Thor x Loki

Warnings:

Light bondage, HJ, inc, M/M, oral, rim, finger, 3Plus

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There were times Loki had neglected his guard, but not often, because he was clever and meticulous on how he handled himself. Whether now he had slipped or given up voluntarily, Thor did not know, but that Loki were inwardly vulnerable was nothing new. His hand on the staff was forgotten, the other tight in Thor's hair, he was staring with childlike innocence.

The brush of stubble against Loki's wrist, Thor's humid breath, his hair swinging gold; Loki completely detested him, his insufferable, narcissistic brother, who, as it turned out, wasn't his brother at all.

But no matter how many times Loki had told himself this, he couldn't imagine him as anything but: he hated and loathed him with exactly the kind of jealousy only brothers felt. In that moment, Loki might almost be fooled to think Thor was beautiful. He was very proficient, that was for sure.

Hands still bound, still completely naked, Thor had at his member with a deft sort of skill that almost had him humbled; it was beautifully profane.

"Is that good," Loki whispered, and it came so blatantly curious it made Thor laugh. His expiration was warm with his voice, he drew the member out past his lips, fluid glittering wet in its wake.

"Do you want to know, little brother," he asked, and Loki scowled to be ridiculed.

"No," he said tonelessly, "I rather prefer watching you at it." Whatever other smart remark he had prepared never came, he closed his eyes breathlessly, lips mutely parted. This was every bit as good as he'd always heard.

With his hands bound, Thor had got himself messy, the member had slipped from his mouth and got him wet on his chin, the side of his face; Loki licked his lips absently, he reached down to wipe at his cheek with the hand he had used for holding his hair. He liked seeing him like this. He might almost appear subjugated if he weren't so aggravatingly good at it.

Thor allowed the member out and messily went for Loki's fingers, it had him gasp, somehow he was so dirty about this bit, too; there came profane sounds as he sucked at the digits, then took his member again, breath hot, hair swinging;

"All right," Loki said, "teach me, then."

He hesitated, uncertain whether he really desired to use his magic for this, it was crass and inelegant; but he succumbed ultimately to it nevertheless, and had used his illusion spell to create a double image of himself. Only this once, he chastised himself inwardly, it is unfitting to use powerful magic for things such as this.

Thor protested irritably, he'd got the member out of his mouth, lips entirely wet. "This isn't how I meant," he said, and it made Loki smile with pretense of absolute virtue. "But you don't call the shots, dear brother," he said, forgetting he'd not intended to address Thor as brother again.

Now he had both Loki and his counterpart laughing, yeah, that's not new, Thor said, very funny. It became evident his brother had no plans of undoing his binds. The double had joined Thor on the floor, and he was reminded how adept Loki were at trickery, because you'd never be able to tell one wasn't real, or who the original was.

The Loki who had gone on his knees next to Thor grinned at him toothily, visibly pleased to see him annoyed.

"So this is what I'm like from close up," he said as with inward speculation, he got his hands on the member, then slid them down to the hips and the bony protrusion of the iliac crests, like he was fascinated, like he were possessive that it were all his. Thor observed this with something between a quirk of the eye and a smile, aware here was something Loki never tried before. The still-standing Loki, the original one, brought one hand to his duplicate's hair, he caressed him slowly, more with knowing familiarity than narcissism or pride.

"Go on," the one on his knees turned to Thor, he said, "show me."

"Can I please have my hands free," Thor sighed, and Loki laughed, "do you take me for an imbecile? You'll overpower me straight away." For all his pride, he was very aware of his own limitations. Thor thought he would very much like to overpower Loki and put him in his place, but when he'd made the suggestion in regard to his hands, he really had meant to use them to teach him.

"Keep the rest of the restraint on, then," Thor said, aware he was giving suggestions as to his own binding, "there's two of you and one of me, anyway."

When finally Thor's hands were released, he turned the wrist joints slowly, flexing and tightening his hands, like they were sore. He really would have loved to swing a punch at Loki for his insolence, but he would do better.

