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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Comics), Journey_into_Mystery
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Dirty_Talk, Size_Kink, Masturbation, Shota, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-26 Words: 6165
****** Veni Vidi Vici ******
by miikkaa_xx
Summary
     This is the tale of the slow, desperate, come-splattered and sweat-
     soaked seduction of one Loki Laufeyson for his older, wiser and
     totally future incestuous bedmate, Thor Odinson. (filthy, dirty
     PWP!fic)
Notes
     warnings: underage, explicit, long, over-the-top PWP!fic, with dirty
     talk, size kink, and masturbation. Unbeta'd - all errors are mine,
     feel free to point them out.
     JiM!Loki's language is very casual compared to Thor's faux-
     Shakespeare, as I imagine Loki still acts and talks like a teenage
     boy from Paris. I have not read any part of JiM - so if I have
     something off or if it's OOC, let me know!
See the end of the work for more notes
-
Before Thor had found him, he lived in Paris, France – the capital of the world
for sexual liberation. Or something of the sort, Loki never really paid
attention – there were pickpocketing and extortion to be doing. Rather, the
importance of this was that the environment had never made him question the
dreams he had starting at the age of thirteen about sucking cock. Or riding
cock. Or stroking cock.
And then the owner of said cock he had seemingly worshipped for three nights a
week in his head shows up, and Loki is a lost cause, really. Where else can he
go from here? Apparently somewhere for when he is gifted with memories, or at
least partial ones, it turns out that blonde man with massive dick is actually
his brother.
And damn Loki if he is anything but a hormonal teenager with an obsession for
the hopeless.
So begins the slow, desperate, come-splattered and sweat-soaked seduction of
one Loki Laufeyson for his older, wiser and totally future incestuous bedmate,
Thor Odinson.
-
They’re sitting in a motel room – two beds, separated by a mahogany bedtable
that has seen better days, and the ugliest lamp on top of it. Thor tells him to
sit tight as he tries to organize transportation to Asgard, which, sure,
totally cool, intergalactic alien travel, you get on that, brother.
Meanwhile, as Thor goes downstairs into the lobby to make a phone call, Loki
decides that if he’s going to get to that glorious cock he knows is on his
brother, he has to be in close proximity. So, he begins by throwing down a
bottle of coke he snatches from the vending machine around the corner, changing
into some shorts and a t-shirt, and curling under the sheets of the bed.
When Thor returns, he also changes into shorts and a t-shirt, taking the
opposite bed, and, just as the caffeine buzz begins to waver in Loki, falls
asleep. Loki gets up silently, plods over to the other bed, and slips under the
covers, feeling the warmth emanating from his brother who lies on his back.
Then, with an aching slowness, he lines his body up against Thor’s side,
forehead pressed against the man’s bicep, his knees tucked in enough to knock
against the curve of Thor’s waist. He feels so small next to Thor, his wrist a
pale twig next to the muscle of his brother, and it makes his breath come hot
and fast.
He could break me, thinks Loki deliriously, and it makes him all the more eager
to get to his brother. He shyly slides a leg up onto his brother, knee placed
on top of Thor’s ribcage as Loki presses his hips against the curve of his
brother’s waist. This isn’t somnophilia, is it? and the thought makes him
pause.
Lucky for him, or not so much, Thor cracks open an eye, the electric blue still
stunning in the hazy gloom of the cheap room, and smiles.
‘More comfortable in a bed with me, brother?’ he asks, his voice so low that
Loki wouldn’t be surprised if Thor had a sub-woofer shoved into his giant chest
cavity somewhere. With an arm slung over Thor’s torso, he can feel the rumbles
of the man’s tones echo through his skin, and it makes his mouth go dry.
‘Y-Yeah,’ stutters out Loki, hips shifting away in minute jerks so his rising
cock doesn’t alert his brother about what he really wants in the bed. Thor
laughs, making Loki shiver, and turns onto his side to face Loki, his hand
coming up to cover the smaller one’s palm in a gentle hold as he closes his
eyes.
