline pumping through him and thickening the air, but magic from the ritual. He's never been very in tune to it but even Thor can feel its weighty, heady strings as they seem to alight on his very body. It tickles at his insides and when Loki questions him with that devious, calm glint in his eye (is it the calm he so often sees in his brother when casting spells) and fingers trace soft lines down his testicles, Thor feels overwhelmed. It's like a challenge being issued that he cannot refuse, this strange melding of energies with someone so unlike and yet utterly similar to himself - his opposite, his other half.

Thor moans to the ceiling, letting the sound escape him shamelessly. "Yes, Loki. Now return to what you were doing; I do not wish to change my mind." And he doesn't - but in that statement is the barest glimpse of a question. Even with a flush reddening his cheeks in arousal, his erection pulsing for attention, Thor doesn't cruelly shove Loki's head back down - this was started foremost for helping him with his ritual, and they will go at a pace that suits both of them.

He waits, the muscles under Loki's hand taunt and straining against the urge of use.

What a reaction from Thor; Loki can hardly conceive it when the man moans openly at his touch, so helpless to his orchestrations. The mixture of hormones, adrenaline, and pure magic rushing through Loki's body causes a burst of euphoria, and a grin stretches across his face.

"Oh, I will give you no reason to change your mind, my brother." The nervous Loki from before is gone, deceased, succeeded by confidence and eagerness as the mischief god leans in and flicks his tongue along the tip of the erect cock before him. He can feel Thor's body begging for more with the tension of his thighs, the impatient shifting of limbs and fingers in his hair.

Loki finds it difficult to keep himself under control, with his own pulsing groin fighting againt his pants, and when he sucks Thor's hardened muscle into his mouth once more, he moans around it, thinking of the contact he wishes for. Every motion Loki makes with his mouth he can practically feel on his own erection, making him almost desperate.

Now this is the Loki that Thor knows best, the one that lets his chest tighten with fondness instead of worry for a brother that seemed to be losing his confidence. The teasing comment lets him smile, and it turns into a wordless, harsh breath at a tongue on his cock.

Thor thinks he feels Loki shift against the floor they're on, feels his brother warm and heavy above him as he bends over his legs - and then he realises he's feeling Loki's erection against his shin. He jerks away a moment in surprise before letting his leg drift back, curious and unaccountably turned on by it. Perhaps it's just such an instinctive sign of arousal that it spurs him on, or it just hits the dangerousness of their actions home, or maybe the comfort of knowing that Loki, mischievous Loki, is in it just as deeply as Thor is does it - it's hard to say.

But a moment later his fingers tighten in Loki's hair, his other hand flattening against the chilly ground. He shudders and then cries out, a nearly voiceless syllable of strained surprise as his orgasm is suddenly so close. "Loki," he breathes in warning, wanting to move his brother back away from his erection - but does he need that for the ritual?

Thor groans in confusion and frustrated arousal, the self-imposed teasing almost as good as climaxing would have been.

Loki nearly loses himself when Thor's leg brushes against his aching groin, and what could have been a whine instead comes out as a muffled grunt. He allows himself this slightest bit of friction, and he can't tell if it's the contact that is turning him on so, or if it's the idea of rutting senselessly against his brother's leg for pleasure.

It is so immediate when Thor seems to be close to the edge, and Loki fully expects it, welcomes it as he pulls as much of the fellow god's length into his mouth as he can manage. His hand returns to the base of Thor's erection, trying to coax his orgasm forth, prepared -- no, wanting to taste his brother's ejaculation.

Alas, Loki can feel his companion resisting, and his response is to only encourage. He quickens his motions, his tongue's caressing and mouth's movements, hoping Thor will be swept up in the desperate rhythm and will come for him. If he had the ability to speak, he would use that silver tongue of his to coax him further. Don't you want to fuck my mouth into climax, Thor? Force your girth down my throat and make me drink you?

The curiously dim candles begin to flicker again despite the still air, as if to mirror their matching, frantic heartbeats. Loki could swear he hears a female's passionate sigh in his ear, but that could very well be a push of wind against the entrance of the cave...

If anything Loki is suddenly laving his erection much more attentively with his tongue, and Thor rocks his hips back into the floor of the cave instinctively, still attempting to be polite - but it's clear what Loki's answer is. And with the candles fluttering in time with his racing heart, Thor tenses and comes with a stuttering gasp that turns into a low, guttural moan. His hips freeze before grinding unevenly, needily, into his brother's mouth as he rides his orgasm out, the precious few seconds whitening his vision and utterly destroying any self-restraint Thor may have still possessed...not that he even had much to begin with.

