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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Thor_(Marvel), Loki_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Sibling_Incest, Shower_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, First
      Time, Rimming, Felching, 69_(Sex_Position), Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, Alternate_Universe_-_Human
  Series:
      Part 2 of Million_Dollar_Man
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-22 Words: 6595
****** i love you, honey, i'm ready to go ******
by thorduna
Summary
     Sequel to one_for_the_money,_two_for_the_show. A very happy and porny
     one.
      
     “Are you happy it's Friday?” he asks, sliding the tie from Thor's
     neck. Thor laughs and pulls him close, hands slipping to his ass in
     the same way they always seem to these days.
      
     Thor and Loki settle down into what they are to each other and
     celebrate. With shower sex. And bed sex. And some more.
Notes
     So many thanks to Mona, who is the best, most enthusiastic and
     supportive beta I could ever hope for. And also a fellow dirty mind.
     Watch the tags!
Loki has to (covertly!) breathe through his mouth when Thor comes home from
work: sweaty, over-heated, and too damned cranky to do anything but accept the
glass of cold water that Loki is handing to him.
 
The couple of business suits that Thor owns aren't expensive, but they're well-
fitted and maintained with enough care to help him climb the corporate ladder.
Or whatever. Loki doesn't really care, but he loves how the whole look comes
together: with his bun securely tied at the nape of his neck and his slim,
black tie framing his throat, making him look even taller, if that's even
possible. Thor has a variety of pastel coloured shirts to go with his black and
grey suits and there isn't one combination that he doesn't make look good.
 
And if Loki likes the way Thor looks all put together – professional and ready
to go – he loves it when Thor comes home all dishevelled and starts tearing his
clothes off. The dark grey suit jacket is already hanging over a chair,
forgotten.
 
Thor snatches the elastic from that bun and blond hair spills everywhere. His
tie is a little crooked, and the top button of his shirt is undone, which is
something Loki knows Thor had done the second he left the office.
 
He takes the water with a small smile and leans against the kitchen table,
gulping it down. Loki slips closer to him and undoes his tie carefully, then
opens the next two buttons of his shirt, fingers stroking the slightly damp
fabric of it. He loves the heat that Thor's skin always seems to radiate.
 
In fact, it's probably the thing that made him think of Thor as more than his
brother. Well, that, and his scent. When their mom died, Loki spent a lot of
time crying and Thor was always there, hugging him close. Loki isn't ashamed of
what he feels for Thor, but he still feels a little ungrateful when he
pinpoints those first prickles of... affection. That was time for mourning Mom,
not loving Thor. Not wantingThor.
 
On the other hand, what Mom always wanted was for Thor and Loki to be happy.
Sometimes Loki entertains the thought of what would happen if she appeared,
alive, for some outlandish reason that he usually picks up from a book or a
movie, and discovered that Odin has left them. She would whoop his ass so hard
that he'd be the one they would be burying. In the light of that, the pleasant
arrangement he now has with Thor seems like nothing.
 
It's not  nothing, of course. It's exhilarating and perfect and everything Loki
could hope for.
 
“Are you happy it's Friday?” he asks, sliding the tie from Thor's neck. Thor
laughs and pulls him close, hands slipping to his ass in the same way they
always seem to these days.
 
“What do you think, baby?”
 
“I think you're fucking thrilled and-”
 
“Language, Loki.”
 
Loki stares at him, mouth dropping open. Then he stuffs his hand between their
bodies and squeezes Thor's crotch; he's already half hard from Loki pressing
against him.
 
“Really?! That's what you're going to say to me?”
 
A pained expression crosses Thor's face and Loki loosens his grip, thinking he
maybe miscalculated the pressure.
 
“Sorry,” Thor murmurs, the corners of his mouth dropping down.
“Compartmentalization. I suck at it.”
 
Ah, shit. So, no, Loki didn't squeeze Thor too much. It was that caretaker
versus lover bullshit that Thor was still wrestling with.
 
“I didn't mean it like that,” Loki purrs, kissing Thor's neck, determined to
make this go away. “It's just- that, well... I wanted to tell you what I had
planned for us for the weekend, and I don't think I'm gonna be able to do that
without saying the word fuck.”
 
“Oh, you planned stuff?” Thor smiles, but he still looks a bit sad and that
just won't do. Loki reaches up to pet Thor's beard before leaning in to kiss
him gently. Thor's lips are the best – soft and plump and warm.
 