Loki squeezes his thighs together and tries to remember how to breathe as he
feels the pressure of Thor’s hand on his own. Break me, break me, he wants to
whine out, rut helplessly against Thor’s thigh, cock dripping warm come all
over the tanned skin and then bending over to lick it off with those blue eyes
watching.
He doesn’t, thankfully, because somehow, he holds himself together. He can’t
surprise Thor and throw him off. This is a seduction after all. So, Loki smiles
and nods and closes his eyes to sleep, very, very conscious of Thor’s heat and
body. It takes him an hour to fall to drop off, and it’s with the glorious
thought of him being one step closer.
-
Loki has noticed important things about his brother over the last few weeks.
Notably that the man has the stamina of some ridiculously over-powered animal
and the body resembling a pile of bricks stacked on top of each other and made
of pure testosterone.
Loki is going to guess that’s an Aesir thing, because his own body is about as
small as it gets. He’s lanky and awkward and tall, his body all sharp angles
and white skin. But that’s okay, because if he can interpret his dreams right,
Thor likes that about him. There are times where he has to stop and think why
he can’t just wait till he’s full grown to ride Thor’s cock till kingdom come
like he has in his past life, but he realizes it’s like asking if he would want
his dessert now or in a decade. Obviously he wants it now.
So, Loki goes forth with the next step, which is to sit on the obnoxious amount
of furs in Thor’s room in Asgard and announce, quite forthright, ‘I’ve run out
of shirts.’
Thor pauses in removing his armor, for he’s just come from the training grounds
and is in dire need of a bath, and looks over at Loki. ‘I shall order more for
you, then.’
‘Great, but what can I wear now?’
Loki hops off the veritable bed of furs and walks to the closet, padding along
barefoot across the smooth floor, and picks out one of Thor’s tunics – a faded
red with gold embroidery around the collar, saying, ‘I’ll just wear this one.’
‘Whatever strikes your fancy,’ allows Thor, continuing in shedding his
gauntlets, then his chest plate, dropping them against the wall and leaving
behind a small dust storm. ‘I’ll be in the bath if you require anything else.’
And Thor smiles at him, looking easy and good in his dusty tunic and trousers,
hands on his hips, watching him with the warm blue eyes.
Loki nods, trying not to be distinctly aware that Thor is made of testosterone
and muscle, caked in sweat and dirt and gloriousness. But, of course, he is
made of all the parts that he knows Thor has licked and touched and fucked
millennia before, so he is not on the losing side of this attraction. Maybe. He
hopes not.
Thor disappears into an adjacent room where he hears the sound of running
water, and Loki takes off his own tunic to slip on his brother’s. It is at this
point he understands what drowning under cloth must feel like. Thor’s tunic is
big and it shoots a spike of arousal straight into his cock. He can imagine it
– Thor’s fingers enveloping his waist, lifting him up so easily, capable of
breaking every bone in Loki’s body single-handedly –
Loki really has no idea how ends up as he is – trousers kicked off, Thor’s
tunic slipping down one white shoulder, and his fingers wrapped around his
cock, making filthy slick sounds as he gets himself off to the thought of Thor
stuffing a hot, calloused finger in his mouth and making him suck. Or maybe
it’s the thought of his brother bringing said digit to the crease of his ass
and pushing - sliding into him, thick and warm.
He twists his fingers on his cock, rubbing the head to spread the precome, and
imagines it’s the rough pad of Thor’s thumb. Loki arches, hand clenching
tighter and wishing, for one glorious moment, that it was bigger, warmer,
stronger, harsher – letting his cock fuck furiously into his fist as his orgasm
creeps up his thighs.
And cue Thor’s return from the baths at this moment, dressed in a clean outfit,
who stops in his tracks when he sees Loki aroused and wanting, the faded red
tunic hitched up around the flushed cock between the small, lean thighs.
‘I-I – uh – will leave you to that,’ stutters his brother, face red, and Loki
hisses at the sound of that low, deep voice echoing through the room, jerking
his cock in hard, punishing strokes as he imagines Thor murmur into his ear,
vibrate through his nerves till he is a broken, writhing, sobbing mess –
Loki comes with a shout, and Thor’s jaw is clenched tightly, standing frozen in
the room, hand reaching forward to get to the door.
