Resentment and tenderness made a strange pair. Perhaps he didn't know what he was doing anymore than Loki did: and surely a slave should take no initiative of his own, much less in the pursuit of his desire, but merely lay submissive beneath what use his master wanted to make of him. But Thor had not been born a slave, or ever made one until this day; he hadn't the slightest idea what a thrall was or was not supposed to do, and he rather doubted that Loki did, either. All Loki seemed to want was that Thor be brought low and shamed. And yet he stirred beneath Thor's seeking touch as though, indeed, he did desire more than that: as though these kisses and caresses pleasured him, and might even be welcomed.
So he did not stop. Did not even hesitate to wrap his hand around Loki's cock and stroke it fully, as it awakened in his hand, swelling in length and girth until he flushed all over again to remember this thick, heavy weight seated within him. His kisses searched his pale skin, his belly and waist and the edge of his thin ribs, where Thor gently gnawed; and Loki's thigh was caught in the other hand, the broad strong fingers denting into the skin as he held it slung over his shoulder that as he explored his brother's body he spread him wide apart for his gaze and touch. And he licked and nuzzled as though it was his brother's pleasure he feasted upon, stroked him in his hands, urged him with tender attention to full magnificent hardness. It was sweeter than he had known it could be, to see Loki awakened and manipulated by his own hands.
<3 when i work a m-f week my tags become nonexistent by thurs/fri. i need a recovery day.
Resentment and tenderness made a strange pair. Perhaps he didn't know what he was doing anymore than Loki did: and surely a slave should take no initiative of his own, much less in the pursuit of his desire, but merely lay submissive beneath what use his master wanted to make of him. But Thor had not been born a slave, or ever made one until this day; he hadn't the slightest idea what a thrall was or was not supposed to do, and he rather doubted that Loki did, either. All Loki seemed to want was that Thor be brought low and shamed. And yet he stirred beneath Thor's seeking touch as though, indeed, he did desire more than that: as though these kisses and caresses pleasured him, and might even be welcomed.
So he did not stop. Did not even hesitate to wrap his hand around Loki's cock and stroke it fully, as it awakened in his hand, swelling in length and girth until he flushed all over again to remember this thick, heavy weight seated within him. His kisses searched his pale skin, his belly and waist and the edge of his thin ribs, where Thor gently gnawed; and Loki's thigh was caught in the other hand, the broad strong fingers denting into the skin as he held it slung over his shoulder that as he explored his brother's body he spread him wide apart for his gaze and touch. And he licked and nuzzled as though it was his brother's pleasure he feasted upon, stroked him in his hands, urged him with tender attention to full magnificent hardness. It was sweeter than he had known it could be, to see Loki awakened and manipulated by his own hands.