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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Thor_(Marvel), Loki_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Christmas_Cookies, Size
      Difference, Blow_Jobs, Rimming, More_Floofy_Fluff, Brothers_Behaving
      Badly, That_is_not_the_Intended_Use_of_that_Product, Kitchen_Sex, Food
      Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-28 Words: 6955
****** c-c-c-cinnamon lips (and candy kisses on my tongue) ******
by sexualthorientation_(sexyscholar)
Summary
     They’d always been close, he and Loki, despite the five years between
     them; Loki toddling after his bigger brother on stubby legs had been
     an everyday thing. And every day, gravity would invariably step in –
     Loki would wobble and fall and cry; Thor would run back and scoop his
     baby brother up into his lap, tickling him until his tiny sobs turned
     into giggles.
     When they were seven and two, their parents called it cute.
     If their parents ever found out how much their relationship had
     changed, how often Loki would sit in his lap now, sobbing – and naked
     – with Thor’s fingers tickling him inside…
     Well. ‘Cute’ would hardly be the word anyone would use.
     Note: Thor is 19, Loki is 14. If that's not your thing, feel free to
     scroll on by.
Notes
     Sooooo.
     Here's a Christmas fic...at the end of February, because I'm timely
     like that. :p But! It's nothing but fluff and smut -- mostly smut -
     - so I hope that makes up for how late it is??
     Before we get to the filth, I need to heap tons of love and thanks on
     RadiatorfromSpace (AO3/Tumblr). This fic would never have seen the
     light of day without her. RoS, thank you for your encouragement,
     enthusiasm, incredible beta-reading skills, and unwavering faith in
     me and my abilities. <333 Binkbonk!
See the end of the work for more notes
“Dad’s gonna kill me.”
 
The county road is black and quiet and his car’s engine is chugging along as if
that oak hadn’t just made best fucking friendswith his bumper. Snow continues
to fall, heavy and wet, only to be pushed aside by the steady flick of the
windshield wipers.
 
The bumper took the brunt of the blow, there’s a crumpled dent in its corner
and bits of the smashed plastic headlight housing are scattered over the snowy
patch of grass by the side of the road. The light itself is still aglow, but
its angle is way off, making the car look cockeyed from the front.
 
“Shit,” Thor hisses, teeth chattering from more than the cold.
 
It could be worse, but his dad is going to fucking kill him.
 
He stares at it helplessly for a minute, then gets back into the car but leaves
the door open and welcomes the frosty, sobering air that hovers around him as
he pulls off his beanie. He stares down at his chunky boots still planted in
the snow.
 
“Shit, shit, shit.”
 
There’s nothing he can do about it right now; it’s unlikely that he’ll pass an
open auto body shop at this time of night, and even if he did, he doesn’t have
the cash to pay for it. Thor figures the best he can hope for is hiding it, for
now, so that no one sees it, and then throw himself on the mercy of the court
known as Mom when someone finally does.
 
Besides that – it’s Christmas. He wasn’t due to come down for two more days,
and (he hopes) his parents will be so happy to see him that they won’t notice
for a while. And in the meantime, he’s pretty sure he can wheedle money out of
Loki to get it fixed; he always hoards his birthday and pet-sitting money, and
Loki is especially agreeable in the afterglow of a big brotherly hand job.
 
Even in his current predicament, the thought of his little brother brings a
small smile. Loki doesn’t know about Thor’s plan either. Thor had been
thiscloseto spilling the beans the last time they’d Skyped, but then Loki put
on his ‘performance’: a cheeky little dance number on Thor’s laptop screen in
nothing but a pair of red shorts and a Santa hat, lip-synching to ‘All I Want
for Christmas is You.’
 
Fifteen minutes, a flushed and panting baby brother, and a puddle of cooling
spunk on his own stomach later, everything else on Thor’s mind had dissolved.
 
The memory springs Thor (and the area just south of his belt) into action and,
sense of purpose restored, he situates himself behind the wheel again and shuts
the car door.
 
With the click of his seat belt, a smile on his face, and his hot dish of a
brother fresh on his mind, Thor finishes the drive to his sleepy little
hometown.
 
~
 
Thor eases the car up the long stretch of gravel driveway, parks around the
side of the house, and climbs out. He drags his overstuffed duffle bag out of
the backseat and heaves it onto his shoulder. Tugging his beanie down on his
head, Thor looks up at the falling snow and admires the milky skyglow. The snow
isn’t deep yet, but it’s only a matter of time; by morning, Thor suspects his
car will be covered in a pristine blanket of snow, which should disguise the
damage nicely, at least for a day or two.
 
He makes his way up the cobblestone path to the house, his breath a rolling
cloud of vapor against the much colder air. The outdoor decorations are up:
glittery, long white icicle lights line the roof’s edge, the big lighted wreath
hangs on the front door, and through the large bay window, Thor can see a huge,
trussed-up evergreen that just barely fits under the living room ceiling. It
looks like Odin’s ‘go big or go home’ policy when it comes to the holidays is
still firmly in place, and Thor’s heart warms. As much as he loves going to
college a state away in a big city, he wouldn’t trade his cozy little hometown
upbringing for anything.
 
