Round 8
ROUND 8 IS CLOSED.
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Welcome to norsekink!
Keep up the awesome, folks.
Attention:
M ind the new rules that have gone up over the course of the last round.
NOTE: We've noticed that some of the prompts being posted have Thor characters only making cameos or not featured at all. We realize that Thor is closely involved in the Avengers, but we're requesting that ( Read more... )
Loki laughs at that, though it's an entirely unpleasant laugh, filled with years of experience and exasperation. Loans were what caused the problem, loans wouldn't fix it. Loans took more than a few days, too.
Loki comes closer with an air of purpose, but Thor can't decipher it. Words stick in his throat as Loki stands in front of him, looking down on him. He strokes a hand over Thor's hair, short and soft. "Get up."
And he does, noticing he's taller by just a breath, before he can no longer see for being pushed into his bedroom. There's a suit on the bed he plans to wear to his next job interview, deep grey and expensive looking. Loki throws it on the floor like it's trash, and motions to the slick, shiny deep brown sheets. He's not giving options.
The bed is cold under his hands, and his knees slide to the side when the fabric rustles. He turns around, sits straight and pulls one knee up to his chest. The order to strip is unnerving, and he wonders about the benefits of slow versus fast. He goes with fast, rather than turning it into a show for Loki. His clothes end up on top of the suit, and he covers himself as best he as he can with his hands.
Loki has grace going for him, even when he takes off his jacket and shirt. He looks stronger than Thor had anticipated, and it doesn't reassure him when Loki gets onto the bed with him. He doesn't bother to take off anything below the waist, just unzips his pants and raises one perfect brow.
Thor hasn't really had time to date lately, what with Loki hounding his ass for money, and he wonders briefly if this was the plan all along.
Loki's slacks are soft when Thor touches with, near the ankle, very softly. He rolls over until he's on all fours, and cautiously shifts closer. At first he can't bring himself to touch Loki any lower than his abs, so he trails his fingers downwards until he's forced to change his path. He hesitates for a moment or two, grateful in the back of his head that Loki waits patiently.
The skin he touches is warmer than that he'd touched before, but it's not heat he focuses on. Loki's cock feels stiff under his fingers. It's long and slender, and not entirely displeasing. He looks away as he helps Loki shift his clothing, as though looking will make the entire situation more real.
He closes his eyes instead, leaning down on instinct. He draws his tongue over the head, rewarded with a gasp from Loki. Maybe if he's good enough, this is where it ends, he reasons. His left hand cups Loki's balls, gently and softly with increasing pressure until he draws a noise from Loki, working the shaft with his other hand.
Thor hasn't had much experience deep throating men, but he has enough common sense to figure out how. He doesn't anticipate how much more difficult it would be than it seemed, and he swallows and chokes for a second. He can't help opening his eyes, looking up and catching Loki watching him. The perpetual smirk is back, and something about its familiarity is soothing.
He can't imagine the picture he must make when Loki reaches out to put a hand on him, guiding him deeper with slow increments. It's easier when he doesn't try to take it all at once, he notices, sucking all the while. Loki moans easily once he stop paying attention to guiding Thor, his thighs tensing. He keeps his eyes fixed on Thor's though, even when they narrow with diminishing focus.
He bucks as he orgasms, groaning. His fingers tighten as he tries to hold on, though Thor's hair is too short to hold on to. It's an unfamiliar taste, so he decides not to dwell on it.
Thor can't help but feel a bit slighted, though he understands that their entire deal is about making Loki happy, he figured that in prostitution, the hooker got to come too. He tucks Loki back in, wondering why he had to undress for it.
He sits back, covering himself with a pillow. Loki notices, and chuckles quietly.
"I suppose I could wait."
Fin
kind of... got interrupted 20 times during this. sorry. mergh. I just don't like leaving things unfinished.
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i wouldn't mind seeing more of this 'verse. i like your characterization of them both and holy moly that bj? hot!
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