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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies), Thor_(Movies),
      Agents_of_S.H.I.E.L.D._(TV)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor_(Marvel), implied_Jane_Foster/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel), Skye_|_Daisy_Johnson, Jane_Foster_(Marvel),
      Natasha_Romanov
  Additional Tags:
      Loki_is_seventeen, Sugar_baby_Loki, Sugar_Daddy_Thor, Skye_Is_a_Good_Bro,
      Loki_has_unwanted_feels, Loki_Angst, Thor_also_has_unwanted_feels, Date
      night_to_the_movies, And_thus, Public_Blow_Jobs, public_fingering, Loki
      is_hella_attracted_to_Bard_the_bowman, Rimming, staring_another_bathroom
      stall, surprise_Jane_intrusion, Thor_IS_still_married, Loki_wishes_he
      didn't_wish_that_he_wasn't
  Series:
      Part 4 of Destructive_Tendencies_can_be_Delicious
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-03 Words: 7842
****** Sweets for my Sweet, Sugar for my Honey ******
by CandyassGoth
Summary
     Loki goes to see a movie with his new official sugar daddy Thor, but
     the movie isn't what Loki was looking forward to the most.
Notes
     MOAR SUGAR BABY LOKI AND SUGAR DADDY THOR. Long ass chapter these are
     supposed to be short, I fucking fail at the phrase ‘less is more’ cor
     fuck
      
     I apologise for errors
See the end of the work for more notes
Sweets_for_my_Sweet,_Sugar_for_my_Honey
 
Loki had Thor drop him off in a decent part of town. Apparently Thor’s work
building was only a few minutes away, in the opposite direction to Skye’s
apartment of course. And surprisingly, Thor dropped him off right in front of a
pharmacy. He wasn’t a subtle man (Loki couldn’t complain here though), and
didn’t drive off until Loki was in the doors, even if he did keep the slightly
tinted windows up.
The young man behind the register gave Loki an odd look as he paid for his bag
of painkillers, gum, condoms and a new tube of lube. With the size of Thor’s
cock he was going to have to make sure he always had his own lube available now
that this was going to become a thing. He was so excited it went full circle to
the point he was back in a daze.
 
“You’re back early.” Skye said to him in surprise when he got home, finding her
in pyjamas and hair rollers—and she still looked like a rockstar.
“Am I?” he croaked, going straight to the kitchen to take the pills. His jaw
had begun to feel weird as well. If Thor hadn’t given him those pills earlier
he was sure his jaw would be aching something terrible too. Not to mention his
waist and wrists and thighs and fuck he had really been drilled properly. Even
his shoulder blades were tingling.
“I thought you’d sleep in or something. From what you explained he sounds like
a big teddy bear that would totally snuggle.”
“He had to work.”
Skye cocked a brow and hummed, crossing her arms as she leaned on the doorway
to the humble kitchen. “...Which translates into ‘he kicked you out’?”
“No. He was just rushing.” Loki grumbled, trying not to feel more paranoid than
he already was. Thor said he was coming back, and he would believe him.
“He totally kicked you out!” she exclaimed, making him turn to answer her
directly, revealing the fault in his voice.
“He didn’t!”
She paused. “Why are you sounding pubescent?”
“That...is a long and messy story.”
 
Across him Skye was shoving fry after fry into her mouth, guzzling her drink
and pausing to munch on her burger before fawning over the huge plate of fries
again that they had in the middle of the table. Together they sat in the foot
court of the nearest mall, feet sore and surrounded by bags of shopping. A few
outfits, two new pairs of boots, and an armful of underwear that Skye had
insisted on—she liked to share but underwear was too far, especially when they
were on Loki’s arse which was constantly in another man’s bed. She had to keep
track of her own cleanliness somehow. At the very least Loki now had a big
selection of sexy and comfortable pairs—and he didn’t have to worry about how
to explain to Happy how he got them.
But…how was he going to dump Happy? He should’ve waited until the next month to
get his allowance first then drop the bomb. But that was cruel. …Life is cruel.
Still…
There was no use worrying, he had new things to worry about anyway, and sat in
his own world as Skye sat in hers, both prattling on.
“Oh my gosh, these fries are magic.”
“And his PA was this incredibly sexy woman with fiery red hair and the kind of
lips everyone wants. Why is he fooling around with me when he could be sleeping
with her? I bet she was a model.”
“You know what we need on these? Bacon and melted cheese.”
“His wife isn’t bad either, she’s beautiful. Unless she photoshopped the
pictures on their walls. Maybe he’s just gay? But he’s married and clearly has
good taste in women…”
“Good taste indeed…”
“Oh no, he’s bi. He told me.”
“Hey, did you hear? Darcy is returning on Monday.”
The name snapped Loki from his musing. He made an affirmative noise. “Yeah?
It’ll be good to see her, and hear of all the mischievous she got up to on her
science trip.”
“I still don’t get how hanging around sciencey scientists is going to help her
actual major.”
“At least we’ll be the first to know if they find aliens or learn how to create
hybrids?” Loki offered figuratively and then literally with a fry aimed in her
direction.
“Okay, dibs on cat features. Am I right? Those reflective three-D eyes? A tail.