As he glances up one last time at his brother, sees black hair splayed all over his spent groin before letting his head thud back onto the chilly ground, Thor thinks he smells a woman's scent in there with them. There's a feeling as if he's being kissed by something impossibly soft and ethereal and then it's gone, the candles very slowly gathering strength again as he lays there, breathing heavily. Oh, Loki. What have we done?

Thor reaches down, then, and with his hand still on his brother's nape he urges the thinner man up towards himself. "Remove your head from my lap, brother, I would look at your face."

Thor's orgasm finally hits the young god, and Loki bears through the violent bucking of his kin's hips against his face and the spilling erection being pushed through to the front of his throat. Despite the roughness, Loki is loving it. Feeling -- and tasting -- his brother's climax, and especially experiencing the man known for his stern command over himself and others (aside from his rage, of course) become so overwhelmed with wanton need.

Thor's taste lingers in Loki's mouth as he pushes himself up. The room is now glowing familiarly with the light from the candles no longer masked, and when his eyes meet Thor's, he's almost unsure of himself...but he lets Thor's hand guide him up.

"Brother."

Loki's body is humming with such powerful magic, and even with his concern over what their relationship will be like now, he does not regret what they have just done.

He rather expects Thor to pretend it never happened...but he does hope not. He had been nervous of this changing their relationship before, but now, Loki really wouldn't mind it if Thor was as comfortable with this as Loki is feeling right now.

Thor sees a different confidence in his brother's eyes, slipping around as if hiding, as Loki ever does with himself - where his arm grips his kin's upper arm to pull him forward, he feels a strange electric sensation. It crawls with the force of his lightning but none of its violence, it's light and threatening and seductive. Is it Loki's magic that he has absorbed from the ritual?

It seems to pulse through them, or perhaps it's just Thor's still-thundering heart as he recovers from his orgasm. He glances down out of instinct, hardly even knowing what he's seeking until he notes it - Loki's trousers tenting out lewdly across his groin, the obvious sign that his brother hadn't been unmoved from the ritual. Thor recalls its foreign yet obvious, telling friction against his thigh for brief moments earlier. "Loki..." And Thor is reaching even as he asks, his hand resting on Loki's lower belly, an already treacherous spot for the possibility of being told 'no'. Perhaps Thor isn't entertaining the idea of being turned down as much as he tells himself he is - he wants this. He's too curious, too drawn in.

"I believe you said you needn't finish as well for this ritual, but...I do not wish to part before seeing you do so." Thor has always reciprocated everything in sex with maidens - he enjoys causing pleasure. It seems only right with Loki, even given the strange circumstances. He wants to make Loki feel good, make him writhe.

Loki is so close to just lying on his brother's body at this point, but he is still hovering over the godling by keeping himself propped on his hands and knees when Thor reaches for his abdomen, intentions crystal clear. Eyes alight with surprise, Loki stares down at Thor almost disbelieving of what the man wishes to do for him. The ritual is over now, so what is it that Thor wishes to accomplish? Loki searches the face he is staring at for answers, but only sees a satisfied, albeit tired expression that swells Loki's chest with pride.

Why question it? Loki's lungs shift a little more quickly with each breath at the mere notion of Thor's hand on him, bringing him to orgasm, and can even feel his erection twitch as he imagines it. He gives a nod of approval, moving a little further up for Thor to reach his groin with more ease. "You've done a lot for me tonight, brother...it would be selfish of me to ask for so much more."

But he can live with being selfish, to lay in this cave secluded from the realms that linger beyond, to have Thor's hands on him, touching him, loving him as he made love with his brother this evening. Suddenly, gaining power isn't quite as alluring as this.

Whether through their existing bond and knowledge of each other, or the magic of the spell, Thor is right there with you, Loki. "When have you ever been ashamed of being selfish before, Loki?" he chuckles, and in the rushing quiet of the cave his voice seems incredibly loud even in its attempt at a whisper.

There has never been shame in nudity between the two of them, but feeling the heavy press of Loki's erection against his palm through cloth is so overwhelming as to be frightening... But Thor has nothing to fear from Loki except rejection, and he has had none of that this day. He palms his brother a moment, orients himself with the new yet old sensation of a cock against his hand before going for the fastening on the trousers, letting them fall open and his hand naturally sink beneath the fabric.

Loki allows himself a small grin in amusement, but he's moreso taken by seeing Thor's face so natural and good-natured again -- his brother again.

