[Loki had better not get too used to it because there's no way this is going to last. Thor had set aside enough obedience for one night, but after that all bets are off. Both of them are eager to see how the other plays their part, although it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that Thor is going to be a lot easier to please than Loki.
He quirks an eyebrow at the order, feeling a new hot tendril of desire curl through his insides and wrap around his cock, already growing hard and heavy inside his jeans. Well. This should be quite a test of his own skill as well, won't it? The zipper is easy enough, and he keeps his eyes on Loki as best as he can as he leans forward and once again brushes his open mouth over the front of those undoubtedly very expensive pants. At first he doesn't even try to open them, just nuzzles Loki's cock through the fabric, humming in pleasure, and he curls his fingers against his own thighs to keep them from digging into Loki's hips.
Eventually, his tongue finds the zipper, flicking it up so that he can grasp it in his teeth and pull it slowly down. It goes smoothly, only catching once before he gets it down the rest of the way. It's the next part that's tricky, and he slides his hands behind his back to keep them innocent, as his mouth moves to Loki's waistband, gliding along it, just barely brushing skin, no matter how much he wants to kiss and bite and suck. His teeth grasp at the edge of the waistband and he does his best to ease them down, first at once side and then the other, worrying the trousers just like a dog as he guides them over the frustrating and constant perfect swell of Loki's ass.
The more skin is revealed, the more impatient he gets, but the damned pants are coming off. That's the important thing.]
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He quirks an eyebrow at the order, feeling a new hot tendril of desire curl through his insides and wrap around his cock, already growing hard and heavy inside his jeans. Well. This should be quite a test of his own skill as well, won't it? The zipper is easy enough, and he keeps his eyes on Loki as best as he can as he leans forward and once again brushes his open mouth over the front of those undoubtedly very expensive pants. At first he doesn't even try to open them, just nuzzles Loki's cock through the fabric, humming in pleasure, and he curls his fingers against his own thighs to keep them from digging into Loki's hips.
Eventually, his tongue finds the zipper, flicking it up so that he can grasp it in his teeth and pull it slowly down. It goes smoothly, only catching once before he gets it down the rest of the way. It's the next part that's tricky, and he slides his hands behind his back to keep them innocent, as his mouth moves to Loki's waistband, gliding along it, just barely brushing skin, no matter how much he wants to kiss and bite and suck. His teeth grasp at the edge of the waistband and he does his best to ease them down, first at once side and then the other, worrying the trousers just like a dog as he guides them over the frustrating and constant perfect swell of Loki's ass.
The more skin is revealed, the more impatient he gets, but the damned pants are coming off. That's the important thing.]