A tangle of sensation: Thor's mouth and its hot, fragile inner texture; Thor's strength shoving at him and battling him to his knees; the same powerful hands drawn over his skin; naked Thor, densely, splendidly built, his body against Loki's bare thighs, his shoulders like mountains where Loki gripped, his weight an anchor, his arms a harbor. The fire licked at them and gilded Thor's profile.
Loki tugged restlessly at his roaming hands to say here, and here, here, above my heart, is where I longed for, here the line of his hips where none other dared to touch, here, the hollow between throat and collarbone, it is sensitive. But this was not out of irritation with some insufficiency, but out of a thin-ice trust. If he might truly have what he wished, if Thor would... and when not engaged in this he took Thor's head in his hands and gazed at him with frightened daring or urged him to kiss again, slow and tongue-glorious.
Was the clock still ticking. What sentiment was this that broke into the cold caverns of his heart. His toes curled in the dense pile of the rug. His two hands rested upon Thor's mighty chest, deeply gratified by the span of muscle and his small, tender nipples, and he thought--surprised by the idea--he could pleasure his brother the same as he did any lover he wished to seduce or ruin. He might use all his little tricks and skills and see Thor in his passion and it would not be... Troubled his brow, an anxious frown on his lips as he drew back to survey Thor's handsome, flushed face.
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Loki tugged restlessly at his roaming hands to say here, and here, here, above my heart, is where I longed for, here the line of his hips where none other dared to touch, here, the hollow between throat and collarbone, it is sensitive. But this was not out of irritation with some insufficiency, but out of a thin-ice trust. If he might truly have what he wished, if Thor would... and when not engaged in this he took Thor's head in his hands and gazed at him with frightened daring or urged him to kiss again, slow and tongue-glorious.
Was the clock still ticking. What sentiment was this that broke into the cold caverns of his heart. His toes curled in the dense pile of the rug. His two hands rested upon Thor's mighty chest, deeply gratified by the span of muscle and his small, tender nipples, and he thought--surprised by the idea--he could pleasure his brother the same as he did any lover he wished to seduce or ruin. He might use all his little tricks and skills and see Thor in his passion and it would not be... Troubled his brow, an anxious frown on his lips as he drew back to survey Thor's handsome, flushed face.