"All right," he said, taking the member in one hand, Loki gasped as he did so, it still was wet and raw from before. Loki who was on his knees beside him was watching, utterly fascinated to see from so close, lips parted with breath, he was now certain Thor was beautiful. The thought came before he'd ever intended it, and he disliked the helplessness of feeling so in earnest, but it wasn't something he could dismiss or deny.

There came wet sounds as Thor allowed the member out, it emerged slick and glistening, his voice was low,

"Come here, baby brother."

Loki had visibly tried to force composure, but his eyes glinted with something between fascination and hunger, he inadvertently licked at his lips. Thor turned to him, still holding the member in hand, wetly stroking. That he was naked was visibly blatant now that he was beside both Loki and his double, who were both clothed. He clearly knew not the meaning of shame, as he didn't seem bothered.

He brought the wet tips of his fingers to Loki's bottom lip, pressing down slightly, he said to him, Suck.

Loki flushed with embarrassment and anger, deliberately not parting his lips, but Thor was too strong for him; both Loki's hands came on Thor's wrist as his brother pressed the digits into his mouth, onto his tongue, he was smiling, the bastard. Loki's voice came in muffled protest, Thor had managed to fuck his mouth with his fingers several times before he'd got out of his grasp.

"Idiot!" Loki seethed, lips wet and breath heavy, but Thor took his jaw in one hand, he said, "Silence, you wanted to learn, did you not?"

Loki was partway to swearing at him again, but Thor was stroking the member, it felt very nice, for the one of him who was stood before them. Thor knew how curious he was to try. He motioned to him with his finger, come here, he took Loki's hand in his and put it on the member, "That ought to feel familiar," he said.

"Shut up!"

He got his other hand at the back of Loki's head and was encouraging him forth, that's it, Loki's eyes fluttered shut as he took it in his mouth.

Inhumanly careful.

Thor watched, fascinated, here was experimental innocence at its purest form; Loki had got his free hand on his other self's hip, he was suckling with gentle, longing attention, like he couldn't let go, like it was too good. The fluid glittered wet at his lips, streaming out the corner of his mouth, and his double's hand came down in his hair, softly encouraging. Thor leaned in to lap at the streamlet glistening on his chin, he had to pry two digits at Loki's bottom lip to get him to let the member out.

"No—" Loki murmured briefly, he reached after it, frustrated, Thor turned his head toward him and kissed his mouth.

"When did you get so dirty," he asked, even as they kissed Loki was trying to get a hand on the member again. They each had one hand on it, they were trying for it in-between kisses, possessively, now Thor was tugging at Loki's trousers, the one who was standing upright.

He'd got them down to mid-thigh, his large hands suntanned and strong as he slid them over the boy's naked hips. He knew that even as they went at it, his brother was watching, both he and Loki kissed his stomach, his thighs, the line of the inguinal ridge.

"Come here," he said, taking him by the hand, he tapped Loki's thighs and asked them to move them a bit more apart. Past the point of pride or protest, his brother complied, Thor had got his hands on Loki's behind from beneath and reached up to tongue the small opening. Loki cursed, in a way that made his double look up, but Thor distracted him as he motioned for him to come closer.

His lips and his chin were entirely wet when he pulled back, breath humid, he kissed Loki's mouth and muttered, "Now you."

He held his thighs parted for him, observing, Loki was oddly delicate the way he positioned himself between his thighs. He was wet along the perineum where Thor had had at him, Thor's hand was encouraging in his hair, he slid the strands away from his forehead. Loki reached out with his tongue tentatively at first, fingers too careful, he lapped at the opening and moaned despite himself. His hands went tight against the flesh of his double's thighs, he emerged wet and breathless, eyes closed, he whispered, Please, I want more—

"Look at you," Thor muttered hoarsely, Loki gasped when he seized his mouth, Thor kissed him with unrestrained hunger while blindly bringing both their hands back to the opening. There issued slick, profane sounds as he got both their fingers past the entrance together, gracelessly, too fast. Loki gasped, but it came a desperate, pleading sort of sound, like they weren't deep enough in.

 

(On to Chapter 3)