“I did,” he confirms firmly. “I was really looking forward to being with you
the whole weekend... uninterrupted...”
 
Thor's hands slip into Loki's hair, tugging at it more than smoothing it back
and he lets Loki crowd between his legs, grinding against him lightly and he's
glad that even if Thor seems to be having a  moment , at least he's not pushing
Loki away. “Okay. What does our weekend start with?”
 
Loki makes a big show of glancing at the kitchen clock. “Well, we have another
forty minutes before the take out sushi is due to arrive, so I would suggest a
shower. You know, wash the day off of you.”
 
He knows he sort of overdid it with the sushi. Both he and Thor know how to
cook well enough to make home-cooked meals enjoyable and sushi is expensive. If
there is a lecture instead of the sexy shower that Loki is aching for, their
weekend will be on its way to being a bust.
 
But Thor surprises him. He draws him even closer and nuzzles his hair. “Sounds
like a brilliant idea. Come on.”
 
-
 
In the bathroom, Loki hurriedly takes off his shirt and shorts and is naked
before Thor is even done unbuttoning his shirt. But that's just as well,
because Loki slaps Thor's fingers away and does it himself, popping the few
remaining buttons and pulling the shirt completely open before sliding it down
Thor's arms. He can't help but run his palms over Thor's biceps right after,
feeling the strong muscle.
 
Thor had to cancel his gym membership for a while after they were left alone
because money was tight, but he still did his best to exercise at home. The
sight of Thor doing push-ups or sit-ups or some very impressively gymnastic
moves – with the help of random furniture – gave Loki wank material for months.
These days, Thor can afford the gym again and Loki mourns the loss of seeing
him, but he can hardly complain about the results. Thor is massive and sculpted
and-
 
Loki almost dives for the zipper of Thor's dress pants. Fuck, he is horny.
Undoing Thor's pants is always like opening a present and this time is no
different. The slightly scratchy fabric sags as Loki flicks the plastic button
and opens the delicate zipper, then it slides down Thor's thighs. Loki hooks
his fingers under the waistband of Thor's boxers and drags them down, going to
his knees until both pieces of clothing are on the floor.
 
Thor laughs, sounding a little breathless, and Loki knows that despite getting
all moralon him sometimes, Thor loves seeing him on his knees in front of him.
 
And that makes Loki feel like million bucks.
 
“Go on, turn on the shower,” Thor shoos him away, taking off his socks and
picking up the discarded clothes. Loki huffs, but obeys. He likes obeying – in
some very specific, limited scenarios.
 
Like when Thor told him to stop Skyping with dudes.
 
Up to that point, Loki didn't think he had a chance. He had – sort of – come to
terms with he fact that he had the hots for his older brother and despite
knowing Thor loved him, he couldn't really imagine getting what he wanted from
him. It was a distant wish – the same way one wants to be an astronaut or maybe
a movie star or a millionaire. He wanted it, but thought he could never get it.
Until Thor walked in on him that day and put on a fuss of proportions that Loki
hadn't thought Thor was capable of.
 
And suddenly Thor knew everything about him. The things Loki liked to do. What
he looked like doing those things. And with every clench of Thor's jaw, with
every shift of his eyes away from Loki and then back again, with every blush
that spilled down Thor's throat and beneath the collar of his shirt, Loki felt
less and less inclined to undo all of Thor's work and to start chatting again.
 
Fuck all the dudes. He was done with substitutes and play pretend and hopeless
dreams.
 
He was getting Thor.
 
Thor follows him into the shower, hair pulled up into a fresh, messy bun on top
of his head and Loki just looks at him for a moment. Sometimes he can't seem to
really understand how someone like Thor can exist – how he can be both pretty,
with his long, soft hair that he puts into adorable updos, and rugged, with his
beard and big muscles – but Loki loves it all of it, his fucking body-
 
“Are you there?” Thor laughs and Loki shakes himself, stepping into the hot
spray.
 
“Mm, just admiring the view,” Loki smirks at him, as it's technically the
truth. More like admiring that, for once in my life, something is absolutely
perfect and it has everything to do with you.
 
“So am I,” Thor tells him and then there is a hand on his cheek, angling his
face up towards Thor's and Thor kisses him, lips wet and hot. Loki lets his jaw
fall slack to let Thor's tongue in and his cock twitches. He could probably
come ten times and it would still do that the second he felt Thor's tongue
between his lips. There is something about being kissed like that – by Thor –
that just undoes him every time. It's intimate and possessive and he can taste
him.
 