And of course ears.” Skye used her hands to simulate cat ears, duck-pouting as
she wriggled in her seat. Loki could almost see the cat tail swishing.
“You’d kill the masses with the adorableness.” He chuckled. But his face
dropped, and his thoughts directed back to his new Daddy, and his old one.
As perceptive as always Skye stopped her dallying and leaned her elbows on the
table. “Is it your father?”
Loki jumped and glanced in the first direction his motor responses sent him as
if the man would magically pop up. Skye raised a brow and followed with her
eyes. He sighed and shoved in a few fries, chewing them thoroughly. “Why would
you think that?”
“Well the only time you ever look so miserable is when he’s giving you trouble.
Otherwise you’re a fucking butterfly.”
“I’m not a butterfly,” he shot harmlessly, then shook his head. “It’s not him.”
“Then?”
“He wants me.”
Skye raised her brow higher, and gestured to their shopping trip. “Judging by
today I could imagine so. So…what’s the problem?”
“…I have to get rid of Happy.” He said after a pause. He wasn’t upset about it,
far from it, but he didn’t like to get on people’s bad sides. He knew people
were all snakes, and it could come back to bite him.
“Aww, the Ice Queen has a heart,” Skye cooed loudly, laughing off the half-
hearted tongue Loki pulled at her. “Okay but wait, I thought you wanted this
guy? Even if he did mess up your throat…”
Loki sighed; he shouldn’t have told her anything. “It wasn’t like that. He’s
a…very busy stressed old man. Not old but you get the drift.”
“What so he’s living in the lap of luxury but he gives you cash, on top of it
all? I thought you’d move on from those days of you know, throwing crumpled
notes at the cashier?”
“He was rushing. And we hadn’t exactly pledged allegiance.”
“And the frog in your throat isn’t a pledge of allegiance? I’m surprised you
don’t have haemorrhoids too. Or do you?”
“He’s seeing me tonight, okay? He said we’ll sort us out.”
Shrugging in defeat Skye sat back, then pulled her lips in a ridiculous purse,
eyes wide in thought. “Hey maybe you’ll get one of those black business cards.
All access, never declined, unlimited supply kind of ones?”
Loki dead panned, another spark of jealousy creeping beneath his skin. “His
wife, yes. I don’t know about me.”
“Mistresses are well taken care of. And with the sexy thongs in those bags
you’ll have him running after you like a puppy. Or, big rough greyhound.”
Loki sighed dramatically. “You have never had a problem before when I came home
limping, why now?”
“Erm, maybe that is when you come home sore in one general area?” she replied,
head cocked in a sassy manner. “Your throat is dinosaur-extinction type
destroyed, you can’t sit without leaning your butt over and you’re covered in
bruises head to toe. A little excessive much?”
“It’s not like that,” Loki groaned weakly, leaning back in his own seat and
closing his eyes. Skye had not said anything that morning when he popped the
handful of pills, or when he was in and out the dressing room, and he tried
very hard and so far had successfully ignored the bruises that had blossomed
around his body. It was true he had never quite been put in his state, but he
had never had a man like Thor take him so thoroughly in such short time before.
Even Thor admitted he had been out of character, a little rough and excited. It
wasn’t on purpose.
“Look all I am saying is don’t excuse abuse no matter how much he’s paying
you.” Her tone was soft and genuine, a you-can-talk-to-me smile on her face
when Loki opened his eyes.
She was talking from experience. Loki couldn’t disrespect that. “...I
understand, Skye.”
“Good.” She chirped, and went back to her burger. Loki went back to the fries,
realising with a blush he was still leaning off to a side to relieve the
pressure off his butt. The painkillers numbed it, they numbed everything, but
his hole still felt tender and soft and he didn’t want to aggravate it
unnecessarily because he couldn’t feel the pain.
Skye’s ringtone went off then, and she cleaned her fingers off hastily before
digging her phone out of her bag. She glanced at the caller ID, then did a
double take, then looked at Loki.
“Uh, Loki you’re phoning me.”
Loki coughed around a fry and sat straighter in alarm, slapping his pockets.
“What?” he hissed.
“This is your number!” she exclaimed, sticking the phone in his face. It was
his name and number. His jacket, his phone—shite. How had he not realised?
“Shit. Shit—you gotta answer it.” He floundered.
“Why me? If it’s his wife or her hired assassin isn’t it better a guy answers?
Maybe she doesn’t know her Adonis is boning a dude?”
“Fine.” Oh well, you die how you live they say. In his case it will be by being
fucked over. He took the phone and swiped, throwing on a last minute layer of
testosterone onto his voice it as he answered. “Hello?”
“Loki?” It was a woman, and he would have squeaked if he had still been
breathing.
“Um…?”
“It’s Natasha, we met this morning. It’s him,” the woman added to someone in
the background, and Loki heard the muffled sounds of a hand-exchange. Natasha,
Thor’s assistant, he recalled. He sighed and relaxed, slumping back with a sigh
of ‘oh God’. Skye sat back as well at his sign, and took her burger with,
watching him with owl eyes as if he were part of an enticing new blockbuster
film, reaching for her glass of coke.
“Loki?”
Loki sighed again at the sound of Thor’s voice. “Thor, hi.”
