#ergiofasgard

buckybeary replied to your post: so i went for sign ups for my masters...

wow!!! what will you be specialising in? :)

I'm doing Gender studies :)

ergiofasgard replied to your post: so i went for sign ups for my masters...

yo i hope that it tuns out to be really positive and exciting!!

Loki fits his hands over Thor’s, admiring their differences and how well they fit together, despite or maybe even because of them. Where Loki’s hands are pale and delicate, Thor’s hands are tanned from long sparring sessions in the sun and so much larger. He could easily break free, but his fingers curl around the edge of the headboard trustingly, with only a slight squeeze from Loki.

Satisfied, Loki lets go and kneels on the bed, settling between Thor’s legs which slide open to make room for him without asking.

“Norns, you’re gorgeous on your knees for me,” Loki murmurs, taking in the picture in front of him. He smoothes his hands over the wide expanse of Thor’s back and shoulders, mapping the hills and valleys of golden skin and thick muscles in slow circles until Thor arches with a low moan. Like this, with his back curved and his ass raised high, he reminds Loki of a big cat: the very image of debauchery, purring but ready to pounce any moment.

Want throbs in Loki’s belly, an urgent need to feel all that strength against him, and who’s here to stop him. He stretches along Thor’s back, skin against skin, lapping at the sweat that’s pooling in the dip between Thor’s shoulders and biting lightly just to feel Thor shudder.

“Enjoy it while it lasts, brother. I might fall asleep before you get on with it,” Thor huffs around a breathless laugh.

“Cheeky.” Loki slides a hand in Thor’s hair and pulls, winding him into a wet and messy kiss, licking into him deep and hard until Thor breaks the kiss with a groan, panting heavily.

“Still afraid you might get bored?” Loki asks, brushing his lips against the stubble on Thor’s chin. He kisses along Thor’s jaw, nipping sharply at the tightly stretched tendons of his neck, watches Thor’s lashes flutter against his cheeks when he slides his free hand over Thor’s side and cups his breast.

“Aye,” Thor says. He frees himself with a shake of his head and stretches, putting his weight against the headboard in an effortless move, even with Loki still draped all over him. Like this Loki can’t see his face, but he can feel him shaking with silent laughter.

“I don’t believe you,” Loki says, viciously twisting a nipple. Thor bellows in surprise, a sound so full of unrestrained enjoyment it sends a jolt of raw pleasure through Loki, right into his balls.

“You’re hard and wet,” Loki says. “I can smell it dripping from you.”

He leans hard into Thor at the same moment Thor pushes back against him, and his cock slips between Thor’s cheeks just like that. They both groan, breathless with how good it is, so fucking good. Loki rolls his hips, fucks the crease of Thor’s ass because how can he not move when Thor is pushing back at him with greedy, belly-deep grunts. He smears his leaking cock over Thor’s hole, so eager to be inside his big brother he’s shaking with it.

“Brother, get in me,” Thor growls. He sounds drunk with lust, the need to fuck. Clenches his cheeks around Loki’s cock in a filthy promise of what’s to come.

“Yeah, yeah,” Loki breathes, a little shaky. He leans back and slips his fingers down Thor’s back and over his backside. “So fucking greedy for me, you just can’t wait to have your little brother fuck you full.” He fumbles with the lube, swearing when his cock slips free.

Thor inches his legs impossibly wider, lets Loki see all of him: the quivering, pink clutch of his hole, and under it his plump balls, tightly drawn against his body. His thick cock is slick and straining, and Loki’s mouth goes dry. He wants to put his mouth all over Thor, wants to eat him until he’s wet and sloppy and begging to be fucked.

The second Loki puts his mouth on him, Thor stretches into him. Loki takes his time to enjoy Thor. Laps at him, licks down the seam of his sac and suckles on his balls, does it a little harder when Thor hisses and shifts his hips. He mouthes his way up to Thor’s hole, gets him wet with broad strokes of his tongue, fits his mouth over the little furl of skin and kisses him there, licks him open, patient and greedy, until he can slip his tongue inside where Thor is hot and soft. Somewhere over him he hears the creak of wood, the headboard no match for Thor’s brute strength.

“Fuck, Loki,” Thor growls. “Do it. I can take it."

“I know you can, but I’m not done yet,” Loki murmurs, carefully scraping his teeth over Thor’s rim, his own cock twitching in sympathy at Thor’s breathless gasp. He loves doing this. Loves the intimacy and utter obscenity of kissing his brother’s hole, how at least in this they trust each other.

Two fingers are an easy fit now, and Loki swears he can feel Thor’s moans where he strokes him deep inside. He fucks him hard, pushes in to the knuckles just the way he knows Thor likes, licks into him between his fingers, his own gut clenching at the way Thor’s thighs are shaking with the strain of holding back.

And that’s it. Loki scrambles to his knees, can’t wait even a second longer to be inside Thor. He peels Thor’s cheeks apart and presses inside, too fast and too rough, but Thor rocks back into it with a deep moan, arching his throat and shaking back the hair that clings to his flushed face.

A frisson of need so hot it almost blinds him shoots up Loki’s spine and he grinds in gracelessly before he drags back, stretching Thor wide around the the head of his cock before he shoves in again.

He fucks Thor hard and fast, the way Thor asks—no, begs him for: low and deep moans of “harder, brother” and “Loki, fuck me, please”.

Thor’s body is tense, his breath coming in labored gasps. He fucks himself roughly onto the cock that’s stretching him wide, his shoulders bunching with the effort and his ass shaking with every slap against Loki’s narrow hips. Norns, Loki will feel this for days, will remember the clenching heat of Thor around him every time he shifts and feels the ache in his hips.

“So fucking good for me, brother,” Loki pants and Thor contracts sharply around him with a hiss, clenching so tightly Loki feels his balls draw up at the exquisite almost-pain. He plunges deep and grinds into Thor, holds himself as deep as he can, slack-jawed, already on the brink of coming because Thor is milking him with a vicious clench-release, working himself harshly onto Loki’s cock with a litany of “yes, brother, there, gods there, fuck me, fill me up” rumbling from his chest. Loki just needs— gods, yes—

He comes violently, his balls spasming while he empties himself into Thor with a harsh sob, fucks slick heat into his brother. He comes so hard he’s aching with it, and when he finally musters enough wit to curl his hand around Thor’s cock, the rough swipe of his palm over the thick head is enough to make Thor come with a shout, coating Loki’s hand with thick spurts of come.

They both collapse onto the bed in a graceless heap, Thor shifting them onto their sides with a huge grunt of effort. Loki regretfully slips out of Thor, but he curls himself closely around Thor to keep his softened cock tucked into the snug clutch of Thor’s buttocks, loving the feeling of his come slowly leaking out of Thor and soaking his own cock and balls.

Thor is still half-hard in his hand, already thickening again. Loki strokes him slowly, slicking Thor’s come down the shaft and over his balls, squirming at the thought of being fucked like this later.

“I’m staying, by the way,” Loki says, mouthing drowsily at the sweat that’s glistening on Thor’s shoulder.

Thor just chuckles and cranes his head back for a deep kiss.