‘I’ll need another shirt from you, brother,’ says Loki, lazy and fucked out,
head lolling against the furs as he watches the red flush creep up Thor’s neck
to his cheeks and ears. Then, in a flash of movement, Thor has left the room,
door slamming shut, but Loki finds it tastes like victory.
-
It takes Thor a week and a half to look Loki in the eye. He abandons his room
for Loki and finds refuge in some other bed on the other side of the palace.
For a time, Loki worries he has scared his brother away with his wantonness,
but when he catches Thor gazing at him over dinner, with a thoughtful
expression painted over his face, Loki is reassured that his brother is simply
going through a small kink crisis.
It wasn’t everyday one’s younger brother tries to seduce a person. Especially
when Thor has bent said younger brother’s older incarnation over countless
desks and beds and baths, or, if Loki remembers other dreams, let said
incarnation fuck into Thor in turn, harsh and sweet until Thor is sweat-slick
and coming, his hips meeting each thrust like he’s been trained for it.
Of course, Loki knows he can’t fuck Thor as he is now, and has no real
inclination to shove his cock into his massive brother. Perhaps later. For now,
what he really wants is to have Thor open him up with his thick fingers and
slide in home, huge and hot and unforgiving as he screws right into Loki’s
tight, hungry body.
‘Brother, are you heading to the training grounds?’ asks Loki as he catches
Thor in the corridor, adjusting his gauntlets, ‘let me come with you.’
Thor seems to tense before dropping his shoulders into relaxed lines and
smiling at Loki. ‘Brother,’ he greets, and Loki feels something warm pool in
his belly. Nothing like lust at all, but it makes his attraction all the much
stronger.
In a fit of spontaneity, Loki fits his hand into Thor’s, feeling how small his
fingers are as they wrap around the palm of his brother. Thor seems surprised,
but he accepts the gesture, squeezing lightly, as they leave the palace and
walk the short path around the back to the stables and training yard.
‘You haven’t returned to your room lately,’ says Loki quietly.
‘It is your room now; I wish not to… disturb you, as last time.’ Thor’s voice
is low and soft, as if he doesn’t want anyone to overhear, though his words are
as innocent as always.
Loki licks his lips, wonders where to go from here. To tell Thor – hey, it’s
okay to fuck your little brother no matter how little he is because he knows
all about it and, seriously brother, this is a totally informed decision. Maybe
with a bit more tact than that, though.
‘How did we start fucking?’ blurts Loki instead, and any thought of tact
immediately evaporates into the blue Asgard sky.
Thor freezes, hand still holding Loki’s, but he is looking at his brother with
wide, confused eyes. ‘Pardon?’
‘I know about us,’ he continues because oh, hell, he can’t take the words back
now, can he? ‘I have some memories about that time, and some dreams, of,
y’know, when we fucked.’
Thor is openly staring now. ‘I… wasn’t aware,’ he replies slowly.
Loki rolls his eyes. ‘Of course you weren’t, you oaf.’
The comment makes a small huff of laughter erupt from Thor, whose eyes have
warmed again into something that shoots adoration right down Loki’s spine and
curls up comfortable with the lust in his belly. ‘I sometimes forget it is you
in that small form.’ He frowns a little, brows scrunching up. ‘But, I do not
know if I…’ He gestures helplessly with the hand not holding Loki’s own.
‘I’ll practice,’ says Loki quickly, hoping he is interpreting the actions
right, and slips away from Thor, calling behind him, ‘meet me in my – your –
our room tomorrow night, alright?’
And with that Loki’s mouth curls as he slips into the long shadows of the
palace, disappearing from sight as Thor stands, confused, as usual. C’mon,
brother, Loki wants to coo, get your shit together and fuck me.
-
Loki has actually been practicing for a long time, but he won’t tell Thor that.
It might scandalize the poor guy. Of course, before, he’d usually stop at two
fingers opening himself up as he rubs his cock against the bed underneath him,
moaning soundlessly. Two fingers were usually satisfying for a quick jerking
off, because before, on Earth – wait, it’s Midgard now – Loki didn’t have an
entity for what he wanted slamming into him.