Thor slides his house key into the lock and turns it to find that door is-
already open. He frowns. Their neighborhood has always been a safe one, but
even so, Frigga and Odin are good about making sure the doors are locked. He’s
confident that everything is fine, but he can’t help but feel a bit wary as he
pushes his way inside.
 
Seeing the living room in all its yuletide finery stirs up a nostalgia in Thor
that has him swallowing down a lump in his throat. The colored lights on the
tree give the room a rosy glow and the air around him is welcomingly toasty.
The family’s stockings are hanging above the fireplace; Loki’s green one sticks
out like a sore thumb against the rest of the family’s traditional red. His
father’s cherished antique train set chugs around the base of the twinkling
tree, and his mother’s little Christmas knickknacks – some dating as far back
as her childhood in Tonsberg – are all over the place.
 
The whole place should be on a Christmas card.
 
Thor takes a deep breath through his nose; the live tree’s heavy pine scent
permeates the room but, just over that, is the scent of cinnamon and sugar, and
his mouth waters. Mom’s (should-be-world) famous snickerdoodles are in progress
and Thor can already imagine them melting in his mouth. He shuts the door
behind him – and locksit – before shrugging out of his heavy coat and hanging
it on the coat rack. He shucks off his wet boots and socks to dry on the
plastic drip mat, and drops his bag on the floor.
 
He heads for the kitchen, geared up to surprise his mom (and maybe remind her
to make sure the doors are locked when she’s home alone), but he’s the one who
gets the surprise. Beyond all of the cookie makings – the bowl and the electric
mixer sitting in it, all the broken eggshells, sprinklings of flour, cinnamon,
and sugar, and the thick globs of batter, butter and shortening – is Loki.
 
Loki's busy bopping, shuffling, and singing (slightly off-key) along with a
doo-wop version of ‘White Christmas’ playing on their mother’s tiny radio on
the kitchen counter, his black hair gathered into a messy bun on the top of his
head. He’s dressed in one of Thor’s old sweaters. The garment is way too big
for Loki’s lithe, little body; the hem rests at the middle of his slim thighs
and the neckline is hopelessly stretched out of shape from wear and years of
washing; it’s slipped down, showing off one of Loki’s pretty shoulders. His
legs are bare, save for a pair of tube socks – one with red rings around the
calf, the other with green – that Thor is fairly sure are his, too.
 
He last saw his baby brother only a month ago over Thanksgiving break, so he's
chalking it up to 'Christmas magic': Loki's a sight for sore eyes.
 
They’d always been close, he and Loki, despite the five years between them;
Loki toddling after his bigger brother on stubby legs had been an everyday
thing. And every day, gravity would invariably step in – Loki would wobble and
fall and cry; Thor would run back and scoop his baby brother up into his lap,
tickling him until his tiny sobs turned into giggles.
 
When they were seven and two, their parents called it cute.
 
If their parents ever found out how much their relationship had changed, how
often Loki would sit in his lap now, sobbing – and naked – with Thor’s fingers
tickling him inside…
 
Well. ‘Cute’ would hardly be the word anyone would use.
 
Thor moves in, his steps silent and breath held, intent on surprising his
brother with a big bear hug from behind, when Loki suddenly turns around.
 
For a second or five, neither of them says a word. Loki’s green eyes widen, his
lips open to form a soft ‘o’ and the bridge of his flour-dusted nose crinkles.
Then, without warning, his brother squeaks and rushes forward, slingshotting
himself into Thor’s not-quite-ready arms and locking his legs around his waist.
Thor manages to get a hold on his warm, wiggly armful while Loki plants a wet
smack of a kiss on Thor’s mouth.
 
Loki’s lips are soft, and he smells and tastes of cinnamon and sugar. Thor
gives in to the need to reclaim his baby brother; he pinches Loki on the butt
and, when he yelps, Thor slides his tongue into his hot, sweet mouth. As their
lips slip and slide in a loud, messy kiss, Loki drives his hips higher, and
Thor can’t miss the line of his brother’s cock – hard and unyielding – and both
he and Loki gasp when it slides against his own fully-fledged erection. Loki
whines and bites, sinking his teeth a fraction too deep into the meat of Thor’s
bottom lip. The hot flash of pain is enough to make Thor pull back for air…and
clarity. With no small amount of reluctance (Loki feels goodin his arms again),
Thor lowers his brother back to his feet.
 
Forget the bang-up job he’s done on the car; their parents walking in on them
grinding on each other in the fucking kitchen would definitely take the top
spot on the list of worst ways to ring in the holidays.
 
“Fuck, I missed you,” Loki blurts out, breathless. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
His lips are shiny with their spit.
 