“Your phone was in the jacket.” Thor said. There was a smile in his voice, and
it made Loki smile, bruises and aches forgotten.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think to just fetch it when we left. I don’t normally
forget my phone.”
“You don’t usually work so hard either, do you?”
Loki opened his mouth to answer, then frowned. “...How did you know to phone
Skye?”
“It was the only number in use in your current call logs. Besides Happy.”
“Smart. I’ll remember to look there if the situation is ever reversed.”
“If the situation is ever reversed the only person you can call is Natasha. No
one else, alright?”
Despite the seriousness of his tone and the order, Loki felt a thrill of
excitement. This was his first officially married man after all. “Okay. I’ll be
careful.”
“Good, baby. How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“Got some meds? Are they working?”
“I did, but I’m fine.”
“I feel bad, baby. What can I do to make up?”
And that was why he knew he didn’t have to worry. There was just something
about Thor, something authentic, something...humane. Even for the sluts he
picked up. “Judge a man’s heart by how he treats his inferiors, not his
equals”, Officer Roger used to say whenever he made his bi-annual visits to the
school—when Loki was still attending of course. But that had always stuck with
him, for the truth of it was staggering. And useful in his line of work to
scope a man.
Then again Thor could be lying, but the man was too honest in the worst things
to be playing some sadist game, especially when Loki was clearly no victim to
trick like some little lamb.
“Well if you’re sure, I’d like a diamond ring, a horse, a trip to the movies
and definitely that little something something that involves your face in my
arse.”
The coke in Skye’s straw went into her mouth and straight out her nose,
spraying across the table and what was left of their fries before she could
cover her face. Their neighbours hadn’t heard him or what he had said, but they
heard her and watched on as she coughed, banging at her chest and hiding her
flustered face. Loki cackled silently as she kicked at him from beneath the
table, his tongue poking out between his teeth.
“I can do two of those tonight, and both in public. Interested?”
Loki paused, his pulse and imagination shooting off at the prospect. He licked
his lips, staring off. “...You get off on that, don’t you, Daddy?”
Off to the side Skye silently and sarcastically mimicked him saying Daddy, now
drinking straight from her glass. He threw a coke-and-snot infected fry at her
as Thor hummed through the connection.
“Perhaps, but I am not the only one. Am I?”
“Perhaps, you are a businessman after all. I’m sure you know when to invest for
the most gain.”
“Mmh. Keep talking like that and I am going to drag you to my office for some
work.”
“As long as my benefits includes dental and a dermatologist because I am going
to need that after swallowing your cock and snorting your cum out of my nose.”
Skye choked loudly on an ice block, this time requiring a few thumps on the
back from a worried guy seated behind her.
 
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
 
That evening Loki was conveniently outside the same pharmacy that Thor dropped
him off at. Thor raised a brow but didn’t say a thing about it as Loki hopped
in the car, grinning and leaning over to kiss his bearded cheek. The gesture
received one of the genuine smiles from Thor when Loki drew back, and he
returned it with equal authenticity. He was dolled up, numbed of aches and
excited for his second night with Thor; Happy and Mrs. Odinson be damned.
“You look nice.” Thor said, hand under his chin. Loki rubbed his face against
it.
“Thanks, so do you.”
“Here’s your jacket.” Thor lifted it from his lap as he pulled out onto the
road. Loki took it and stuck it straight on his face, smelling faintly Thor’s
cologne. Thor looked at him with a chuckle. “I didn’t lace it with chloroform.”
“You don’t have to to get me into bed.” Loki shot back, snuggling back into the
seat as he basked in the ambience of his new Daddy. He stuck his hand out,
unable to help himself, and grabbed onto Thor’s thigh. The man stiffened
briefly, hands tightening on the wheel, but betrayed nothing but a light smirk.
Thor was dressed a lot more causally than this morning but still smart, a
maroon jacket, grey vest and black pants—he looked delectable.
“How was work, Daddy?” Loki asked, breathlessly.
“Horrible. I’ve been roped into a deal with an opposition company and I am not
looking forward to it...”
Loki wasn’t much of a businessman, so he didn’t bother to act like he would
know what Thor was talking about. The man seemed to honour honesty, so he would
stick with that. His hand slid up his thigh a little, just a little, and with
gratification he saw Thor’s jaw clench, eyes glued to the road.
“Then it’s good we’re having fun tonight.”
“I’ll admit, I haven’t been to the cinema in what, four years?”
“Truly?” Loki asked in surprise.
“Work was always more important. Work, home. It didn’t make it on the household
schedule.” It didn’t make it on her schedule, Loki could hear.
“Do you at least have a DVD collection?” he asked.
“Oh yes. Anyone who doesn’t have a few movies on hand is a cause for concern.”
Loki giggled, the sexual temptations gone for the moment as his curiosity got
the better of him. “...So, favourite movies? What’s on the rack?”
“Just the classics. Terminator, Jurassic Park, Bad Boys. The Mummy. And et
cetera.”
“Not bad.” Loki pouted, nodding. “Lord of the Rings?”
Thor grinned. “That is a given, baby.”
Loki grinned back.
 
The cinema they went to was in the next town, a half an hour’s drive away. Loki
wasn’t too worried driving around with an almost stranger in the nightfall. He
knew the reason—they couldn’t risk getting caught. Thor’s wife was who-knows-
where, but they probably knew people all over, and this was becoming one of
those times where Loki too actively hoped they did not get caught.