The expression only lasts for a moment before he gasps, overwhelmed slightly by his arousal when a hand cups his groin. His hands grasp at Thor blindly, body tensing in both pleasure and alarm. He's finally realising the conflict that he kept picking up from his other half -- the danger of what this all could lead to, and the excitement that bubbles up despite all of the risk.

Loki is staring straight at Thor's face, wide but still defined, when he feels the hand move to undo his pants. Thor's hand is on his bare skin, reaching in and Loki chokes on a breath, fingers gripping desperately at his brother's firm upper arms.

His neck bends and he hangs his head low, temple pressing against Thor's cheek. The scents of earth, metal, and skin that is so familiar to Loki as being his kin is warm and heavy around him. His erection throbs needily and Loki's hips buck up into Thor's touch, and this is all so very real all of a sudden.

"Thor, I--" The breath Loki was reserving for words escapes his lungs in a shuddering breath. He just wants his release, but he doesn't want to see this end. If they could never leave this cave, if it could just be this, be them for the rest of their existence, Loki would happily take that option. He doesn't understand what's going through his mind, but there's something terrible and beautiful about what they're doing, something they could never speak of, and it's absolutely perfect.

As in so many things, he and Loki are impossibly alike despite their differences - Thor sees the reflection of his own realization of the danger of what they are doing in Loki's eyes, watches it turn into acceptance and eagerness on the thin and shapely face. Skin on skin at his face and against his hand, and Thor feels as though he's aware of Loki's very soul as the man gasps a breath of hot wet air against his cheek. So similar to his own, so different; strong and fragile all in one.

His hand is slick with sweat, with the moisture from the cave floor, and it's being lubricated further with precome - it's still battling friction to a point that Thor knows is nearly painful, so he slows down. Squeezes and teased with the rough pads of his fingers around the head, at the base, reaches down for the familiar weight of testicles. Knowing this is Loki is dangerous, could get either one of them -- well what would anyone do?

And when has Thor ever been afraid to go against rules he doesn't agree with? "Loki," he breathes a belated response, sitting up straighter and dragging Loki against him, seated awkwardly in his lap.

The hand on his cock is both slippery and rough, and the speed in which it is moving on Loki is jarring until it slows down. The godling growls sensually and rolls his hips forward into the touch, and the hand slides down his erection and to his testicles.

"Ah--!" Tingling arousal flutters up from where his brother's hand is up through his hardening extremity, and Loki almost thinks he is about to release, but it subsides too quickly for him to.

Good. He doesn't want this to end quite yet; he does very much enjoy drawing things out when it comes to this. He hasn't had enough of Thor's strong fingers wrapped around him, or feeling his premature spill coat his kin's hand while it teases him.

Loki limply complies when Thor sits up and he settles onto the man's lap naturally, straddling it. The position makes the waves of arousal humming through his lower body more pronounced, and he uses his lower legs against the cold stone ground as leverage to rut against Thor's lower stomach, needing some sort of contact. That familiar feeling of his climax is building, and his thrusts don't grow quicker...but slower.

"Th-Thor...I'm..." A hand slithers up to cup the back of Thor's head, fingers dragging at long golden threads of hair desperately.

Thor feels a tightening of his brother's thighs against his hand, wrongly intimate and new and yet he instantly knows what it signals from experience with his own body. Loki's testicles are pulled up close to his body and Thor can practically feel how his brother is chasing his impending orgasm - or is avoiding it? There's a hard cock against his even more solid belly, in the slight concave of his exact middle where the muscle dips in.

"Now Loki," he breathes, but it's in a growling low whisper against his brother's temple, his words making Loki's hair catch at his wettened lips. "I would not have you spend so long on myself and then not return the favor in kind." Do not come yet, brother. It would be too soon for how impossible this will be to happen again.

And one hand braces itself against a clothed but muscular back, keeping Loki secure in his lap as Thor's fingers stretch eagerly all around Loki's balls, up behind them where he teases the sensitive skin before slowly returning to the base of his cock. It's just as explorative and caring as it is teasing, and Thor feels suddenly brazen - he presses his lips to the skin just above Loki's left eye. It's a gesture he may have given his best friend in boyhood, but now it's done with his lips almost parted, a different heat to it than he's ever used.

A short breath huffs from Loki, the message behind Thor's words taking a delayed moment to work through the near-delirious fog in his mind, but a hand anchoring him against his back made it all the clearer.