“I missed you too, Lo.” He can’t help but touch him again. Thor steps into the
narrow space between them and cups the sides of Loki’s pretty face; he uses his
thumb to swipe away the smudge of flour on the tip of his little nose, and Loki
giggles. He’s so goddamned cute, Thor wants to eat him up.
 
Loki pulls off one snowman-shaped oven mitt and slaps Thor’s arm with it. “You
liar! You said you wouldn’t be home until the end of the week!”
 
“Easy, killer!” Thor says, laughing. “My professor let us write our final
early, so I decided to surprise you guys.” He wraps his arms around Loki’s
waist. “I thought you likedsurprises.”
 
Loki rolls his eyes. “They’re okay, I guess.”
 
But then he’s smiling up at Thor, cheeks pinked, and Thor drops a quick kiss on
each one. The mingled scent of cinnamon and Lokihits him again and he feels
lightheaded. One more kiss to the tip of Loki’s nose, and his brother is
pressed to him again, tilting his chin up for a real kiss. Thor indulges him.
“You’re delicious, baby,” he murmurs against Loki’s mouth. “I wanna gobble you
up.”
 
“What’s stopping you?” Loki asks, panting.
 
“Where’re Mom and Dad?”
 
Loki grins, and it’s a devilish thing. “They’re in town at Dad’s Christmas
party.” His bare hand slides down the bulge at the front of Thor’s sweats and
squeezes. “Pretty lucky, huh?”
 
Thor grunts at the pressure on his cock. “It is…”
 
The oven suddenly lets out a loud beep, and Loki jumps back, out of Thor’s
hold. “My cookies!” he exclaims, darting back to the oven.
 
Thor watches his brother, amused by his apparent dedication to baking. He also
takes the opportunity – as Loki bends over the open oven door – to get a good
look at his ass. The sweater rides up just enough for Thor to see the little
novelty briefs Loki’s wearing: bright green ones with little red and white
candy canes. The moment is all too short; soon enough, Loki is popping back
upright with a baking sheet clutched in his mitted hands. A set of a dozen or
so neat, golden-brown cookies lay on the surface, and Loki slides the whole
thing on to the counter.
 
Thor’s never met a cookie he didn’t like, and he reaches over to grab one, no
differently than when he was a kid. Loki smacks the back of his hand with a
wooden spoon. “Off!”
 
The tap doesn’t hurt, but Thor assumes his wounded puppy face anyway. “What was
that for?”
 
Loki slips off the oven mitts and grabs the sugar and cinnamon shakers from the
kitchen table. “If you try to take one now,” he says, shaking out some of the
sweet mix on the fresh cookies, “it’ll just crumble. Wait until they cool off.”
He sets the shakers down and turns to his brother. “That way, you can have the
whole thing instead of just a piece,” he offers, complete with a wink that
makes Thor hot all the way down to his toes.
 
Thor isn’t sure his brother is still talking about cookies. “Then…can I have a
taste, at least?”
 
Loki comes back to the table, picks up the electric mixer, and presses a button
to eject the small beaters, still coated in thick cookie batter. He offers one
of them to Thor. “Sure. You want to lick my beater?”
 
The innuendo has Thor’s stomach tightening with anticipation. “Yeah,” he
answers, his voice thick. “Gimme.”
 
Loki holds it out for him and Thor leans in, sticking out his tongue and
dragging it up one of the stainless steel bars. He licks a smear of batter from
his upper lip and hums appreciatively. “This is really good, Lo,” he praises.
“You’d give Mom a run for her money.”
 
Loki closes in and the other side of the beater, making a show of flicking the
tip of his tongue against it while Thor watches intently. “Mmm…it did come out
pretty good, huh?”
 
“Definitely.”
 
Thor plucks the beater from Loki’s delicate fingers and tosses it into the
sink. He grabs his little brother again and tugs him in close and tight,
relishing the way his small frame slots against his. They kiss again, good and
deep and slow, while Thor wedges one meaty thigh between Loki’s narrow ones.
 
Loki’s hands skitter underneath Thor’s t-shirt, clawing their way up his
abdomen, as he hooks a leg over Thor’s hip. The moment is interrupted by
another chime, followed by a loud buzzing on the table…Loki’s phone.
 
Predictably – he’s all but tethered to his phone like practically every other
teenager – Loki begins to wriggle in Thor’s grasp. Thor responds by holding him
tighter. “Leave it, baby,” he begs, sucking along Loki’s slender neck.
 
Loki doesn’t leave it; he’s still wrestling to get away. “Thor, let me- oh
fuck,” he curses when Thor scrapes his teeth over his exposed collarbone. “At
least let me see who it is.”
 
Thor groans unhappily, but he releases Loki, who turns a hair too fast and
almost slips on his way to the phone. Thankfully, his brother has always had
quick reflexes and he catches himself before he goes down entirely. He picks up
the phone; Thor watches his brother’s eyes go wide. “Shit- it’s Mom,” he says.
 