The drive itself was quiet, and Loki took back his hand to practice a little
something called Delayed Gratification. He would have gladly leaned over and
given Thor a blow job, but he still had the inexplicable urge to follow Thor’s
patient and calm example. It felt mature, something adults did. He instead
fisted his hands in the jacket, not even bothering to check his phone for calls
and texts from Happy.
Thor asked again about his throat, and Loki made sure to pacify him without
rubbing on any guilt. He was here to make Thor happy, and he would not risk
unnecessary manipulation tactics and lose him.
As it turned out the cinema was bustling with people (it was a Saturday),
mostly couples, but also many families. The selection of movies available could
have been better, Loki thought, but it wasn’t entirely bad. He just missed the
days when every movie available was one you wanted to see and you where left
standing till the last minute to decide. The Lego Movie and John Wick where the
two leading shows, but it was Dracula Untold that caught and kept Loki’s
attention. And it had to do entirely with the sex appeal of the damn actor who
played in the Hobbit, and of the damn vampire theme. He wasn’t sure what Thor’s
opinion on cartoons were, and he hadn’t yet heard of John Wick, but who didn’t
like a Dracula movie?
After a while of indecision, hovering happily under Thor’s large arm, Loki
humbly suggested which he’d like to watch. Thor smiled and kissed the side of
his head, whispering that he mustn’t be scared to speak his mind. Loki sucked
his lips in and nodded, clinging onto Thor as they joined the line. He inhaled
deeply, his eyes falling closed, and sighed in content. Thor hugged him close,
large hand rubbing comforting circles into his side.
“Are you okay?” Thor asked softly after a moment.
Loki nodded. “I am just happy you’re here with me.”
“Ditto.” Thor said, and if that wasn’t the cutest thing ever, Loki didn’t know
what was.
Tickets bought and sharing a large pop corn and coke (unanimously agreeing
neither were very hungry) they headed into the screening room. And to Loki’s
ever perverted delight, it was sparsely populated. Still he frowned and leaned
over to Thor as the older man led him by the hand to their seats. “Why is it so
empty?”
“It’s on its way out.” Thor said, gesturing to the screen.
“Oh.”
They were situated in a row all to themselves so far, up towards the back and
to the right. When the lights eventually turned off and the movie started, Loki
felt a ridiculous sense of pride at choosing the right damn movie for some
privacy.
Patience out the window, Loki reached over and cupped Thor’s crotch the first
moment he got. Thor clearly hadn’t expected it and jumped as if it could
possibly have been someone else. He looked at Loki, and Loki gave him a squeeze
that asked ‘yes?’, biting his bottom lip.
“Baby...” Thor murmured, offering the pop corn over. “Have some.”
Loki took a handful with his free hand, and turned back to the movie. Thor
didn’t move his hand, so neither did Loki, and they watched and ate for about
half an hour before Loki was stuffed and took a sip of coke to ease his still
tender throat, giving Thor the go ahead to eat the rest of the pop corn. On the
screen the creepy old vampire from Game of Thrones was turning the hero into a
vampire.
“He is from The Hobbit isn’t he?” Thor asked, leaning over.
Loki nodded eagerly. The actor had lines on his hideously-handsome face in all
the right places, his body proportioned attractively and Loki was not going to
lie about wanting to ride that. But to neutralise his obvious reaction he
pointed at the screen (releasing Thor’s crotch), jerking his chin. “And the
vampire—the first one—is that man from Game of Thrones. Do you watch that?”
“You know your men, baby,” Thor replied, shifting, and suddenly his hand was in
Loki’s lap, popping open his jeans and squeezing him. Loki jumped like he was
electrocuted and stifled a groan, barely remembering to shake his head in
guilty denial.
“I know my shows.” Loki corrected meekly, leaning back in his seat so Thor’s
large arm had space to move as he slipped his hand into the tight space,
fondling him. He paused when he felt the lace of his panty, and Loki saw his
cheeks rise in a smirk of approval. If Skye was here she’s be using Batman’s
bat signal to say I told you so in Morse code.
“You’re hard.” Thor noted, “What did I say about other men?”
If he was angry there was no way to tell, not as he stroked Loki lovingly,
casually watching the film without giving anyway any movement as to what was
happening. The rest of the audience was completely oblivious, but they were
still there, and Loki wondered how much they could get away with it the
darkness of the large room. He squeaked and started to pant, the movie drowning
out his sounds, squeezing the arm rests of the seats in effort to remain still.
He turned his attention back to the movie, hoping for a distraction, but the
universe decided to screw him over and displayed a topless Vlad making out with
his wife, sweating and looking absolutely edible.
“You like vampires, baby?” Thor asked, leaning close but eyes on the screen.
“Do you wish you were in her place? In his bed?”
Loki shook his head vehemently, even as he rolled his hips up, fingering
flexing to find their way into the hero’s hair.
“I leave you for a few hours and you’re already straying,” Thor said, shaking
his head, appearing calm, but Loki whined, playing along in genuine concern.