“I missed you,” Thor says once he draws back to let Loki breathe and Loki
blinks up at him through the rising steam, thrown by the suddenly earnest tone.
 
“Yes, because you haven't seen me for what, nine hours?” he laughs a little
nervously. Thor brushes the pad of his thumb over Loki's lip.
 
“Well, it was Friday at work, it felt longer,” Thor rolls his eyes, but then
slips back into the more serious tone. “I did, though, the whole week. I'm
really glad it's the weekend.”
 
Well, Loki can hardly disagree with that. “So am I... it means I have you all
to myself.”
 
He puts his hands on Thor's chest as he says it, rubbing his thumbs over Thor's
nipples. Thor groans and grabs him by the wrists, pulling his hands away and
pushing him against the wall. He can't even complain about the tiles being cold
as Thor kisses his neck and sucks lightly – but persistently – on the skin
there.
 
“Let's wash up first, yeah?”
 
Loki hides his grin as Thor lets him go and he turns to grab a sponge and
shower gel. Oh, they'll wash up alright. He squeezes some of the gel on the
sponge and starts lathering Thor's chest. “Since you work so hard, I'll do your
washing up for you.”
 
Thor just chuckles and lets Loki get on with it. Loki soaps him up thoroughly,
making sure Thor is covered from neck to toe in spicy-smelling suds all over
before he discards the sponge and presses his palms to Thor's slick skin. He
starts at the shoulders, grinning up at Thor who is smiling back, but there is
an edge to it – Loki is definitely getting what he wants today. He swirls his
hands all over the expanse of Thor's chest, then up his arms, dips into his
armpits – cue another twitch of his cock. He doesn't know why Thor's armpits
turn him on, but they do – and then he goes down to his knees again, wrapping
both hands around first one strong thigh, then the other.
 
Thor's cock is very much getting in his way, but Loki uncharacteristically
decides to show some restraint and not take it into his mouth right away. What
he does, though, is wash it, soaping it up carefully with both hands and doing
the same to Thor's balls; he even dares to dip back into Thor's crack. Thor
doesn't laugh or push his hands away, but when Loki trails his fingers back to
the length of Thor's cock, teasing and nothing more, Thor yanks him up to his
feet and kisses him breathless.
 
“You little tease- I love you so fucking much,” Thor pants against his lips
before pushing him even harder against the wall and muffling Loki's squeak with
his tongue.
 
Loki doesn't want to, but he needs to tap at Thor's chest to tell him to let go
a while later; his head is spinning. He would like to pretend it's from the
heat of the shower and the air thick with steam – along with his breathing
being severely hindered by Thor's kisses of course – but that's not all that it
is.
 
“Thor, oh fuck,” he gulps at the heavy air, eyes closed.
 
“I'm sorry, baby, you look pretty flushed,” Thor says and then a wave of cold,
dry air hits Loki's heated skin as Thor opens the shower stall doors and the
steam rolls out.
 
“Thanks,” Loki breathes, blinking his eyes open. Thor is a sight: stray suds
dabble his skin here and there and strands of wet hair are slipping free of his
bun. His lips are bright red – that's from kissing me – and his blue eyes are
dark.
 
“Do you want to get out?”
 
Loki considers saying yes. He'd like to think for a second about what Thor just
said to him, and it might be safer to do it somewhere he can breathe and not
worry about slipping and banging his head. But then again...
 
“Nope. I'm still all dirty.”
 
Thor looks him over from head to toe with a calculating expression and reaches
for a shower gel. It's a different one than what Loki used, this one is all
bright and smells of lime. Loki approves. Thor doesn't bother with any pretence
of using the sponge. He pours a hefty amount of the gel into his palms, rubs
his hands together, and then he is all over Loki.
 
Loki is once again reminded how big Thor is compared to him. And his hands...
they are large, as can be expected of a man of Thor's height and build, but his
fingers are long and shapely and Loki stares down at himself, watching them
splayed over his belly.
 
Then Thor kneels in front of him, and Loki blanks out for a moment. Jesus.
 
Thor takes his cock in soapy hands and strokes him for a few moments before he
takes away one hand and holds him in a loose grasp with the other.
 
“Lean on the wall and put your leg on my shoulder, baby,” Thor tells him in a
tone that brooks no argument.
 
