[ A groan, a straining, Thor piercing deep and ruthless, plunging within his sweet errant lover, the dark creature he once fled from, whose body between his hands is all he has ever wanted. Loki's white thighs are tight around his body, binding him, binding himself to Thor. He is ever to be his, now, to be shackled to him, the leash round his throat, the end in Thor's hands. To kneel at his feet and have pleasure from his hand, only from his hand. ]
But by your crafting, my love— [ Breathless, Thor takes his mouth with a brief hot plunge of his tongue, taking and taking of the cold sweet taste of him, and then speaking again: ] By your crafting I can only imagine it beautiful.
[ The twisting ice and vine, the black soil, the glitter of frost. Perhaps Loki will lead him through it hand in hand, and show him all his creation, and lay himself down upon the hard cold earth to be loved. ]
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[ A groan, a straining, Thor piercing deep and ruthless, plunging within his sweet errant lover, the dark creature he once fled from, whose body between his hands is all he has ever wanted. Loki's white thighs are tight around his body, binding him, binding himself to Thor. He is ever to be his, now, to be shackled to him, the leash round his throat, the end in Thor's hands. To kneel at his feet and have pleasure from his hand, only from his hand. ]
But by your crafting, my love— [ Breathless, Thor takes his mouth with a brief hot plunge of his tongue, taking and taking of the cold sweet taste of him, and then speaking again: ] By your crafting I can only imagine it beautiful.
[ The twisting ice and vine, the black soil, the glitter of frost. Perhaps Loki will lead him through it hand in hand, and show him all his creation, and lay himself down upon the hard cold earth to be loved. ]