Warnings:
HJ, inc, M/M, oral, rim, finger, M/M explicit sex
Thor's arms came around Loki, muscular and warm, the big brother he momentarily forgot to hate.
When was the last time Thor had properly fucked him? Loki's eyes fluttered shut, his lips coming parted; he felt the slick trail of his own arousal stream past the tip of his cock, he batted Thor's hand as on impulse as it came to touch him there. Thor moved in until he was all the way inside him, till his hips pressed hard to the curve of his behind, then he remained still in place.
There was his breath, hot at Loki's shoulder, his stubble brushing the nape of his neck.
Even bent over like this, Loki was unquestionably in charge. He turned his head partway back to regard his brother, his voice came elegantly charged with loathing when he said,
"
Fuck me already."
Like a command.
Thor's voice came in a low growl, he wasn't pleased being talked to this way.
But this felt so fucking good, how could he resist— "Behave," he warned, and Loki's laugh came dry and sarcastic, with a low intake of breath that was unintended pleasure. "You're a beast, Thor," he said, "you're a lumbering brute, this is what you're good for."
His gaze met Thor's from over his shoulder, as though knowingly convening, "And good at it you are, make no mistake."
Thor withdrew at once, his member wet and glistening as it slid past Loki's behind; he gripped him by the hips and forcibly turned him around as to face him, then muttered through gritted teeth, "I have had it with your insolence—"
"Thor…" Loki chuckled, both hands raised as in mockery of a peace offering, "No need to get angry, brother." He leaned before him, hands going delicately to Thor's hips. "Let's see— you showed me how to do this just now, didn't you? He parted his lips just at Thor's member, tongue reaching out just to the tip—
He didn't touch him quite yet, his eyes met his brother's. Thor was gazing down with visible anticipation, breath drawn, ribs protruding slightly. Loki had him wait only a little bit before taking the tip in his mouth, eyes still trained on him,
tell me how good I am at doing this, Thor.
He let the member slide in past his lips, all the way along his tongue to his throat,
tasting himself on it. He really liked doing this.
Thor tasted so good.
He appeared almost bored when he allowed it out, he was fucking himself with his own fingers, and Thor wondered how he somehow looked regal doing something so base. Loki regarded him from where he was still licking at his cock, the fluid glistening from his lips to the tip of the wet member.
"Get this inside me," he said, "I'm so deprived I could die."
Thor glared irritably,
but he wanted to get it inside him, too. Loki had turned around on his own, he'd bent over and was fingering himself, two digits in all the way. Thor gripped his behind with both hands, he struck hard at the flesh, Loki's voice came in a desperate cry that rang unmistakably with satisfaction.
"
Again," he muttered, there was hunger in his voice, Thor found himself all too compelled to oblige. He slapped him two more times, relentlessly, his own hand hurt from the impact. Loki did not turn around, his hair hung over his face like a veil as there came the hot expiration of his breath.
"
Yes…" he hummed lowly.
Thor leaned behind him, still gripping his ass, he bit lightly at the tender flesh and then brought his tongue to the entrance, breathing humidly against him as he got it in far as it would go.
"
F…fuck—"
Loki muttered, and his voice wavered just a bit when he said coldly again, "I thought I told you to fuck me."
When finally Thor did, and finally there came the hot slide of flesh inside him, Loki uttered a soundless
thank you, as in tremendous relief. He went on his knees, arms crossed on the floor, head resting on them. "
Faster," he said, "strike me again."
It was so good. He wouldn't dare tell Thor how good he was at that. How many women had his brother been with? How loved and adored had he been by all, how many conquests had he had while his friends ridiculed Loki both to his face and behind his back…?
When Thor's hand came on Loki's member, Loki didn't try to stop him, even if he disliked losing control. He said to him,
harder, he told him he was terrible at it, an utter beast, inelegant and crass. He was cursing and swearing at him all through, telling him it was a dreadful experience altogether.
"Yeah?" Thor asked finally, breathless and vastly annoyed, and he finally stopped all at once, difficult as it were to do. "Then why do you ask me to do this, if it's so utterly dreadful…!"
Loki practically shouted at him then, "
Who asked you to stop…!"
"
Brother! I am not your pet to be toyed with at your whims…!"
"And yet you cannot be of use at even the basest means!"
Loki scrambled on the floor for his staff; his limbs rearranged into a sitting position with something like aristocratic grace as he pointed the staff at his brother, and elegantly told him, "You will address me politely, and you will finish."
Thor glared, but did not say a word.
Loki added, "And this time, you will not disappoint me so vastly at it." He rose to his feet, staff still directed at Thor. "Lie on your back," he said. Thor complied without a word, carefully arranging himself on the floor. He was stroking himself with one hand,
but he had remained hard even through their argument.
Without a word, Loki came to stand over him, with a foot on either side of Thor's hips, still with the staff directed toward him. It was now dangerously close to Thor's face, which was very unsettling, but Thor knew Loki intended just that. He waited expectantly.
Loki's gaze went from Thor's face to his arms, and he nodded with his chin, "put your arms behind your head. His brother complied, and without warning Loki shot at his wrists with his weapon. Thor shifted straight away, cursing with irritation, and Loki laughed at that; he merely bound his wrists with an icy restraint.
He rolled his eyes, chuckling, "Thor, you really are a coward."
He trailed the back of one hand against his brother's cheek with feigned compassion, "Should I do your mouth, too?"
"You've had your fun, get on with it," Thor said, and Loki replied, "Impatient, are we?"
Truth was, much as he enjoyed tormenting Thor, Loki was impatient, himself.
He actually really loved how it felt when Thor fucked him,
and he hated that he did.
He went on his knees on either side of Thor's hips, still fingering himself, and slowly brought the member to his entrance.
Thor's eyes went shut, his hips rose from the floor, he lifted his head as to see. Loki's head was tilted backward, dark hair trailing behind him. His own cock was slick on his abdomen, deliberately neglected, he was slowly guiding Thor's member inside himself, lips parted.
"Do it hard this time," he said, his eyes closed; and he didn't say,
love me, please love me, big brother.
To be continued… A/N: If anyone likes RPing these two, please send me a message~