Now, however, Loki is very much aware that he wants Thor rolling his heavy cock
into Loki, pounding into him ruthlessly, leaving bruises on his thighs and
hips, and flooding his ass with come until Loki is mess of arousal and
satisfaction – if two such things can even co-exist. Maybe he’d dip a finger
into himself and make a show for Thor as he licked the liquid off of his hand,
the smell and taste of his brother hanging heavily over him.
The third finger makes the stretch burn up his spine, leaving him panting wetly
against the fur of the bed as he tries to slide it in. His cock is flagging a
little as he works himself open with the three digits, one shallow stroke, two
shallow strokes, now three – endless and repetitive and making Loki squirm.
He pushes in completely and pauses, trying to catch his breath as his other
hand strokes his cock gently back into hardness. The he pulls and pushes all
three fingers again, deep, his voice caught in a gasp somewhere along his
throat, and the image of Thor’s dick where his fingers will be – possibly
tonight if all goes right – makes his cock jump, spitting precome.
Loki waits, working himself open slowly, imagining countless ways Thor will
fuck him right into Ragnarok, and hopes his brother will arrive. It was a
hastily thrown invitation, he realizes, but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be
accepted.
Then his door creaks open, and Loki almost laughs in relief.
‘Brother,’ and Loki’s pulse flares at the low, deep sound of Thor’s voice. He
can’t see his brother or the door behind him, but the fact that he is here is
enough to drive him halfway to coming.
‘Thor,’ whines Loki, fingers still two knuckles deep in his ass, and Thor
closes the door quietly, his steps coming closer and surprisingly even. He
appears at Loki’s side, leaning down, face curiously devoid of any particular
expression.
‘Loki,’ he says, voice even and careful, ‘you are too small for this yet, I
would break you.’
Loki muffles a sob against the fur at the sound of that, his cock twitching,
‘please, fuck, please break me.’
He watches Thor seem conflicted, mouth tight and eyes contemplative. ‘You want
this,’ he says, finally, the electric blue of his eyes coming up to find Loki’s
own. It takes a lot of willpower for Loki to not punch his brother in
frustration.
‘Of course I do, look at me,’ and he arches his back, pulling his fingers in
and out of him with an obscene, wet sound from the oil he has used. He finally
sees it – a flush on his brother’s cheeks, a glaze over the electric blue of
his eyes, and the way he licks his bottom lip as if his mouth might be dry.
Thor wants me, thinks Loki hazily, oh, Thor is going to fuck me.<?p ??????>
He comes – leaving splatters of semen over the fur and his hand, his fingers,
knuckle-deep, feeling the way his ass ripples and clenches around them in
orgasm. He will do that to Thor’s cock when he comes, knows Loki, he is going
to ruin his brother and it will be glorious.
Once the orgasm fades away, Loki can’t prop his hips up any longer and
collapses against the bed, mouth open and gasping as he tries to catch his
breath, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop. Tracing his gaze over Thor –
who is flushed and tense – he finds the bulge in the man’s trousers, and makes
a gesture to reach out for it, but Thor catches his wrist in his large hand.
‘If you still wish to continue with this endeavour,’ he says in that voice that
still manages to send shivers down Loki’s spine, ‘then I shall wait in these
chambers in three days time, to allow you to stretch and recover from tonight.’
‘Okay,’ pants Loki, eyes stuck on Thor’s groin where he can see his brother’s
cock, thick and long, pressing against the breeches on the trousers. He licks
his mouth, unable to speak, as he follows the view until it disappears from his
line of sight and Thor’s step fade as a door opens and closes behind him.
It takes only a few minutes for him to fall asleep, and he does it with a
smile.
-
For the first day, Loki spends hidden in the library, researching spells of
lubrication in the darkened sections, because if he is going to do this, he is
going to do it right. On the second day, he spends an obscenely long time
laying in bed working himself open with oil, of which he has a refill stashed
away, he makes sure. And, on the third day, Loki does not dare cross Thor’s
path, taking his dinner in his chamber and trying to calm his heartbeat.