Loki slides a finger across the screen and answers. “Hi, Mom!” His voice is
bright and cheery and innocent – as if he wasn’t just trying to climb his big
brother like a tree. “Is everything okay?” he asks. Thor can hear his mother
respond on the other end, but he can’t make out the words.
 
“No, I’m okay – I was in the bathroom, and I had to run to get the phone,” Loki
lies, smooth as satin. “Mom, guess what? Thor’s here! He took a final early or
something- sure, here he is.” He shoves the phone at Thor, ignoring the way
he’s shaking his head and mouthing, ‘no, no, no.’
 
Fuck.“Hi, Mom!” Thor runs a hand through his thick blond hair. He’s never been
as good a liar as Loki, and he prays his mother doesn’t pick up on the edge of
horny teenagerin his voice. “Yeah, Dr. Banner let us do our chem final early,
so I, uh…”
 
He looks over at his brother and loses his train of thought. Loki is leaning
against the counter with one hand bunched up under the baggy sweater; Thor can
make out the vague outline of it toying with his nipple, and he swallows hard.
Loki’s eyes flutter shut as he plays, his head lolls from side to side.
 
Thor loves his mom, but the phone call can’t end quickly enough. “Yeah, the
roads are getting pretty bad; that’s probably a good idea.” He manages to keep
his expression neutral, but he’s going a mental fist pump as he listens to his
mother. “Yeah, me too- but I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I will. I won’t. Okay-
love you, too. Bye, Mom.” Thor ends the call and tosses the phone back on the
table.
 
“Hey! Careful with my phone, asshole!” Loki tells him, still teasing at his
nipples under the sweater.
 
Thor stalks over to him. “You’re such a little shit, Lo.” He yanks Loki’s hand
out from under the warm, woolly shift and slide his own hands inside, running
them over the soft skin of his flat tummy. He takes over for Loki, rubbing his
thumbs over the tiny, pebbled nubs. “I told you I didn’t want to get on the
phone.”
 
When Loki just shrugs, Thor responds by pinching both of Loki’s nipples, hard.
He eats up the way his brother pushes into the touch and hisses ‘oh fuck’
through clenched teeth. “What-,” he pants, “what did Mom say?”
 
“She said – since the snow is getting worse and the roads are icing up, she and
Dad are going to stay at a hotel in the city tonight, then drive home tomorrow
once things clear up.”
 
Loki smiles at Thor, the curve of his lips makes Thor think very dirty
thoughts. “In other words…we have the house to ourselves tonight, brother
dear?”
 
Thor nods. “We do. You want to know what else she said?”
 
“Hmm?” Loki tilts his head back, offering Thor unfettered access to his neck
again.
 
Thor ducks in and licks a line along Loki’s throat, from the dip between his
clavicles to the soft underside of his chin. He loves that his little brother
hasn’t started to sprout facial hair just yet. “She said – to make sure I take
care of you,” he tells him. “And that I’m in charge.”
 
Loki arches a fine eyebrow. “Are you, big brother? Prove it.”
 
“Fuck yeah,” Thor says, voice low, before he captures Loki’s lips in another
brief but searing kiss. He takes the sweater by its loose hem – Loki gets the
idea and lifts his arms – and pulls it up and off, flinging the thing away.
 
“You’re so pretty, Lo.” It feels like it's been ages since they’ve been
physically (and alone) in the same room together, and Thor wants to touch him
everywhere. “You wanna go up to my room?”
 
Loki shakes his head. “Let’s stay here.” He gives Thor the Look, and directs
his attention to the state of his cheeky candy cane underwear. Thor makes to
touch the swell of his brother’s hard-on, but Loki is faster – he grabs the
waistband of Thor’s sweatpants, tugs them to the floor, and Thor steps out of
them, pushing them off to the side with his foot.
 
Thor laughs, watching his little brother situate himself of his knobby knees.
He’s ready to make some asshole remark about how hungry Loki must be for his
dick, but it falters on his lips when Loki’s small, warm hands slide up Thor’s
thick hairy legs and between his thighs. When his brother leans in and licks
the line of Thor’s hard cock through his deep red briefs, the quip dies
altogether.
 
He feels a blot of hot slick spout from the tip of his cock, and he groans; his
entire frame shudders as Loki goes on, giving his length little kitten licks
that scrape against the cotton – he has to grip the edge of the table to keep
his balance. The bowl of cookie batter rattles and, all at once, Thor gets an
idea. He sticks a finger into the goop and pops it into his mouth, sucking
noisily until every trace of it is gone. At his feet, Loki noses at his crotch
and whines.
 
“What is it, Lo?” Thor asks with a smug grin. “You want some?” He’s already
dipping his hand back into the bowl, swirling two fingers through the batter,
when Loki nods eagerly.
 