Not that Loki would dream of giving him one, especially when it's clear that
there are only very, very good things ahead. He makes sure his right leg is
steady before pressing his back to the wall and lifting his left one, hooking
it over Thor's shoulder.
 
“Good,” Thor praises, kissing Loki's abdomen and giving his cock a couple more
strokes. Then he slips the fingers of his right hand up the inside of Loki's
bent knee, all the way to his ass.
 
Thor doesn't wait, and he doesn't tease – which Loki isn't expecting at all –
and presses a wet, soap-slicked digit into him in one stroke, making Loki swear
out loud.
 
“Fuck- fuck, Thor!”
 
Thor just laughs and pushes his finger all the way in – Loki can feel the rest
of his hand brushing against his ass – before stilling his hand.
 
“Now, when I have my finger in your pretty, tight hole, what do you call me?”
 
“Daddy,” Loki moans. Thor has some very specific ideas about what he wants and
when he wants it and, as a result, Loki rarely gets to actually call him
'daddy'.
 
But when he does get the chance, it's fucking worth it.
 
Thor starts to finger him slowly; the fit is tight with only the shower gel to
help, but Loki doesn't mind. He loves the tightness of it, the feeling that
Thor – even his fingers – is too large for him. Plus Thor is still stroking his
cock in time with his thrusts,and that just makes it perfect.
 
When he withdraws, Loki whines.
 
“Shh,” Thor scolds him with a smile and very carefully manoeuvres around Loki
to get the bottle again, squeezing more of the lime green gel onto his fingers.
He's got the middle and index finger of his right hand pressed together and
fists his other hand over them, gliding them up and down to lather the soap
which, incidentally, also gives Loki a very clear idea of what it will look
like when these fingers go into him. He pants and holds on to Thor's shoulders,
glad he has that extra bit of support when Thor drags the tips of his fingers
over Loki's hole, massaging and exposing the fragile, stretched skin, before
pushing back in.
 
“Oh, baby, you love this, don't you?” Thor smiles when he wraps his free hand
around Loki's cock once again and finds it hard and straining to come.
 
“Fuck you, you know I do,” Loki tries to tell him off, but it comes out
sounding weak. He doesn't care. Thor's long fingers are burning in his ass and
he squeezes around them deliberately, even if it hurts a bit, just to feel how
uncompromising they are. And then Thor starts to finger-fuck him smoothly,
pulling out almost to the tips of his fingers and then forcing Loki open again
as he thrusts all the way in again, fingers crooked to stretch him even more
and tease at his prostate.
 
“Your nipples, baby,” Thor tells him. “Pinch them for me. Hard.”
 
That little command alone sends Loki over the edge; the first twinges of his
orgasm start low in his belly and work their way down. Loki can't really see,
his vision is all fuzzy, black dots , but he attempts to do what Thor tells
him, fingers scrambling over his own chest before he finds the nubs and digs
the sharp edges of his nails into them. The jolt it sends through his body
makes his orgasm even better.
 
He blinks. For some reason he can't quite work out, he's upside down and cold
air is rushing around him.
 
Fuck.
 
He doesn't know whether to be embarrassed or turned on anew. He's thrown over
Thor's shoulder, one of Thor's arms is still wedged between his legs – he can
imagine himself keeling over as they were (he certainly came hard enough to
black out) and Thor simply picking him up – and the other is wrapped around
Loki's waist.
 
Loki winces and yelps when the side of his knee bashes into the door frame as
Thor makes his way into the bedroom, the pain a warm but bearable throb when
Thor gingerly lowers him onto the bed.
 
“Hey there,” Thor whispers, palming his cheek. “Okay?”
 
“I'm fine,” Loki murmurs. Thor nods and disappears just for a second, returning
with a large towel that he drapes over Loki like a blanket. Loki is drenched,
but thankfully soap-free. How long was he out?
 
Just then, the doorbell rings.
 
“That'll be the food,” Thor says, kissing Loki's forehead. “I'll get it.”
 
Loki lounges – still dazed – and half-heartedly tries to dry himself. As his
senses come back to him, a smile starts to tug at his lips.
 
Thor is fucking awesome.
 
He's full-on grinning when Thor comes back, wrapped in a dressing gown and
carrying a large pitcher of water and a glass.
 
Thor smiles at him sheepishly and pours him a glass of water. Loki drinks down
it gratefully, but he would like it if Thor didn't look quite so concerned..
 