After finishing his meal, Loki escapes into the bath, cleans himself so
thoroughly that he is almost scared to get out of the tub. Then, trying to
remember how to breathe from his anticipation, he pulls on the same faded red
tunic with gold embroidery over himself, now cleaned, and lets it slip over one
shoulder, wearing nothing else. He sits cross-legged on the bed of furs, with
his pot of oil, filled to the brim, placed on the floor at the side. He waits.
The night sky has gone navy-blue and Loki almost reminisces about Paris skies
and stars, head lolling on his shoulder as he looks out the window. The reverie
breaks when the door opens. After shutting it quietly, Thor stands, hands
behind his back, gold hair poured over his shoulders, wearing only a blue tunic
and dark trousers, barefoot.
His blue eyes are gentle and warm, and Loki wants to go up to him and wrap his
arms around the massive shoulders, burying his nose into his brother’s neck
until he can only smell ozone. And then of course, press his hard cock against
Thor’s hand and have him jerk him off until he comes in a shivering mess. Of
course.
‘Are you certain, little brother, that you wish this?’ asks Thor finally,
breaking the silence softly.
This time Loki does roll his eyes. ‘Yes, yes, I know we’ve done this before
years ago.’
Thor nods, approaching the bed and sitting down beside Loki. ‘Many times,’ he
laughs out, ‘you were quite insatiable.’
Loki smiles coyly, ‘don’t you want to know if I still am?’
‘Oh, I’m certain you are,’ replies Thor easily, hand coming up to stroke the
black hair as he might a cat. Loki arches at the touch, twisting upwards so the
hand rests against his neck, a hot brand on his skin.
‘I want, brother,’ says Loki evenly. Thor cocks his head, face thoughtful.
‘As do I,’ he admits, half-smiling, before his grip goes tight around Loki’s
neck and he pulls him against his chest. Loki can still breathe, and damn him
if being tossed against Thor like some small doll doesn’t make his arousal
spike. His hands come up, curling into Thor’s hair as he kisses his brother’s
neck like a man starving.
Thor groans, his hands now on Loki’s waist, lifting him, and Loki locks his
ankles around the man’s back, his teeth scraping down the skin. He nips at
Thor’s collarbone, fingers pushing at the collar of the tunic to expose more
skin.
‘Eager, brother?’ says Thor, laughter in his voice, but Loki hitches his hips
against him in response, pressing his cock against Thor’s stomach. The blonde
man growls low in his throat when his hand slides up a white thigh and finds
nothing between Loki’s skin and the tunic he wears. Loki laughs into his
brother’s ear, ‘very.’
Thor stands up, Loki scrabbling for a grip on the man’s shoulders as he is
moved through the air. He feels Thor get on his knees on top of the furs, a
hand on Loki’s waist as he pushes the smaller one down onto his back. Loki
stares up at his brother, whose eyes are the brightest blue he has ever seen.
His mouth dries up, and he can only tilt his hips upwards in a silent plea.
His brother seems to understand as he hitches the tunic above Loki’s waist,
exposing his cock to the night air. ‘You have not lost any of your…’ He pauses,
and touches the pad of his thumb to the head of Loki’s leaking cock, making him
moan loudly. The thought remains unfinished as Loki feels his brother’s hand –
large and calloused and warm – wrap around his cock and slide over him slowly.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ rambles Loki, bucking into the grasp, trying to get Thor to
go faster, but Thor only smiles genially at him, never changing pace. His fist
gets slick with precome with each stroke, and Loki wants to uncurl that hand
and lick it off, sucking down each thick finger as he watches Thor watch him.
For now, he whines in his throat, and Thor bends over to lick a stripe up his
thin neck.
‘Yes, you’re still like this,’ he murmurs against Loki’s skin, sliding up, the
bristle of his beard rubbing against the smaller one’s chin, ‘still such an
insatiable slut.’
The word sends a jolt of arousal into his cock. ‘Yeah, I am,’ grins Loki,
unabashed, fingers tracing over the muscles of his brother’s arm, ‘so, fuck me
– and break me.’
Thor’s hands leave his skin and the loss makes him hiss, before he feels them
back on his thighs, spreading him open and pushing back, so his knees almost
touch his chest. He can feel Thor’s gaze on his puckered hole, flushed pink and
already loose from when Loki had worked himself earlier in the day with his
oil.