“N-no, Daddy. I’m yours. I want you.” Loki reached over again and grabbed
Thor’s clothed dick. It was hard as well, and Loki shifted eagerly in his seat,
nudging Thor’s hand away so he could bend over and look up from under his
mascara coated lashes. “I can show you?”
In response Thor said nothing, but slid his hand down Loki’s back and dipped
his fingers into the back of his pants and beneath his underwear, pressing a
finger between his cheeks.
Loki squirmed and shifted to accommodate the idea, but with the tightness of
his pants and the dryness of their skin it wasn’t going to work.
“Hold on...,” he said. When Thor pulled his hand back Loki dug in the front
pocket of his jeans and pulled out one of the condoms he brought along.
“Lubed,” he said as he passed it to Thor. The man was now paying attention to
him rather than the screen (or the other people in the room), ripping open the
square packet and without hesitation urged Loki back over into his space so he
could smooth the path between his buttocks with the excess lube. Loki shifted
until he found a good position. Thor followed suit until Loki was resting
against the side of his chest, Loki’s arm on the armrest as he leaned over,
Thor’s arm around Loki’s back and down Loki’s pants, little hips angled.
There was another battle present on the screen as Thor slotted the condom on
two fingers and wormed them between Loki’s cheeks, rubbing around and around
his puckered hole for a while until it loosened and Loki was squirming. This
time when Loki wrung his fingers in Thor’s jacket he wasn’t rebuked, and Thor
spurred him on by pressing in his two sheathed fingers.
Loki moaned out aloud. Too loud it seemed for Thor lifted his free hand and
brought up the coke with him. He nudged the straw against Loki’s lips, “Drink.”
Loki obeyed and took in the straw, sucking down a big gulp as Thor buried his
fingers further. The angle was still awkward, making him extra tight, and he
squealed, straw popping out so he could bury his face in Thor’s neck. His cock
was throbbing something terrible and as he fumbled for a better position he
felt that Thor’s was too. He shifted even more and deposited himself into
Thor’s lap where he undid his pants, and looked up for final permission.
“Suck it then,” Thor said, smoothing a few loose threads from Loki’s face.
“Show me how much you want Daddy. Come on.”
Whimpering, Loki pulled Thor’s stiff cock out with minimal difficulty. The head
was leaking and swollen, bewitching Loki in a mere second to engulf it in his
mouth like he was starving. He moaned enthusiastically, sucking on the tip as
he massaged it roughly with his tongue. Thor’s free hand wound itself in his
hair and he moaned too, and Loki strained to see from his angle if the chances
of being caught had risen.
Loki was glad to find out that Thor hadn’t forgotten him once the blow job
started, and kept thrusting his two fingers in and out of him. He aimed them
down as he buried them, and found Loki’s prostate within a minute of nonchalant
fingering. Despite knowing his body well Loki was still caught off guard and
jerked as the hard tips of Thor’s thick fingers ran over the small gland inside
him. He groaned around his mouthful of Thor, precum oozing from his lips as he
tried but failed to take Thor all the way into his mouth. The angel wasn’t
right, but Thor wasn’t complaining, massaging his scalp in a patient rhythm.
His other hand however, was picking up speed and impossible depth.
One particularly hard jab to his prostate and Loki lifted his head, face
crumpled in pleasure. He groaned loudly, mouth glistening in the light of the
screen. Thor tutted and wiped his broad palm over Loki’s mouth, taking away all
the accumulated spit and precum. Loki glowed, feeling pampered and content,
watching Thor wipe his hand on the seat beside him. Then Thor took hold of his
cock and twisted his fingers inside Loki, forcing him forward.
“Start again, this time don’t make a mess. Understand, angel?”
Panting, Loki looked up at Thor, his face and neck prickling red with blush. He
nodded obediently, wanting to make his Daddy happy.
“Yes Daddy.” He moaned, leaning over.
Thor smacked the wet head against Loki’s lips before letting him take it in.
“That’s right, baby. Suck Daddy’s cock. Swallow everything, I don’t want one
drop on my clothes.”
Determined, Loki did his best to please. He swallowed automatically every few
moments, jerking Thor’s cock and wringing up whatever precum had slid down his
length and popped it into his mouth. He lifted off briefly for breath, a few
strings connecting his swollen lips. Thor was watching him, the movie
forgotten, his eyes small with lust. He groaned at the sight and forced Loki’s
head back down, breaking the strings with his cock and squeezed the base of
Loki’s warm neck.
“You’d better make me cum real quick, baby. Movie won’t last forever, and I
don’t think we want the nice ladies in here to see you with your mouth full of
my cock.”
The threat just made Loki hotter, but it served its purpose and Loki went in
for the kill, lapping and sucking what he could take and jerking the rest. Thor
had one fat cock, dribbling constantly with thick precum that challenged Loki.
He moaned in effort, head bobbing without any encouragement from Thor who went
back to fingering him, swirling his fingers and assaulting his prostate in
rough thrusts and running his other hand back through Loki’s hair.
Loki’s whole crack was wet and slippery from the lube on the condom, providing
Thor’s hand with the perfect glide to finger him with.
