Chapter Text
Thor leaned forward, perched on the seat of the wooden chair, inspecting the edge of the sword in his grasp. He blew on it to disperse the metal dust then resumed his swift strokes of the whetstone down the blade. The early morning sun streamed in through the open balcony, stretching a wide patch of light across the stone floor of his chambers, and the birds twittered enthusiastically. It was peaceful...but it wasn't to last.
The heavy oak door opened and Loki stepped in, quietly closing it behind him by pressing his entire back, both palms, and one foot against it - an action that was audibly subtle but visually dramatic. Thor looked back down at his sword to appear unaffected by the display, but his smile no doubt gave him away. His brother, it would seem, had a plan. Through his peripheral vision he could see Loki’s slinky form advance in his direction, sauntering over to him with a sway of his hips that seemed entirely too sexual for this time of the morning.
Instead of standing before him, Loki walked around the back of the chair and draped his arms across his shoulders, placing a kiss on the top of his head and lingering in his hair.
“You look incredibly handsome today, Brother,” Loki said, his small, thin lips smiling against his scalp.
Thor chuckled. A compliment? From his ‘get off me, you big idiot’ little brother? He must want something, and he must want it badly.
Loki’s hands began to run down his tight, sleeveless top and over his pectoral muscles, fingers spread wide, clearly to ensure that at least one of them would brush against a nipple - and one did, causing a stir in his trousers. It was certainly an intimate gesture, but one non-committal enough to suggest that if Loki indeed wanted a favour, his reward may or may not be a sexual one, but that the possibility alone would be enough for him to agree to it. Thor found this amusing as he usually fulfilled his brother’s requests without need of such promise, though he often ended up worse off for it - last week he was a ferret.
Loki moved around to face him and stood between the wide spread of his legs before trailing a finger down his biceps, over one of his brown leather bracers, and across his knuckles, taking the sword out of his hand and placing it on the floor, followed by the whetstone, thus forcing Thor to give him his full attention.
“What do you want, eh?” Thor asked, folding his arms over his chest but moving one knee closer so that it tapped Loki’s leg, “Hm? You rascal.”
With a puckish curl of his lips, Loki straddled Thor’s leg, pressing his sexes firm against it. “Nothing at all,” he replied innocently, but even so, began to gently roll his hips, rubbing his girl and boy parts up and down on Thor’s thigh.
Ha! Brazen little minx, Thor thought, humoured by the sheer gall of it, yet he couldn’t deny how arousing it was to have his brother derive pleasure from his body without his own active participation - then again, he suspected Loki already knew that. “You see now…” he started with a raised eyebrow. “…I think that you are trying to seduce me, Little Brother.” To what end, he didn’t know, but he was definitely being seduced.
“Oh, do you now?" Loki chirped. "Well? Is it working?”
Thor smoothed a palm down Loki’s arm and took a small, dainty hand in his, leading it to the bulge in his britches and pressing it against himself. “Oh, it’s working alright.”
It seemed to be just the answer Loki was looking for, as he gave him a light squeeze and rose from his lap with a smile. He pulled his tunic over his head (messing his cropped black hair fetchingly) then shimmied out of his leggings, removing them with a light-hearted flick of his foot. He stood there completely nude, his cock risen cheerfully between his legs, his boyish body bathed in sunlight, the rays defusing his edges and emphasising the softness of his skin. Others may not understand the allure of his brother’s slender, porcelain form, but he did, he loved every bit of him, every single-
“Will you show me your pussy?” he asked, knowing that he would surely be allowed a peek if he requested it, after all, Loki wouldn’t have stripped if he didn’t want him to at least have a look.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Loki replied, then turned around and bent over. He kept his legs tightly together so that while Thor couldn’t see his actual entrance, he could see the smooth, tubby outer lips of his cunt and the tiny glistening scrunches of pink emerging from between them - a most delicious tease. Loki reached behind himself and poked a finger into the squishy flesh until it swallowed the digit up, then pulled it out to show Thor his wet.