‘Spread me open, brother,’ says Loki, and anything else he was going to say
gets cut off when Thor does just that, pulling his cheeks apart and groaning.
He feels the edge of a blunt nail trace around his opening, before pressing in
and – oh –
He rolls his hips, drawing Thor’s finger into him deeper, ‘yeah, c’mon, get me
loose and sloppy for your cock, Thor – fuck – ’ and his ass is on fire at the
thickness of just one digit, nothing like his own hand, nothing like how he
works himself open. ‘I want another one, another – brother – ’ begs Loki, mouth
open and empty as he feels Thor reply by pulling out and then working in the
tips of two fingers into him.
‘Always wanting, Loki,’ says Thor, before he presses in, both fingers deep into
Loki’s ass, and Loki feels like the air has been punched out of his lungs. It
is everything he has imagined, and he can’t wait for Thor’s cock, the wet blunt
head against him, curved and thick, bigger than even these fingers.
‘Your cock, oh god, I want your cock,’ he pants, hips moving eagerly over the
fingers, ‘yeah, fuck, break me with your fucking cock.’ Thor shoves just a
little bit more harshly into Loki’s hole, his other hand coming up to stuff a
finger into Loki’s mouth.
‘Such filth, brother,’ Thor says, and his voice is low, deep and wrecked, and
Loki moans, licking at the intruding digit, sucking it, tasting salt and sweat,
wrapping his mouth and coating it with all the saliva he thinks he would over
Thor’s dick. Thor pulls both of his hands away and Loki watches him take off
the tunic and trousers, tossing them to the side of the bed.
When Loki moves to get the tunic he wears off, Thor catches both his wrists.
‘No,’ and he blushes after the word escapes him, but Loki smirks in turn.
‘Did you jerk off after you saw me wearing it, brother?’ he asks, teasing,
‘were you hot and bothered? Did your cock ache? How fast did you get off?
Thinking about me in your clothes?’ Thor makes no attempt to reply, only
settling between Loki’s legs, spreading them again, and moving forward so the
wet, hot head of his cock catches against the flushed hole.
Loki’s breath hitches. ‘Oh, god, in me,’ he says, close to a whine, his own
cock straining against his stomach as it drips precome onto his skin, ‘oh fuck
me fuck me fuck me – ’ and Thor pushes, groaning against Loki’s neck, his
fingers on the back of the smaller one’s thighs as the initial ring of muscle
shivers and clenches before loosening till the head of Thor’s cock is finally
inside.
He’s full, but not yet – no, there are still inches of thick, pulsing dick to
get in him. Loki focuses on breathing and thinks of the lubricating runes he
has learned in haste in the last two days. He calls upon them, letting his
seidr curl in his blood and respond. He feels his ass grow warm, and the
muscles relax, and Thor lets out a breath he has been holding.
‘You’re tight, brother,’ he groans, ‘as tight as the first time I had you.’
Loki’s nails dig sharply into the muscles of Thor’s back.
‘Tell me, tell me about the first time you fucked me,’ he demands, as another
inch of Thor’s cock slides into him. Thor pants, forehead against the top of
Loki’s crown of dark hair, and continues to speak.
‘It was bound to happen,’ he says after a few breaths, ‘the first time, you
straddled me and rode me from sun down to sun rise.’ Loki groans at the
thought, hips shifting and another inch is inside now.
‘G-Go on, and the second time? The third?’
‘The second, you pushed me down to my knees and took me from behind like a
dog,’ snarls Thor, and his hips involuntarily move, slipping deeper, making
Loki keen, ‘the third, I repaid you with your mouth crushed against the wall so
you couldn’t speak while I used you.’
‘Oh, I remember that,’ says Loki, ‘you fucked me like a beast, your hand on the
back of my neck, and your balls made the most filthy sound when they slapped
against my thighs – ’ and Thor hits home, slides in as deep as he can go,
pressed hot against the back of his thighs, his fingers leaving bruises on
Loki’s skin.
