Take my all, and give me everything, Thor/Loki, NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just play with them for fun, they’ll be put back in one piece I swear!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, do you see the tag? Thor/Loki, yeah, that.
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Summary: Shameless pwp, shameless.
Author’s notes: Written for aeon_entwined, prompt: Throne!Sex...
“We’re going to get caught.” Loki’s voice was soft, and it still managed to echo in the throne room. His dark hair hung around his face in the way that always said he’d had Thor’s hands in it not moments before, his cheeks flushed slightly pink. Loki never quite turned red…as if his pale skin wouldn’t allow it. His brother only laughed, loudly, sending his amusement straight to Valhalla. Loki made his typical long-suffering face at his brother’s boisterous behavior, but he honestly would have him no other way. Thor was Thor, after all, and Asgard’s golden heir apparent did what he pleased, even if that included his brother, on the throne of Asgard. When there was supposed to be court later.
Loki couldn’t resist the trouble that Thor always risked him in. Couldn’t tell him no, mainly because he didn’t want to. Not really.
“Come, /brother/. I want to take you. Up there, right now.” The way Thor said brother sounded like lover, and the tone in his voice made Loki’s knees weak, his teeth worrying at his lower lip. Thor hooked two fingers through one of the straps on Loki’s armor, yanking the dark haired prince bodily against himself, appreciating the small gasp Loki tried to strangle back at the movement. His free hand snaked back through Loki’s dark hair and tilted his head back sharply, Loki’s mouth went slightly slack, a small gasp. Allowing Thor to claim and silence that lying, worried, silver tongue where it lay. Giving it other tasks.
Thor backed up slowly, keeping his younger brother attached to him, kissing him breathless as he slowly worked through the latches on his armor. Why Loki wore this much clothing he would never understand, it was so difficult to take off quickly. Loki’s hands deftly started on Thor’s chest plate, his voice letting these wanting little whimpers slip out every so often. Oh he knew just how to drive Thor wild, and as they worked their way across the great hall, leaving a trail of discarded armor across the floor.
Only about halfway across the room did Loki even care where they were and what they were about to do. Thor’s blissful ignorance was catching…add to that the fact that he knew just where to bite and tease after all of the years that they’d had? It never took that long to get Loki to agree to whatever he wanted, breathlessly, begging for anything, /everything/. Loki’s sharp fingernails raked down over Thor’s ribs, making him stop what he was doing for a moment, letting go of his controlling grip on Loki’s scalp. Loki may have used this opportunity to kneel and pull his boots off, as he rose he pressed the length of his body along Thor’s, hands caressing and groping, sliding up over his obvious erection and pausing there for a moment, kneading and bringing a growl to Thor’s lips. Thor always seemed to keep his clothing longer than Loki did…not that he minded, he enjoyed undressing his brother.
“Where’s all that worry now?” Thor asked, picking Loki up at the hips easily, laughing as Loki locked his legs around his hips and rolled his hips against Thor’s, making several very un-Loki-like noises as he may have been trying to devour Thor’s mouth with his own, followed by his jaw, and throat, all hands and teeth and sweet, white hot friction. It took a considerable amount of concentrating to get them onto the throne, but once they managed onto the dias, Thor moved Loki around, shredding his pants, and all Loki could do about the matter was /writhe/, his bright green eyes hungry with want and his tongue darted out and moistened his lips.
“By all the nine realms: You. Are. Mine.” And there was nothing else, no more words as Thor took him, barely preparing him and reveling in the hungry noises Loki made under him, the tight warmth of him. The shapes he took as he arched backward over the arm of Odin’s throne and struggled not to yell out, clawing at Thor’s chest, hands clutching at his brother’s shoulders and pulling himself up so that he wasn’t touching the throne at all, all wordless keening as Thor brushed the point inside him that literally made sparks fly. Real ones, well conjured into being via magic, cause Loki saw them, they must be real.
Needless to say, Heimdall had a show, and Odin was /not/ pleased.