“I passed out,” Loki announces happily after he empties his glass, “because you
fingered me so well.”
 
Thor huffs and rolls his eyes. He looks like he's trying not to smile. “Loki,
come on, it's not funny, you could have been hurt...”
 
“Mmm, I wasn't though,” Loki licks a drop of water from his lips and leans over
to kiss Thor. “You were there, holding me steady... carrying me to bed... I'm
enjoying all this, in case you haven't noticed.”
 
“Yeah, I know, but-”
 
“No buts. Well, my butt. Yes, concern yourself with that.”
 
“Loki,” Thor says sternly. Sadly, it's his big brother voice, not his daddy
voice. “Listen to me and then I promise we don't need to leave this bed the
whole weekend.”
 
“I'm listening.”
 
“You can tell me 'no' any time you want. Whenever. Whatever happens. You don't
need to do this, okay? I will always take care of you, no matter what. This-”
Thor gestures between the two of them. “This isn't the condition of you having
a home, or being fed, or, I don't know. Anything.”
 
Loki sighs loudly. “You done?”
 
“I'll be done when you tell me you get it.”
 
They stare at each other and Loki spreads his arms in frustration. “Thor,
you're the one who doesn't get it. You don't even see yourself, do you? You
don't know what kind of person you are. But I do. I know that I could have
ended up in foster care, because what twenty-year-old would agree to saddle
themselves with their adopted kid sibling?”
 
“But that's what I'm saying!” Thor yelps. “If this is some misplaced gratitude-
”
 
“It's fucking not. It's the fact that you are the best person I've ever known.
I know that you're not forcing me or whatever, because I know you. And you
think this is normal, the way you are, this kind and giving and- and it's not,
okay? That's just you. Nobody else is like you. And I- I love you and I trust
you and please can we stop this conversation right now?!”
 
Loki is aware that sometime during his rant his vision has gone blurry and he's
crying. He wipes at his cheeks angrily and glances at Thor.
 
“Okay,” Thor whispers. “Okay, come here.”
 
Loki finds himself crushed into a tight hug and he sniffs into Thor's shoulder.
They lie down together, snuggling; Thor is murmuring something into Loki's hair
and Loki can't really hear him, but it all sounds lovely just the same.
 
Then Thor clears his throat and leans away just a bit, only enough to be able
to smooth Loki's hair from his face and smile at him.
 
“Good thing you ordered sushi instead of something else.”
 
“Why?”
 
“Because you don't have to worry about it getting cold. I shoved it in the
fridge for now...I have a feeling I won't be leaving this bed for a while.”
 
“Oh yeah?” Loki smirks, warmth spreading through his limbs. Thor finally
understands. “What are you planning that's gonna keep you here?”
 
“Well,” Thor drawls. “There is this dangerously pretty baby on top of my
covers... and I have something in mind I know he'll like.”
 
“Let me tell you what I would like first,” Loki says drily. “I'd like you to
take that damn robe off.”
 
“Surprisingly, I can't argue with you,” Thor laughs and sits up to toss the
garment away.
 
“So what's this thing that dangerous me will like?” Loki teases. In truth, he
has a certain idea and he dearly hopes he's right. Thor grabs his hips with
both hands, possessive and strong, and Loki groans.
 
“Turn around,” Thor says flippantly and urges Loki to roll over before pulling
him to his knees. Loki keeps his shoulders and face pressed to the bed, though,
and deliberately spreads his legs wide while sloping his back.
 
He knows full well how he looks positioned this way. He has photographed and
filmed himself like this enough, but there is still a special thrill in doing
it for Thor alone. He never wants to do it for anyone but his brother ever
again.
 
“Oh god, baby...” he can hear Thor moaning behind him and then there are hands
on his ass, parting his cheeks wide.
 
We need to film ourselves some time, Loki thinks feverishly as Thor kneads his
ass and spreads him open, exposing his hole to both the chilly air and his own
gaze. Just for us. He needs to see this.
 
Thor kisses the small of his back and Loki nearly whoops in delight. He shifts
so that he's sloped even more, most of his weight on his forearms that he has
folded above his head and he turns over his shoulder to at least partly see
Thor. The contorted position is worth it when he spies Thor pulling back one
hand to bring it to his mouth and lick his thumb. He's jostled on the bed a
little as Thor shifts his grip to part Loki's cheeks and hold them open with
one hand only, and he presses the wet thumb to Loki's hole, rubbing in circles
until Loki can feel himself opening up again.
 