But then Thor was coming. His hand tightened in Loki’s hair and he tilted his
head back, going stiff with a drawn out groan as his cock spewed copious
amounts of well earned cum into Loki’s mouth. This fingering hand still too,
but Loki was focused on his task which was easy thanks to all the practice he’d
had. He swallowed and swallowed, concentrating his upper body to take what was
given to him without hiccups, until Thor was going soft, and Loki’s mouth was
empty.
“Good boy, such a good boy,” Thor breathed, pulling his right hand back and
urging Loki from his lap. Loki sat back in his seat and gasped for breath,
staring blankly at the screen as lingering splatters of cum settled in his
mouth, on his tongue. Beside him Thor threw the condom into the almost empty
popcorn box and shook it around, then tucked himself away.
Loki started to squirm, looking down at his trapped cock, feeling the wetness
between his cheeks. He looked pleading at Thor. “Daddy?”
Thor leaned over and slotted their mouths together, sharing the taste. Loki
responded with a jolt, but Thor pushed him back into the seat before he could
assume a grip on him. “We’ll sort you out after the movie.”
Loki gave him a tired look of disbelief and whined, hands dropping to squeeze
himself. “But—?”
“What did I say?” Thor asked, looking at him sternly.
Loki lowered his gaze and drew his hands away, and settled for grinding his
pulsing arse into the seat and feeling the tightness of his pants against his
cock.
The rest of the movie was torture. The movie itself was good, Loki hadn’t
expected the ending, but all he really cared about was relieving himself. But
then he remembered what Thor had promised on their phone call that day, and it
secured him to sit quietly and wait for his reward.
 
With a bang Loki stumbled into the furthest stall in the bathroom, squeezing
himself as small as he could so Thor could slip in after him before anyone
noticed. Thor locked the door and Loki ripped open his jeans, pushing them down
his butt as quickly as he could. He hissed when the zipper clashed with his
painful erection, but forced the pants down, eager to free himself.
Then Thor was there behind him, large palms over his, and he kissed the side of
his neck. “Take it out and rub, I’ll finish pulling.”
Loki grunted in agreement and thanks, and braced his left hand on the wall,
standing in front of the toilet. Their first meeting flashed through his mind
and he shuddered, ready to add to that memory. He stuck his free hand into his
black lace thong and pulled out his cock, giving it a few strokes as Thor got
his impossibly tight pants down to his knees.
Thor stood up, dragging his hot palms up the back of Loki’s thighs as he did,
aiming them in so he could take each cheek into each palm, and drew them apart,
squeezing the flesh roughly.
“You’ve got such a tight little arse.” Thor murmured admiringly, almost as if
he were looking at a painting on the wall. Loki snort-giggled, and wiggled
himself back into Thor’s hands, lifting his backside in a pointed manner.
“Real nice arse,” Thor added with a tight slap. Loki grunted, gritting away the
yelp and kept a steady pump on his cock, eyes closed in bliss as Thor’s heat
surrounded him, surrounded the air itself.
“Daddy...” Loki groaned, somewhat irritably. He was ready to cum any second, he
had been since getting Thor off, but Thor kept prolonging it. As much as
patience was a good trait, especially in a sugar daddy, this was going to kill
Loki with sexual frustration.
“Is that a tone I detect?” Thor asked cheekily, pulling on the string of the
thong. Loki just pushed his hips back. He could take spankings and rough sex,
but deprivation? No. Money wasn’t his only payment here.
“Please...you promised.” The pitiful tone always won him some mercy, especially
with an added look from the corner of his eye, biting in his bottom lip.
Thor sighed, then smiled and leaned to kiss his cheek. Loki realised he really
liked that. “I did. You’ve been more than perfect for me.”
Loki blushed and ducked his head, leaning his body back into Thor’s. “Thank
you, Daddy.”
“Okay baby, let me eat that little hole.”
With a relieved and excited squeak Loki bent over, moving his hand down the
wall so he could raise his butt. But Thor was poking at his waist, and Loki
twisted to have a look when Thor did it in another spot.
“...Did I give you these?”
Loki mouthed silently as Thor prodded his bruises, and starting checking the
rest of his body. He lifted Loki’s top and searched around his waist, a frown
deepening across his face when he found a few more.
“It’s nothing,” Loki said, squirming awkwardly. “I bruise for anything.”
Thor didn’t look pacified.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.”
“I’m sorry.” Thor said, softly, then pulled Loki from the wall and crouched
down. He grabbed hold of Loki’s right leg and pulled on the jean. “Lift, let’s
get the pants off so I can get in there properly.”
Loki gladly kicked the fabric off, almost booting Thor in the face in the
process. That had to come off first, but Thor jammed it back on so Loki could
brace himself against the floor tiles, legs wide apart as he bent over again,
one hand on the closed toilet seat and the other on the sidewall of their
little private place. It ended up where Loki could crane his neck a little more
and see Thor between his legs, and when Thor spotted him, he grinned, finger
back toying the string between his cheeks. “Ready baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please,” Loki whispered, glancing at his erection with brief
apologies. Ass first, then cock.
To Loki’s surprise Thor knelt down on the floor, both knees on the public
bathroom, and spread his cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned in, beard tickling
Loki’s soft skin, and smelt along his crack, nosing at the lingering lube with
a hum.