He puts the battered digits to Loki’s mouth. “Suck,” he orders, thrilling at
the way his brother obeys. Loki wraps his lips around the offering, humming
contentedly as he drags his tricksy tongue between Thor’s index and middle
fingers. A hot jolt of desire sizzles down to the pit of Thor’s stomach and
into his dick. “You’re so good, baby,” he tells him as he cups the back of his
brother’s head with his free hand.
 
If Loki hears, he doesn’t acknowledge him; what he doesdo is suck harder on
Thor’s fingers, hollowing his cheeks and moaning around them as spit dribbles
from the corners of his mouth. Thor hisses through clenched teeth, almost angry
at how quickly Loki can arouse him, and he shoves his fingers farther into
Loki’s sweltering mouth. His tongue wavers and he gags a little as Thor nears
the back of his throat, but doesn’t pull away.
 
Thor rescues his fingers from Loki’s clutching throat and tugs off his t-shirt.
His skin feels like it’s on fire. Loki takes hold of the waistband of Thor’s
briefs, and they quickly go the way of his pants. His cock juts out proudly
from its nest of coarse, blond hair; Thor wraps his hand around it and gives it
a couple of wringing pulls. He can’t take his eyes off his brother – or his own
dick, which looks so much biggerwhen it’s hovering in front of Loki’s small
mouth.
 
“Have you been a good boy this year, Lo?” he asks, struggling to keep his voice
from wavering. He knows how cheesy it sounds, and prays to a hundred deities
that Loki won’t call him on it.
 
He doesn’t; Loki shuffles even closer, his slick mouth spread in a filthy grin,
and nods. “I’ve been sogood, big brother.” Thor can feel every one of Loki’s
warm breaths on the head of his cock.
 
“Well then,” Thor replies, running his thumb over Loki’s plump lower lip. “I
think that deserves a reward.” His other hand takes one more dip into the
cookie batter – taking special care to get his palm in it, too – and he uses it
to slather his dick with the thick, drippy stuff. Thor pulls down Loki’s lip,
exposing his slightly crowded bottom teeth. “Don’t you?”
 
Loki looks up at him, wide-eyed, and licks his lips. When he dips his head and
licks the underside of Thor’s length from base to tip, Thor can’t help the tiny
squeak of surprise that escapes his throat because…well, he didn’t think his
brother would actually do it.
 
But there he is, tucked against Thor’s legs, with his warm tongue lapping at
the root of his cock and – oh sweet baby Jesus – Thor feels like he’s melting
from the inside out. When Loki comes back topside, there’s batter smeared
across his nose and mouth, but it doesn’t stop him from sticking out his tongue
and licking the sweet cream off of Thor’s cock with gusto. He isn’t quiet about
it either; Loki moans and hums and slurps his way down and up his length, and
Thor is quickly on the way to being fucking ruined.
 
Loki finishes sucking him clean; when he rounds his lips and wraps them around
his cock, Thor wastes no time getting his hands behind his brother’s head and
holding him in place while he pushes up into all that hot, wet awesome. “Oh
fuck, Lo,” he swears, licking at the sheen of perspiration above his upper lip.
“God, I wish you could see how pretty you look sucking my dick, baby.”
 
He really, really does. The last little bits of baby fat are melting away as
Loki rolls into adolescence and his cheekbones are starting to show – high,
pretty ones that could get him on magazine covers, if that’s what Loki wants.
Long, black lashes fan out against the apples of those high cheeks, and his
lips ripen from pink to red as they stretch around his fat dick. Loki is the
best little cocksucker in the world.
 
The tip of Loki’s tongue darts into the tiny slit at the tip of his cock and
Thor shivers, hunching forward; his hips jerk so hard that he feels Loki’s nose
mash into his pubic hair. His throat spasms around his dick and (oh goddamn) it
feels so good, all that warm, wet pressure and suction, that he lets primal
instincts prevail and fucks deep into his little brother’s mouth.
 
Loki doesn’t seem to mind a bit. He goes right down to the root of Thor’s cock
and reaches behind Thor to grab his ass; his sharpish nails dig into the skin
as he pulls his big brother toward him. Loki makes a pleading sound at the back
of his throat that Thor can feel in his balls, and he sags forward, setting his
big hands on Loki’s narrow shoulders. “Fuck, baby. Lo- you feel so good…”
 
Loki glances up at him, glassy-eyed, and smiles and…
 
Oh fuck.
 
“Lo, I’m gonna…” The warning isn’t even fully formed before Thor grits his
teeth and lets his climax bull him, sweating and swearing, over the cliff. Loki
opens his mouth and tilts back, getting a firm hold of Thor’s dick with both
hands as thick ropes of milky white cum spurt on his waiting tongue. Thor wants
to watch every last drop go into his brother’s greedy mouth, but sensation
overwhelms him and he has to shut his eyes, closing himself off to everything
except the heavy throb in his cock and balls and the rush of heat over his
skin.
 