“Gorgeous,” Thor hums. Then he's grabbing handfuls of Loki's ass with both
hands and leaning forward and-
 
Loki keens and burrows his face in his arms. He can feel the scratch of Thor's
beard, the hot gust of his breath, but most of all, there is his tongue,
sweeping broadly over his hole.
 
It's hot and wet and wonderfully unbearable.
 
“Yes, yes, yes, daddy!”
 
He twitches as Thor laughs against him and, in return, Thor grabs him harder by
the hips to steady him. Then he pulls away, nuzzling the cheeks of Loki's ass.
“That's right, baby, the same thing I said about fingering applies when I'm
eating your pretty hole.”
 
Loki sobs into the pillow and tries to wriggle to let Thor know he needs his
mouth back now. Thor speaking to him like that makes him completely fucking
lose it.
 
Thor either gets it, or he was going to do it anyway, and his tongue is back on
Loki's hole, teasing around briefly and then licking in until Loki's belly
quivers. He can feel the muscle giving in without his permission and any
second-
 
Ooooh. Oh fuck. Thor's tongue is inside and Loki cries out. Thor wastes no time
and pushes deeper, his beard scratching Loki savagely, but he couldn't care
less, because his tongue is huge and slippery in Loki's ass and Loki could
probably come again any minute.
 
And Thor just keeps at it. Loki's knees wobble underneath him, but there's no
escape; he's no match for his brother's strength, and Thor holds him where he
wantshim.
 
“Thor,” Loki moans. It feels so fucking good. But then Thor stops and Loki
doesn't see why on earth he would, and he starts squirming. It sort of makes
sense though, when he twists around to see that Thor isn't actually stopping,
but pausing to push his thumb into Loki's now-loose hole.
 
“You're all wet, baby,” Thor says, smugly, fucking Loki with his thumb.
 
“Well you- Jesus!” Whatever Loki was going to say is wiped away when Thor pulls
the thumb out harshly and sticks it in his mouth, giving Loki a smirk before
once again rounding his lips around the digit. And then Loki's ass is hitched
up even higher in the air and Thor is fusing his mouth over his hole, sucking
at it.
 
Loki can't say how long it actually lasts, only that by the time Thor twists
him onto his back, Loki is rock hard and almost crazy with the need to come.
His hole is dripping with spit and feels lose enough to take even Thor's
considerable girth.
 
Thor wipes his mouth and Loki forces himself to blink the blur out of his eyes
and focus on him. His hair is all sloppy and tussled and he is kneeling over
Loki, all huge – and hard – and looks ready to devour him.
 
Ha. As though he hasn't been doing a good impression of exactly that for the
last- however long it's been.
 
Wordlessly, Thor reaches for one of Loki's hands and guides it between Loki's
legs. Loki understands why when he tentatively touches his hole and finds it
slick and open and puffy in a way that he usually only achieved with hours of
harsh fingering. And while yes, Thor did finger him some, this is almost
entirely the work of his tongue.
 
“Oh, I love that,” Loki breathes. “You got me all ready for your cock.”
 
“Almost,” Thor corrects and shuffles away for a bit, coming back with a bottle
of lube. Then he hesitates and Loki holds his breath.
 
“Can you... hold yourself open for me?”
 
Fuck. Loki has to squeeze his eyes shut and grab the covers with both hands to
stop himself from touching his cock and coming right then and there. After a
few deep breaths, he opens his eyes and wriggles to get more comfortable. He
briefly teases at Thor's chest with his toes, then pulls his knees to his own
chest and lets them fall open. Now that he's in a better position to do as Thor
asked, Loki lifts his hips higher, sliding his hands over his thighs and then
underneath to his ass to pull himself open. And he's not doing it shyly either;
his fingers slip all the way to the rim of his hole, making sure he pulls the
skin before finding a good grip on the curve of his cheeks and holding on.
 
“Like this, daddy?”
 
The look Thor gives him tells him that neither of them have any chance. Thor
will need to fuck Loki right now if he doesn't want to go crazy, and Loki's ass
will finally get the desperately-wanted – yet slightly feared – pounding from
Thor's thick cock. It's happening.
 
But first things first. Thor puts some lube on his fingers and slides them into
Loki in a way that is by now well known and loved by the both of them. Loki
feels very exposed, but the heat of Thor's fingers is amazing and he throws
caution to the wind and rolls with it.
 