‘Now, what shall I do, hm?’ Thor says, quiet, hips trembling minutely, ‘what
was it, my wanton little brother? Fuck you?’
Loki moans, ‘yes, oh god, break me, split me apart with your cock.’ Thor pulls
back and thrusts, stuffing Loki up with his dick ruthlessly, and Loki keens,
wondering how his body can handle the intrusion. He tries to breathe as his
brother moves in and out of him, hot and thick, working Loki’s ass open and
leaving him warm and loose.
Thor fucks into the smaller body with intensity – pace fast and deep, never
relenting, thrusts like clockwork as he plunges in and out of Loki’s tight
hole, ruining him. Loki sobs, feeling full to the brim, and wanting nothing
more than to never let it end. He lets himself be pitched forward with each
buck, his body nothing but a ragdoll in his brother’s arms.
His cock is leaking profusely now, leaving a pool of precome on his stomach,
and he grasps it tightly at the base, not wanting to come yet. Not while he was
getting fucked to an inch of his life by a massive cock on his massive brother
– very much capable of crushing him but resisting.
‘Loki,’ groans Thor against the other’s hair, ‘Loki, I will not last like this
– you are so tight.’ Loki begins to roll his hips against the thrusts, feeling
Thor’s hard cock slip in and out of him faster. Thor hisses something before he
plies Loki in half – thighs folded back to the point where Loki is glad he’s a
teenager and still flexible – and fucks, skin meeting skin loudly and
unabashedly as Thor drives into the smaller body. ‘Loki,’ he says again, as if
in warning, and Loki knows.
‘Fuck, do it, yeah, in – uhn – in me,’ rambles Loki in anticipation, and Thor
comes. It is how Loki imagines it will be. He can feel the twitch of the cock
inside of him and the flood of warmth that coats his insides like some secret
mark of possession. He writhes on the fur, hips pressed right up against Thor’s
abdomen so he won’t let a drop escape.
For a minute, Thor is still and Loki tries to catch his breath, before he
remembers his cock is still hard and aching in his hand, and Thor remains
inside of him. Refractory period for gods apparently did not exist, as Thor
still feels huge and hard, and it is just what Loki wants.
‘More,’ he announces, and hears the rumble of Thor’s chuckle slide right over
his skin, down into his nerves. ‘I want to ride you.’
‘Yes, Loki,’ says Thor, and kisses him on the mouth. A surprised sound escapes
him and he opens his mouth, feeling the way Thor worries at his bottom lip,
licking over his teeth, tracing the roof of his mouth. Loki presses back,
sloppy but eager, tasting the remnants of wine from dinner and something like
spices. He feels Thor pull away, pressing a wet kiss on his brow in affection,
and Loki feels his face go red in adoration. His brother would ruin him one
day.
Thor pulls out and slides his hands onto Loki’s waist before lifting him up
altogether and holding him as he lies down on his back. Loki feels himself hang
in the air and then finally descend to straddle his brother’s lower stomach,
the wet tip of Thor’s cock smearing come over his ass.
‘Are you ready, brother?’ asks the blonde man, watching him, and the gentleness
makes Loki squirm.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ he says quickly, glancing away, and reaches behind him, wrapping
his fingers around the length. His hand almost can’t reach completely around
the thickness of his brother’s dick and marvels at how his body can take it
inside of him. Lifting his hips, Loki presses the tip against his hole and
sinks down, the come inside of him making it much easier this time.
He drapes his chest along Thor’s, and licks at a nipple, scraping his teeth
over it, making Thor hiss, as his hips begin to rock downwards. He takes it
slow for the first few minutes, letting his body adjust once more, the slick
sounds of come leaking out of him, making way for the hard, hot cock to plunge
in.
Thor is panting, his eyes wide and the electric blue a fierce, bright colour in
the room and Loki is fascinated by it, his hips picking up the pace as Thor’s
fingers fist into the furs. He begins to ride, smoothly now, his ass raw but
loose, fucking himself on Thor’s length until he thinks he’s going to be split
open.
