Thor x Loki

Warnings:

HJ, inc, M/M, oral, rim, finger, 3Plus, M/M explicit sex

 

Thor had given up on trying to separate Loki from his double; he was having at his cock like he’d never seen one in his life, curious at first but soon profanely starving, the fluid running down his chin to the side of his neck. He was encouraging himself, too, whispering obscene little words like they were nurturing gestures of love, his fingers gentle in his double’s hair.

“Just try to escape,” the one standing said breathlessly to Thor, “I’m still watching you.”

His voice came strained and hoarse, and it got Thor grinning; he rose to his feet and approached Loki, one hand running down his still-clothed chest. Loki hadn’t meant the words to sound so filled with longing.

“Are you watching?” he asked, completely naked, his body was exasperatingly perfect. He was completely hard, the upward curve of his cock nearly reaching the umbilicus; he had to bend it down for Loki’s double so it would be mouth-level with him on his knees.

“Stop that,” the Loki who was standing glared, “can’t you see I’m busy?”

Busy with himself, he meant.

“I can see that,” Thor’s voice issued humid and hoarse, Loki having so hungrily at his own member was something hard to keep his eyes off. But he still got one hand on the boy’s mandible, his thumb at the corner of his mouth, still with Loki’s cock in there. The fluid ran down the digit and to his palm, “You can take one more,” he said.

“Go die somewhere,” the Loki standing beside him said, but the one on his knees went for his member, Thor’s lips came parted with suspended breath as he felt him fight to get both in his mouth.

“That’s it—” he breathed, his hand gentle in Loki’s hair.

“You’re an utter brute,” the Loki who was standing said, he glared bloody murder, and Thor grinned arrogantly, eyes closed. “But you’re so good at that,” he said, “you want a taste, too?”

“No,” Loki seethed, but his double was having at Thor’s member outright, still stroking his own in his hand, like he couldn’t decide which of them to eat first.

“You know this’ll wind up in you,” Thor said, now kissing Loki despite his protests, and Loki couldn’t hold back, his skin went electric at the insolent words. “Keep it to yourself,” he said icily, even as he was seizing his mouth, “I don’t need you.”

He didn’t detach himself from Thor straight away; they were practically devouring one another when they kissed, but he knew self-restraint. Loki pushed Thor away, he told his double, Turn around.

“No,” Thor said, still trying to reach for him, “I want to see your face.”

“Who cares what you want?”

Loki had got his double on all fours, he had pushed Thor away forcibly and was having at his behind, lapping at him the way Thor had shown him just briefly before. Fair enough; he knew what he liked. Thor brushed back his hair, touching himself as he watched, encouraging him even while Loki glared. Loki turned toward him, chin and lips entirely wet, and told him to shut up and mind his own business. He’d got the entrance wet enough his fingers went in easily after that, his own member dripping wet against his own thighs.

“Enough,” he said, and got on his knees, he was stroking himself, and the Loki who was on all fours exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Please,” he whispered, eyebrows raised.

Loki had got the tip of his member wetly against his double’s thigh from behind, but Thor physically pressed him away.

“No, brother,” he said with annoyance, “this is mine.”

Loki had begun to fight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Thor’s member, he hated that his brother was right.

He really did want it in him.

“Move away before I bite it off,” he warned, but his voice came hesitant, like he didn’t really want Thor to heed the warning. Like it merely had to be voiced for the sake of his pride, but don’t you dare deprive me of such a thing.

He actually got one hand on Thor’s member, lips parted with something between envy and admiration, he leaned forth to take it into his mouth.

“Oh, brother, yes—”

Thor muttered, he was absolutely certain he loved him in that moment; and even while Loki cursed him in his mind, he couldn’t help eagerly sucking on him.

Again with two fingers in past his opening, still touching his double who was on all fours.

And Thor be damned, his charming, boyish smile, bastard actually winked.

Loki hated and loathed him from the very depths of his heart, the cocky son of a bitch; but he didn’t want to deny himself something this good.

Why in hell does he taste so nice, he thought irritably, and he never would tell him such a thing, how he wanted to suck him dry even more than he wanted to suck off himself.

“Come here, you idiot,” he muttered, finally allowing the member out from his mouth, and Thor complied, unaffected by the insults. He watched with eager anticipation as Loki brought his member toward his double, to his opening from behind, still slick from before. The fluid glittering at the member’s tip glittered down in slick rivulets, hot on Loki’s behind, he muttered, “Go in already.”

Thor didn’t need to be told twice. “Move your hand, brother,” he said, voice dangerously quiet, like the calm before the storm.

Loki watched his own expression, that of his double—his eyes fluttered shut and his lips came dry and parted, mouthing inaudible profanities; that was when he broke the spell deliberately, so that it were just the Loki on all fours.

This he didn’t want to share with anyone else.

 

(On to Chapter 4)