After his brain stops spinning and the feeling bleeds back into legs, Thor
forces his eyes open again and waits for the world to slide back into focus.
His baby brother is still looking up at him with bright eyes and a mouth full
of jizz; he makes quite a show of swallowing it, moaning with utter
satisfaction as it slides down his throat.
 
“Good?” Thor asks huskily.
 
Loki licks his swollen lips. “The best.”
 
Thor growls, tucking his hands under Loki’s armpits and hoisting him off the
floor. He pulls his precious little brother into another sloppy kiss, and can
taste the salty, bitter notes of his leftover spunk and the sugary sweetness of
the batter on Loki’s tongue. A streak of acute possessiveness runs through him,
and he lifts Loki in one sweep, carrying him bridal-style to the kitchen table
and sets him down on top.
 
“I’m fucking crazy about you.” Thor runs his hands up and down Loki’s sides,
smiling when Loki giggles and squirms in his arms. “You know that, right, Lo?”
 
Loki slides his legs around Thor’s waist and nods.
 
“And you’re growing up so fine, too…even if you are still scrawny as fu- oof!”
 
His brother squeezes his thighs together, clutching Thor around his hips with a
strength that Thor didn’t know he had. “What was that, Thor?” His expression is
smug, but his voice strains with the effort it must be taking to pin Thor like
this.
 
He laughs. Loki might be stronger than he looks, but he’s still no match for
his older, bigger brother. “You heard me,” he teases, prying Loki’s legs apart
with his big hands.
 
“Scrawny.”
 
Loki rolls his eyes. “Well, I might not be a meathead like you,” he begins as
he tugs at the front of his teensy shorts, “but I’m definitely not scrawny.” As
if on cue, his dick springs up as the briefs come down, and, no…he certainly
isn’t. Not where it matters right now.
 
In fact, looking at Loki’s plump cock, Thor’s mouth is literally watering; a
droplet of drool rolls down his chin as he bends at the waist. “You’re right,
baby bro.” He gets his fingers around Loki’s dick and swirls his tongue around
the slick head. “Not scrawny.” When Thor opens wide and swallows him down, Loki
all but howls.
 
A few long, tight sucks later, Loki is already babbling obscene praises and
pumping his slim hips hard against Thor’s mouth; if he keeps this up, he knows
he’ll having his little brother coming in no time. As appealing as that is,
there’s one thing that Thor wants even more. He pulls off Loki’s dick with a
hollow-sounding pop, and Loki whines. “Shh, baby. Don’t I always take care of
you?”
 
“Uh huh,” Loki answers with a short nod, breathless.
 
Thor grabs hold of his brother’s ruined underwear and yanks them down his long
legs and off entirely. He takes a moment to fully appreciate the unwrapped gift
in front of him: his dangerously hot little brother, flushed and wanting.
 
“Spread your legs for me, Lo.”
 
Loki obeys, parting his thighs wide, and then wider still (God
blessgymnastics), until Thor’s goal is in easy sight: his brother’s tight, tiny
hole. Loki’s socks are still on, snug around his calves, and the sight of his
white socked feet and absolutely nothing elsehits Thor low in his gut. He runs
his hands up his brother’s flat stomach to his rosy nipples and back again,
reacquainting himself with Loki’s beautiful body.
 
He barely has any body hair to speak of yet, but Thor can feel the soft, fuzzy
beginnings of his pubic hair as his thumbs follow the vee created by his
jutting hipbones. He presses a kiss just below Loki’s shallow navel.
 
“You remember how much I love this?” he asks. Thor moves his hand lower,
grazing Loki’s balls as he makes his way to the dusky skin just below.  Thor
rubs the pad of his thumb over Loki’s pucker and his brother moans, soft and
pleading. “Mmm, I remember how much youlove this.”
 
Thor kneels on the floor and pulls his discarded sweats over, pushing the
wadded fabric under him. He nuzzles the warm skin just above Loki’s knees,
taking his time as he sniffs and licks and kisses up the smooth run of his
brother’s pale thighs. When he reaches his destination, he takes a deep inhale,
and lets Loki’s natural musk flood his senses. It’s been so long, and every bit
of his little brother – especially this – is fucking addictive.
 
Above him, though, his brother doesn’t seem to be enjoying Thor’s slow,
indulgent appreciation. His fingers have wound their way into Thor’s hair,
pulling at it none too gently. “Thor- come on.”
 
“Come on, what?” Thor teases. He knows what Loki wants and has every intention
of giving it to him, but he wants to hear Loki say it. His mouth hovers so
close to his brother’s entrance that he can feel his own hot breath bouncing
back against his lips. “Tell me.”
 
Loki whines, still gripping and tugging at Thor’s hair. “Fuck- lick my hole.”
 
“There we go,” Thor purrs. Without another word, he stretches out his tongue
and gives the furled skin of Loki’s hole a long, dragging lick.
 