Despite his efforts, Loki could not budge from underneath the firm hold of his brother's hand when fingers painted imaginary lines against his testicles, and further. A choked gasp is all Loki can manage, fingers gripping carelessly at Thor's hair and shoulder, bracing himself against the crippling sensation between his legs. The breath into his lungs comes out as a weak whine, a wordless plea. It may feel tortuous, being unable to rut senselessly into his climax against the other man, it is undescribably beautiful feeling to have his erection pressed so intimately close to his brother's firm stomach, their bodies nearly making one whole being. Loki nearly hopes he will never come.

But that isn't his decision. Maybe it's the lips pressed so sweetly to his forehead, or perhaps his body has had enough, but fingertips manage to draw his orgasm forth.

"I, ah-- Thor!" Loki yelps shortly as his hips buck roughly, pressing his spilling cock further against Thor's abdomen. Hands practically claw at the older male in their depseration, Loki blinded by white as all he can register is the friction against his genitals, the arm wound around his body, and his brother's warm scent.

Loki is gasping breaths once his body relaxes, and he melts into Thor's hold, torso heaving for precious oxygen. Hair falls hapazardly into Loki's face when he bows his head over Thor's shoulder, chin resting against taught muscle and bone.

He doesn't know what to say, there are just so many things he is thinking. Now that hormones have subsided and carnal desire is gone, everything is sharper and transparent. Reality sinks in like water rushing over Loki's mind, and he's not entirely sure how to face Thor now.

Thor would be surprised at the suddenness of his brother's orgasm if he himself hadn't been teased so, hadn't felt the point at which the slightest touch, if given with enough of experienced pressure, could tip him over the edge into a whitened, blissful abyss.

It's still wondrous to feel it pour forth from his emotional but professional brother, the man with a thousand lies all ready to be spoken with a smile, a man who is more often the taunter than the powerless one. To feel Loki's seed spill against the still-uncovered skin of his lower belly, the slickness painting against the convex of his hipbone, is an amazing gift... Even if the bizarre stickiness of it, the habit of wiping it off himself immediately afterwards has him shifting a bit, Loki's softening cock still out and pressing against his abdomen.

He holds Loki still, though, unwilling to let go of this moment just yet...but eventually, as he listens to Loki's breathing steady and realises his own is also doing that. He doesn't remember recognising arousal in himself a second time but he registers the faint stirring in his own groin, his deepened breaths - although it's easy to ignore. Thor feels sated from earlier, this is just so new and inescapable. Sensual in a way he isn't used to, and meaningful because it's his friend, his brother--

Reality crashes back in and he pulls back, enough to seek out Loki's eyes. His hand is still traitorously at the curve near the end of Loki's spine. "Brother, I hope I did not... I hope you will not abhor what I have done. I merely wished to return the favor of the ritual, I..." It's not often Thor is at a loss for words, but as ever his speech reflects his most honest thoughts.

Thor is simply not sure what to even think, holding his brother against his half-naked body, cooling semen spread against his flank.

There is a quivering emptiness in the core of Loki's body, something he is not too unfamiliar with, but feels the need to take a moment of grounding before separating himself from his brother. Or, rather, to convince himself to. He is rather reluctant toward the idea; can't they just be suspended in time like this?

No, it's not right. This whole thing perhaps shouldn't have happened, and Loki did take measures to ensure no one would find out. Hopefully, no one ever will...and it makes Loki a little sick to have to hope for such secrecy, to have to pretend it never happened.

Thor moves to the younger man's surprise, and though Thor is determined to make their eyes meet, Loki finds it difficult to do so for anything longer than a second.

"Brother, you owe me no apologies, or explanations..." Loki assures in a hushed voice, crystalline eyes focused on his kin's shoulder. "You have done...far too much more than was ever necessary, more than I could have expected." He feels as though he should move away from Thor's lap, but even the other's hand on his back seems to want him to move just as much as he himself wants to.

There's a weight off of Thor's chest at the approval, even if his days of seeking his younger brother's satisfied eye have long passed with his far-gone boyhood. No, he's still prone to doing things to impress, but for a wider audience - his father, some of the nicer maidens around, their mother - but Loki? It's been quite some time, and yet it feels right to slip into it once more.

But he sees the discomfort in every tense line of Loki's body, his muscular frame unprepared to defend against this sort of intangible threat. Thor knows that feeling well, and he decides it's more important to salvage what they can. He won't lose Loki as a brother.

So he leans back even further, the endorphins from earlier not hindering him any more, and laughs. It's a small stream compared to the roar it used to be, but the attempt is done whole-heartedly. "Well then... Do you feel stronger yet, brother? Was the ritual a success?"

Thor could never say they did this 'for nothing' though, even if Freya chooses not to accept their offering. That's a lie he simply can't convince himself of.

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