“Thor, fuck, yes,” he prompts, the words spilling out of his mouth.
 
“I need you, baby, I need it,” Thor groans, pulling his fingers out, sounding
almost apologetic.
 
“Yes, do it, please.” Loki is moaning even as he watches Thor spread more lube
onto his cock and, fuck, look at that – it's so big and so thick, the tip of it
red and crowning as Thor squeezes himself. Loki wonders if he'll flip him back
over on his knees, but instead Thor crowds over him as they are, kissing him
sloppily and, damn, Loki can feel the hot, slick head bumping into his crack.
He scrambles to wrap his hand around it and lead it and Thor lets him, still
kissing him greedily, tongue fucking between Loki's lips in the same way he's
about to fuck into his ass.
 
Thor is so hard that Loki's rim yields almost immediately and Loki shouts as
the wide, capped head slides inside him.
 
“Alright?” Thor asks him. He's barely inside Loki, he's panting as if he's just
run a marathon. Loki's free hand is gripping Thor's bicep and he can feel the
tremble there, the strain of Thor holding himself up and steady.
 
“More,” is all that Loki can really say.
 
And that's what Thor gives him. It feels like a never-ending slide before Thor
is pressed flushed to him and he drops his head to the crook of Loki's neck.
Loki pulls the hand trapped between them free and wraps his arms around Thor's
shoulders, his legs squeezing Thor's hips, and bites his lip. Then, very
deliberately, he turns his head so that his mouth hovers by Thor's ear and he
whispers:
 
“Ruin me.”
 
A full-body tremor ripples through Thor and he jerks his head back to look Loki
in the eye.
 
Loki nods. And then he screams as Thor pulls back and slams into him, hard. And
then again. And again.
 
The feeling is nothing like Loki has ever known. He feels heavy and weightless
at the same time, and the more his hole burns, the harder his cock gets.
 
“Thor,” he chants again and again. “Thor.”
 
“Loki, fuck, I'm-”
 
All of a sudden Thor is gone from his arms – and his ass – and Loki blinks to
see him kneeling up. He feels empty without his brother's cock inside him, but
it doesn't last long. Thor presses Loki's knees together and hitches his hips
so that he's practically on his lap, and then he's slipping inside again,
holding Loki's entire body to his seek out his pleasure.
 
It's so easy for Thor to manipulate his body, to bend and twist and hold Loki
how he wants him – something about it drives Loki wild, and he decides to use
it to his advantage. He moans openly, trying to reach forward to grab one of
Thor's arms, and when he manages, Loki drags Thor's hand to his chest – leaving
Thor to hold him around the thighs with one powerful arm and keep fucking high
and hard into him – and tries to get him to play with his nipples.
 
Thor catches on and grins at him, all teeth. “You wanna come, baby?”
 
“Yes, please,” Loki pants.
 
Thor brushes a thumb lightly over one of Loki's nipples, and Loki whines
because it's not enough.
 
“This is how you like to come, huh? Stuffed full and getting your pretty nubs
played with?”
 
“Daddy, please, just make me come,” Loki begs, his nails leaving scratches
around Thor's wrists as he tries to get him to play with him properly.
 
Thor fucks into him deeply a couple of times and then picks up speed, tearing
his hand from Loki's grip with no effort at all. He flicks at the swollen head
of Loki's cock, and Loki sobs.
 
“All right, baby, I think you've earned it,” Thor croons and then his fingers
are toying with Loki's nipples, rubbing gently before pinching them hard, just
the way Loki wants him to. “Like this, baby, do you like that? You like daddy
playing with you? So pretty...”
 
Loki cries out, curling in on himself after a particularly sharp pinch and
comes all over his belly, feeling it pulse through his whole body as his chest
throbs in hot pain and his ass clenches around Thor's cock. Dimly, he notices
Thor pushing his knees open and kneeling over him as he rams in a couple more
times, and then Thor is groaning and Loki moans at the feeling of Thor's cock
thickening deep inside him, filling him up.
 
He's coming down as Thor's letting go, and Loki can feel each pulse of Thor's
orgasm stretching at his insides. He makes himself uncoil and relax enough to
take in every amazing – and weird – sensation. Thor carefully pulls out a while
later, leaving a hot and sticky trail along the underside of Loki's thigh
before lying down next to him and pulling him close.
 