It’s just as hot and hard in this position, and he loves it – the thickness
causing a slow burn up his spine, and he can’t help it anymore. He strokes his
own cock, feeling orgasm rising already. Thor groans as Loki clenches his ass,
rolling downwards and keeping him there as his fucks his own fist. ‘Thor,
Thor,’ he whines, and Thor reaches down, wrapping his own hand completely
around Loki’s, stroking with him now.
He can’t help it – it takes a squeeze and the calloused pad of his brother’s
thumb pressed right against his slit – and comes, spilling warm semen over
Thor’s stomach and their hands, and his ass ripples and clenches once more,
milking Thor’s cock inside of him.
Thor throws an arm over his face as he gives a small shout from the
stimulation. Loki, collapsed over his brother’s torso, gives a helpless moan,
feeling boneless but wanting his brother to come. Thor spreads his legs, a hand
coming up to press against the back of Loki’s spine – fingers threatening to
stretch across the skin completely, reminding them just how small Loki is in
comparison.
Then, to Loki’s delight, Thor presses down – holding his brother in place –
before his hips move, bucking in with a more unrestrained force, fucking
ruthlessly hard and deep into his tight, hot hole. Loki is a broken, writhing
mess now, his mouth gaping open, saliva over his lips and down his chin, as he
is fucked to kingdom come.
It is deep and hard and fast and perfect - each slam of hips pitching him
forward and drawing him back, a rhythm of ruthless precision, ruining his
insides and making each sound as filthy as the next. The room fills with them –
the slick noise of come leaking out, the slap of Thor’s balls against Loki’s
ass, the keening gasps of Loki littered with the grunts of Thor.
Thor drives into Loki, and Loki is left moaning as his hands slip over his
brother’s chest for something to hold as he is pounded into. ‘Oh, fuck, Thor,
Thor,’ he says, over and over, almost sobbing now as his flaccid cock begins to
twitch in interest. His brother is still so hard inside of him, and the thrusts
become brutal – harsh and unrelenting.
More, more, more, thinks Loki deliriously, unable to speak as Thor provides
just that – his own come lubricating each slam of his hips against Loki. They
fuck ruthlessly, Thor’s fingers holding Loki right up against his torso as his
cock plunges in and out of the tight, hungry body – so small and wanton,
begging for Thor to wreck Loki completely.
Loki can feel it coming – his brother’s orgasm slipping into Thor’s thighs. The
thrusts lose their rhythm, become messy and uncoordinated. Thor groans, low,
letting his voice vibrate right into Loki’s skin, and he begins to grind right
into his little brother’s hole, the tip of his cock reaching some place
unspeakably deep inside. Loki sobs, his fingers digging into Thor’s skin, and
lets his brother’s thick, hot cock ram into him once, twice –
His thighs are going to be bruised, his asshole loose and open, gaping,
drooling white come when Loki stands up. The thought makes him writhe, tilting
his hips just so – letting Thor’s dick rub right against the inside of him at
each thrust. He counts again – one, two, three – and Thor snarls, ‘Loki, now,’
and Loki obeys, mindlessly, clenching his ass tight just as Thor’s cock plows
into him.
‘Oh, fuck, yes, flood me with your come,’ says Loki, eyes wide, and Thor does
just that, pumping spurt after spurt of semen right into him, thick and copious
till Loki wonders how Thor can still keep coming. It threatens to overflow, to
leak out of him, and Loki can’t breathe – he is just so full and completely
satisfied.
It takes a minute for Thor’s cock to soften and slip out, as they both breathe
deep. Loki props his chin on Thor’s chest, watching his brother, who looks back
at him. But, Loki is not done yet. With a sly smile, he reaches behind himself,
tracing his flushed, loose hole gently with the pads of his fingers.
Loki pushes three digits into himself, coating them with his big brother’s warm
come. And the look in Thor’s electric blue eyes as they watch the smaller one
bring his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean, one by one, sends one
last shiver down Loki’s spine.
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Needless to say, Loki gets his fill whenever he wants from then on.
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End Notes
     (The author has a lot of regrets, if you were wondering.) Well, I
     hope that hit everyone's underage, slut!Loki kink! :D
     x-posted to tumblr.
     coda smut fic for 200 kudos: Trial_Run.
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