“So wet, angel.” Thor said, drawing his cheeks back together and moving them
around, squeezing and pulling for his own amusement. When he spread them again
he went straight for the deep end and licked over the furled hole. Loki moaned
and twitched, his hole winking. Thor licked it again almost instantly, and
started mouthing noisily and thoroughly.
It was heaven.
In his head Loki scratched ‘Getting rimmed’ off his bucket list. Next one he
would actively hope for is a blow job. Maybe Thor would take that virginity
too, he might just be excellent at it if how well he was tonguing him was
anything to go by.
The strength in Thor’s hands was what truly made Loki’s knees weak in that
moment. Thor spread him open, keeping him open, hands big and burning and
covering more skin than Loki had ever felt at one time. He used them to keep
Loki in place as he forced his tongue into the puckered opening, depositing
spit into it every short while until it was running down Thor’s hands, chin and
Loki’s inner thighs. It was wriggling and warm and coaxing his hole further
into hypnosis, twitching for something more wholesome. This way and that, Thor
turned his head, thumbs lifting Loki’s cheeks apart with ease as he kissed
wetly, lips widening to cover as much reddening skin as possible, drawing back
in a firm suction, tongue dancing like an eel.
The squelching was audible, but not enough to be heard outside their box. They
could hear from outside though, and Loki panted as quietly as he could,
listening to the other men coming in and out, water running, toilets flushing,
friends discussing the movie they just saw, all oblivious to the fact that his
Daddy was eating his arse out in quite practically the same room.
Finally Loki opened his eyes, head hung, and saw from Thor’s chin. The man was
hard at work, head bobbing beautifully, throat swallowing. Loki whined out at
the sight, then again when Thor stopped and squeezed him in warning. Thor bent
a little to look at him, and kissed his thigh. His beard was darker with
moisture, a few complete droplets visible.
“Quiet.” He reminded, giving another kiss.
Loki nodded, upside down, face flushed from both position and situation. His
arms were shaking, straining and stiff, but he wouldn’t move if he could help
it.
Then Thor wiped his middle finger up the sides of his inner thighs, gathering
the idle saliva, and pressed it straight into his hole. Loki keened, his
swollen cock bobbing, and squeezed around the intrusion.
“Daddy is gonna fuck you, gotta open you up a little more.” Thor whispered, to
which Loki nodded again eagerly in agreement, then kissed Loki’s other thigh.
“I was rough this morning.”
“S’okay,” Loki choked, moving his hips back as Thor fingered him, adding his
tongue to the mix and licking the rim as it pulled out when he drew back his
finger.
The obnoxious sound of a telephone ringtone ripped Loki from nirvana. It
sounded right like it was in his ear, probably because it was coming from
inside Thor’s jacket. Thor paused for a moment, then continued his attentions,
letting it ring. Loki closed his eyes and tried to block it out, focusing
instead on the second finger slipping into his puffy ring. The ringing
eventually stopped and Thor was well into fucking him with his thick fingers,
just brushing his prostate. Then the ringing started again.
“...We-we can stop...” Loki breathed, cracking open his eyes reluctantly. He
didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to get the blame if Thor missed something
important.
Thor sighed, keeping his fingers buried, and pulled his phone out with his free
hand and clicked a button, not even bothering to see who it was as he gave
Loki’s hole a quick lick, slipping his fingers out to pry his cheeks apart.
“Yes?” he said, sounding like he was dying of boredom in his office.
Then suddenly he was still.
“Hey love.”
Loki froze, eyes splitting open in a second. He stared at Thor from under his
body as Thor leaned back on his calves slightly.
“I’m fine. Are you?” he said into the phone, frowning a little. Loki heard
sounds from the other end, but he couldn’t make out the words. “Tomorrow night?
Yeah—no yeah, I’ll pick you up. What t—eight, alright. I’ll be there.” He
stopped, and pulled his hand away, and Loki felt his heart sink. Thor had a
troubled look on his face, and if Loki wasn’t as perceptive as he was he
wouldn’t have recognised the guilt beneath those hard blue eyes.
Then Thor was standing up, knocking his knuckles against his forehead. Loki
straightened himself out with a soft groan, winding his arms and lifting each
leg to get the circulation going again. He must’ve looked silly, but Thor
wasn’t looking at him, the wall of the stall seemed to be far more interesting
as he nodded into the call. Loki looked down, then sat himself on the seat, and
tried to push away the ugly rearing head of jealousy.
“No I didn’t say—Jane, I never said that. You’re the one—” Whatever he wanted
to say was cut off and Thor dramatically threw his hand up, seemingly like he
had done this a thousand times. Loki tried not to watch him, and instead
watched his neglected erection. He took hold of it and wondered if he should
just finish himself off.
Then realised he now knew the wife’s name.
“I said I’ll pick you up, can we just agree on that?” Thor begged angrily, this
time carrying on before Jane could answer. “I’ll be there. Yes. Okay... I’m
glad you’re back early, yeah. Yes. No it’s been fine. Actually it’s not fine,
Pierce got what he wanted. Now we have Hydra and Co. to deal with, as if Hammer
Industries wasn’t. But that’s not important, just...get home safely. Okay...see
you tomorrow.”