“Loki- Jesus, are you okay?” Thor breathes into his ear. “Loki,” he presses on.
“Sweetheart, are you all right? I'm sorry, it was-”
 
Loki blindly turns to kiss Thor lazily. “Shut up,” he whispers without meaning
to. His voice seems to have gone somewhere. “It was perfect. I'm perfect.”
 
Thor is silent for a moment, and then laughs, clearly relieved. “Yeah. That you
are.”
 
A bit later, Thor tentatively touches Loki's chest, causing Loki to shudder
hard. Thor looks down Loki's body and takes in a sharp breath. “Loki, I'm-”
 
Loki ventures a glance at himself – his nipples are glaring red and hot on his
otherwise pale chest. “It's fine,” he assures Thor. “I like that. This just
happens... it's the other side of sensitive, I guess...”
 
They spend the next moments catching their breath, snuggling and kissing, when
a thought enters Loki's mind. He knows a lot, in theory, about sex, but it
still feels a bit odd to be voicing his desires to Thor. But if he doesn't ask,
he won't get it...
 
“Thor...?”
 
“Mm?”
 
“There is something I think... I think I'd like you to do now, if you would...”
 
Thor opens his eyes. His whole face seems to light up with pleasure and
curiosity. “That sounds intriguing.” He presses a quick kiss to Loki's mouth.
“What is it?”
 
“Would you...eat me out now? You know, while your-”
 
Thor's mouth falls open and Loki cringes, worrying that maybe Thor thinks it's
a gross idea. But then his hand pushes between Loki's thighs and past his cock,
the pads of his fingers gently brushing over the slick, hot skin.
 
“Are you sure you're not too sensitive for it?”
 
Loki bites his lips. “I don't think so.”
 
“In that case,” Thor kisses him again, deeply this time. “Get your butt up and
kneel over me.”
 
Loki almost knees Thor in the face in his excitement, but in the end they
settle nicely: Thor stretched out on his back as Loki turns around and gets to
all fours above him, his ass hovering over Thor's face and his own head
pillowed on Thor's abdomen. He lets his knees slide apart as far as he can
stand; he's practically lying out flat on top of Thor, and Thor only needs to
stuff a pillow under his own head to have the perfect access between Loki's
spread cheeks. He thumbs Loki's hole a bit and Loki squirms, feeling the first
trickle of Thor's come dribble out.
 
“This is so gorgeous, baby,” Thor tells him and Loki shivers at the feeling of
Thor's breath against his intimate skin. “You are all pink and loose... I can
see what I've been doing to you...”
 
“Thor, please, your mouth,” Loki moans.
 
“Ah ah,” Thor tuts, pushing the tip of his thumb in. “What do you want – be
specific. And what do we say...?”
 
Distantly, Loki thinks that Thor is really fucking good at this when he chooses
to be. But two can play this game. Loki is turned on again, but he's not so
lost in it that he can't weigh words carefully to make sure they leave the most
impact.
 
“Daddy, please, eat me out... I'm all sloppy with your come and I need you to
clean me up.”
 
“Fuck, Loki,” Thor curses and then his tongue is right there, licking Loki
until he feels wide open again, Thor's come steadily leaking out of him. He
rocks against Thor's body and looks up, unsurprised but pleased to find Thor
hard.
 
He doesn't even think before wrapping a hand around the root of Thor's thick
cock and pushing it into his mouth, groaning as it prompts Thor to fuck his
tongue into him even more.
 
They build up a slow, filthy rhythm: Loki pushing his burning ass onto Thor's
tongue again and again as he sucks him down at the same time. They are both
still wound up and sensitive; it doesn't take long before Loki is happily
swallowing another helping of come when Thor releases deep in his mouth, and
then has no qualms about grinding himself against Thor's mouth and chest until
he hits another orgasm, too.
 
Afterwards they sprawl, exhausted. Loki is still on top of Thor with his legs
cradling either side of Thor's face, simply because Thor doesn't seem to mind.
 
In the end, Thor drops a kiss onto the inside of Loki's thigh and gently rolls
him off.
 
Loki cracks an eye just in time to see Thor lean over him, hair now completely
undone and messy, smiling widely.
 
He looks as happy and content as Loki feels.
 
“So, how about another shower?”
 
“Mmm,” Loki agrees. “And then sushi?”
 
Thor nods. “And then sushi.”
 
 
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