There’s a dull thud somewhere above him; Thor almost doesn’t hear it over the
wet, hungry sounds he’s making. He raises his head as far as he willing to – he
has nointention of stopping – and finds that Loki has dropped out of view.
High, desperate whimpers soon follow, and an encouraged Thor carries on, eating
his little brother’s ass like groceries. He curls his tongue and drives it, hot
and slippery, into Loki’s hole. Loki’s entire body is practically vibrating,
and Thor can’t help but feel a little smug. He gives his head a vigorous shake,
growling as he fucks his tongue deeper into his brother.
 
“Oh shit,” Loki cries; there’s a telling smack of skin on skin, and Thor’s gaze
lifts to watch Loki stroking his dick. “Fuck, brother…I’m gonna come…”
 
Oh no you don’t.
 
Thor reaches up and bats Loki’s hand away without missing a lick. Loki’s hole
is good and open now, gripping around his thrusting tongue each time it passes
through, and he feels like he could dedicate at least another hour to eating
his brother out, aching neck and jaw be damned.
 
“B-big brother, please.”
 
Thor grins against Loki’s wet skin. He isthe big brother. The one in charge.
Fuck yeah, he is.
 
He gives Loki’s slick hole a parting lick and then pulls back to sit on his
haunches. He wipes his slimy mouth, feeling quite satisfied with himself.
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m in charge.”
 
“Shut the fuck up.”
 
“Accept it, Lo. I’m the big brother.” Thor pulls himself back to his feet and
takes Loki’s cock loosely in hand again. He strokes it enough to keep him hard,
but not to make him come. “Say it, baby.” 
 
Loki growls, frustrated. “Yes! Okay? Fuck, you’re in charge!” He balls his
hands into fists and bangs them against the table top. “Can I fucking come
now?”
 
“Soon…Mom made me promise to take care of you, remember?”
 
“I don’t- fuck,” Loki manages, his strained voice caught somewhere between
laughing and coughing. “I don’t think thisis what she meant, Thor.”
 
Thor laughs, too. “Obviously. But…just think – what if they changed their minds
and they’re on their way home?”
 
“Stop.”
 
Thor doesn’t. Can’t. Not with Loki’s rock-hard dick twitching in his hand.
“Imagine if they came in right now…”
 
Loki glares at him. “Thor...stop.”
 
“Walking in to find their precious baby boy like this,” Thor goes on, “sprawled
on the kitchen table – where we eat breakfast – being eaten out by his big
brother and begging to come.”
 
“His big, perfect, goldenbrother,” Loki adds; Thor takes the opportunity to
press his thumb through the pearl of slick and just into the slit at the tip,
and his brother shuts his eyes, arching from the table. “Thor,” he sobs.
“Fuck…”
 
“Yes, little brother?” Thor asks cheekily. He leans forward to tease one of
Loki’s itty-bitty nipples between his teeth. “I’m listening.”
 
Loki squirms away, impatient. “God, Thor. You keep saying you’re in charge,” he
says, making air quotes. “But it seems like I’m going to have to do
everythingmyself.” He reaches for the small can of shortening on the table and
pulls off the lid. He gives Thor a heated look and a naughty smile as he sinks
his middle finger into the thick, white grease, then pulls it out again and
tosses the can aside. Loki props his feet on the edge of the table, letting his
thighs fall open, and eases the oily digit into his hole, nice and slow. He
tosses his head back and licks his lips, breathing audibly, as he pushes
farther in.
 
Thor can tell by Loki’s short, breathy gasps that it feels good – but he knows
he can make it so much better. He takes up the abandoned can of grease and
follows his brother’s lead, driving two fingers into the cold, slippery stuff.
It feels weird; it squishes between his fingers and under his nails.
 
He extracts his fingers, taking care not to touch anything with them. Thor uses
his dry hand to grab hold of Loki by the ankle and yanks him back to the edge
of the table. “Let me,” he offers, rubbing the stretched rim of Loki’s hole
with his fingers. “You’re way too little to do that by yourself, baby.”
 
Loki’s eyes narrow to slits; Thor knows from years of experience that his
little brother is powering up for a tantrum (which would prove his point, but
this isn’t the time). He stops it before it starts, though, pushing Loki’s hand
out of the way and sinking his slick, thicker fingers deep into his ass.
Effectively diffused, Loki lets out a long, low moan and flops onto his back.
 
“There. Isn’t that better?”
 
Loki mewls, tosses his head from side to side. “God, fuck, yes,” he babbles.
“So much better…”
 
Thor nods, his attention focused on what’s happening between his brother’s
thighs. His fingers push in and pull out of his brother’s loosened hole, and
his brain makes the short leap to imagine what it would be like to finally
shove his cock into his baby brother and fuck until the world fizzles out of
existence. Loki’s so little – it doesn’t seem possible that he would even fit,
but when Thor chances a third finger and barely meets resistance, he knows that
his body will eat him right up…
 
“Nngh, god!” Loki gasps. He braces he feet against Thor’s stomach and takes
hold of his neglected dick, stroking it in time with Thor’s plunging fingers.
His body shifts and twists on the table, making its legs creak worryingly – but
not enough to stop. The hand on his cock is moving so quickly that his fingers
are little more than a blur; the other has latched onto the table rim above his
head, gripping it for dear life. “Brother, don’t stop!”
 