The second the call ended Thor exhaled sharply, dropped his hand and tilting
his head back, eyes closed. Loki pretended to be any good with origami, a few
sheets of lamely folded toilet paper across his bare thighs. His erection had
wilted, which had been a first ever. He had never cared about his Daddies and
their actual partners enough for it to dampen his arousal. He hadn’t cared that
morning when Thor was fucking him on Jane’s kitchen counter, so why was he
caring now?
“Sorry...about that.” Thor said eventually, dropping the phone in a pocket.
Loki looked up in surprise. “Sorry you had to hear that.”
Loki shifted awkwardly. “You don’t... you don’t have to apologise. I’m sorry
you had to have it.”
“Word of advice, don’t grow up and get married.” Thor joked sadly, looking at
the mess on Loki’s lap. “Sorry.”
“Should we go? You should get some sleep for tomorrow.” Loki said as he
crumpled the toilet paper, face and voice blank.
For a moment Thor was still. He said and did nothing, staring down at Loki’s
hands, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, right foot shifting.
Then he shook his head and surged forward, lifting Loki by the arm and turning
him to brace against the wall. Loki complied as nimbly as he could without
falling, and frowned over his shoulder as Thor angrily worked his zipper open.
His brows were furrowed and connecting in a dark scowl above his usually kind
eyes in a way Loki didn’t like, so he looked away and up at the wall, preparing
himself to sooth Thor’s aggravation with a welcoming and pliant body. It was
what men like Thor needed from their toys, Loki was not a fool to think
otherwise. He was a realist, and realistically Thor was having marital problems
and needed a pretty little doll to make him feel wanted and appreciated. To
fill in until his wife returned to his arms.
He heard Thor spit a moment before that familiar heat surrounded him and Thor
pressed himself between his cheeks, moving the thong string aside again,
towering over his body. Thor was practically leaning on him, giving him no
room, his big hard chest moulded against Loki’s back. It made it slightly
awkward with Loki two heads shorter and near twice as small but Thor tilted his
hips and easily found what he sought, popping through Loki’s messy ring with a
grunt before taking hold on his waist and starting a needy pace that already
aimed toward climax rather than pleasure.
Loki winced and shuddered, hearing every sound Thor made as the man leaned his
cheek on the side of his head, so near his ear. He brought Loki back against
him as he thrust forward, his cock deep and well tended in the soft warmth of
Loki’s body. The pain was minimal, Loki was well lubricated and stretched; the
only pain was in his chest.
It soothed a little when Thor wound his arms around him, and leaned to kiss his
temple. “You’re perfect, Loki.” He whispered, and dropped his hand to caress
Loki’s cock.
“Da-daddy...” Loki gasped back, gritting his teeth as his eyes filled with
tears. Where was this coming from?! This was insane.
And worse Thor noticed, and slowed until he stopped, his hand continuing to
work Loki into a swift erection. He frowned again but this time it was in
concern and he nudged his head on Loki’s, giving his body a squeeze. “Don’t be
scared, sweetheart. I’ll never hurt you.”
“I know.” Loki shot, more to himself than Thor, and nodded. “I know. I want to
make you happy...”
“You do, baby. Fuck you make me so happy. I don’t regret meeting you...” Thor
growled into his ear, pumping Loki harshly towards an orgasm. Loki was far too
sensitive now after their evening and he whined, pushing back urgently as his
breathing rose with the coil in his belly.
“I-I’m gonna—please cum with me—!”
“Shhh, shh.” Thor hushed him, rolling his hips back into action. He moaned at
the tightening of Loki’s channel, the soft plush of his buttocks against his
groin, and the beautiful petite form of his little body. His thrusts sped up,
his pelvis slapping against Loki’s cheeks, making them bounce. The combined
sound was becoming louder but Thor didn’t stop, fucking Loki good and hard as
he held their bodies together.
Loki came first, gasping and choking as he shot his seed against the wall,
grinding his arse back so Thor could pound onto his prostate and sweeten the
experience. A few seconds later Thor followed, burying deep before letting go.
He hissed and muffled himself by pressing his mouth against Loki’s shoulder,
hips stuttering and cock pulsing in the sweltering flesh he was buried in.
Neither moved, and Loki got the impression that Thor would’ve elected to remain
moulded to him all night if he could. But Thor was softening and had to pull
out, but then suddenly he slapped Loki’s rear and Loki jumped, this time
yelping.
“Clench. I want my cum inside your little hole all night. Can you keep it in?”
he slapped Loki’s arse again, and Loki worked with it, tightening his muscles.
He nodded, unsure, but he would damn well try.
“Good boy.” Thor kissed his cheek (making his heart stutter), and finally
stepped back. Loki groaned and stood back up straight, again winding and
stretching his limbs. He jumped again when Thor’s hands were suddenly back on
his ass, but he was wiping, a big bundle of toilet paper wound around his hand.
“Hold still, baby. Let me clean you.” Thor said gently, and continued wiped
away all the stickiness.
 
The pain in Loki’s chest increased tenfold, with a burning iron brand labelled
Jane.
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End Notes
     Apparently Thor has a public sex fetish, and my own heart kind of
     hurts right now for Loki. Which says something, considering the
     amount of stuff I’ve put him through in my fics.
     PS: Jane is not a bad guy, pls don’t be angry at her gais. Loki is
     the other woman here lol
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