Like Thor ever could.
 
The slick sound of oil slapping against skin mixed with Loki’s lusty cries send
a frisson of heat straight to Thor’s cock. It curves up toward his toned
stomach and he’s so tempted to get another dollop of that shortening and take
himself in hand, but…
 
Loki’s channel tightens around his fingers with every slide, and when Thor
crooks them just so, his brother pulls up from the table, back arched and
muscles straining as he wails, “I’m so close, Thor!”
 
So am I, Thor thinks. His cock slides against the inside of Loki’s warm sweaty
thigh, his body instinctively meeting his brother’s thrust for thrust. He
twists the digits inside Loki again; his fingertips drumming relentlessly
against that same sweet spot. “Come on, baby brother,” he encourages. “You can
do it, Lo. I love you so much.” Sweat covers Loki’s lean chest; Thor watches
hungrily as beads of it shift and roll down his fair skin. He can’t keep still,
and the table is wobbling so badly now that Thor is kind of amazed it hasn’t
collapsed under his weight.
 
The pressure in Thor’s balls is building, tightening as his body burns with the
effort to stay focused on getting Loki to come.
 
His brother’s cries ramp up to screams as he finally – finally– breaks, and
then his body is jerking, cum fountaining out of his dick in high, thin
streams.
 
Loki has barely started to come down from his orgasm when Thor, sweaty and
wrecked, snatches his fingers out of Loki’s ass and gets his slippery hand
around his own cock. He jerks himself off fast, going so hard that he misses
Loki’s hands going to his ass to spread himself. He’s showing off his well-used
hole and its pink, puffy rim, still shiny with grease, and Thor isn’t going to
last…
 
“Come in me,” Loki pants, his own cock still spitting drops of spunk onto his
stomach. “Do it. Stick it in and come, Thor.”
 
He wants to – goddamn, Thor wants to come in his baby brother so badly.He steps
closer, holding his dick as he guides it to Loki’s loosened hole, and…the tip
glides against that warm slippery opening and he loses it before it can even
cram himself inside. The sheer heat coming off of Loki and Thor is swearing out
loud as a second orgasm barrels through him; his cock pumps out pulses of cum
all over his brother’s hole.
 
“Aww,” Loki whines. “I wanted to feel it pumping into me.”
 
Thor doesn’t say anything for a few moments – he can barely breathe, let alone
speak. When he finally has enough air in his lungs, he says, “You- you’re too
fucking hot.” He rests his forehead against Loki’s. “You’re perfect, baby.”
 
Loki doesn’t even bother to hide his smirk. “I know,” he says.
 
“Fuck,” Thor blurts as his body is hijacked by an unexpected shudder. He
brushes away the damp hair from Loki’s forehead and kisses him there. “I love
you, Lo.”
 
“I love you, too. And before the holidays are over,” Loki says, “I want us to
fuck. For real, I mean.”
 
“I sowant that.”
 
Loki holds up his hand and wriggles his little finger. “Pinky swear.”
 
Thor chuckles. “Lo, I don’t fucking- pinky swear, really?”
 
“Really.”
 
“Fine.” Thor rolls his eyes, but he hooks his little finger with Loki’s. “Pinky
swear that before I go back to school, we will fuck. My dick and your ass. It’s
a date.”
 
Loki nods. “Now carry me upstairs.”
 
Thor doesn’t argue – he’s loved toting Loki around for as long as he can
remember. He gathers up his brother and get his hands under his ass; he can
feel his cum, sticky between Loki’s thighs. “Shower?”
 
“Definitely. I’m gonna be washing grease out of my butt for the next few days…”
 
Thor gingerly steps through the kitchen to the stairs. “Hey, that was youridea
– and I didn’t hear you complain—mmph!” Loki lips are suddenly cutting him off,
giving him a hard kiss on the mouth.
 
“I wasn’t complaining. I was going to say that I’ll need your help getting me
clean. You up for that?”
 
A line from the radio drifts through to Thor at that moment. 'Oh, what fun it
is to ride…'
 
He smiles, thinking of the ways he can get his brother dirty again. “Yeah…I’m
up for that.”
End Notes
     I have to give big thanks to Thorduna -- this was initially inspired
     by her want for Thorki food fic oh so long ago. <3
     I hope you liked reading the cookie batter blow job as much as I
     enjoyed writing it ;) Again, many thanks to RoS for suggesting that
     bit of filthy excellence. :3
     The title is from an OK Go song. [x] :)
     Don't be shy; comments are a writer's lifeblood. I'd love to hear
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