“Mmm, beautiful,” Thor commented, absently rubbing and gripping his cock through his leathers. “Now let me see your bumhole.”
“Tsk, Thor.” Loki chastised, predictably irked by his crudeness. However, upon turning his head and seeing Thor’s jovial grin, broke out into a smile of his own, tutting with a murmured ‘unbelievable’, and placed his hands on the cheeks of his bottom, prising them apart to show him the tiny rose pucker. “There. Are you happy?”
“I am. That’s a very pretty bumhole.”
Loki huffed with amusement and turned around, giving Thor’s arm a playful slap with his hand, a hand which Thor took in his and pressed a kiss to.
“Oh, don’t pretend to be charming now,” Loki laughed, then clambered onto the floor and rested his chin on his knee, gazing up at him fondly, the sunlight catching his irises in a way that sparkled beautifully, like coloured glass. Loki ran his hands up Thor's legs to the waistband of his britches and picked at it. “Take these off,” he instructed.
Keen, but humorously aware that his brother was in no position to make demands, Thor hooked his fingers around the leather and took his time casually dragging it over his hips, past the whorls of blond pubic hair, then down further until his erect cock sprang free, enjoying the way Loki blinked at it as it jumped out. He brought his britches over his knees, allowing him to keep his thighs broadly parted, but no more, just to make it known that he wasn’t moving; that if Loki wanted him, he would have to take him for himself. The idea was clearly not lost on his brother, who smirked and shuffled forward.
Loki carefully rolled back Thor’s foreskin, took the root of his cock in hand and brought his mouth to the tip, poking his tongue out to taste the pre-come that oozed from him then wrapping his lips around the head. He sucked on it gently for a few moments, causing Thor to give a pleasured sigh and relax his back against the chair. As Loki tried to take more into his mouth, however, seemed to struggle getting close enough, the stretch of the leather britches creating a barrier and impeding his progress. Thor chuckled.
“Here, I’ll help,” he said quietly, pushing his cock downward so that it was no longer pointing at the ceiling, cupping Loki's cheek with one hand and feeding it into his mouth gradually. It worked perfectly, and his brother began to bob as he drew him in and out, never managing to reach the base, but never really needing to. Thor let him continue, reverently watching his thick length disappear between Loki’s reddening lips, ‘mmm’-ing appreciatively.
It didn’t take him long before he had to still Loki with a hand under his chin. “Stop, stop,” he laughed softly, “I’ll come in you.” It wasn’t the fact that he would come in his brother’s mouth that was the problem of course - Loki always swallowed his spend (at least courteously if not eagerly), but rather, that it would all be over far too quickly, and he wanted to make this last, whatever this was.
Loki withdrew with a pop and started rapidly stripping his cock in his palm, pulling his foreskin up and over the head. “It's alright. You can play with me while you recover…” he began, “….and then…” he paused, as though pondering, then brought the side of his free hand to cup around his mouth as if to tell him a secret. “…we’ll fuck,” he whispered, barely audible amidst the wet 'shlap'-ing sounds.
Thor wasn’t sure if it was the jerking motion on his cock, the promise of intercourse, or the utterly unacceptable profanity, but he came suddenly, tensing in the chair, and spurted thick white streaks across his brother’s face and in his mouth.
Loki swallowed then cleaned his cheek with the back of his hand, licked his lips, and grinned.
Thor’s heart continued to race as he breathed in sharply, laughing through the exhale at Loki’s self-satisfied expression. The sheer audacity of him, he thought, but he wasn’t complaining, not really. “What have I told you? You had better not let Mother hear you speak like that.”
“Are you going to tell on me, Big Brother?” Loki goaded.
“Ohhh, I’ll have to think about it,” Thor smiled then patted his thigh. “Come on then. Your turn.” This whole thing may have been for his benefit, but there was no reason why he couldn’t give his brother a little something to keep him occupied.
Loki scrambled up enthusiastically and deposited himself in his lap with his back turned to him, draping his legs over his thighs and wriggling to get comfortable on his spent cock. Thor stroked the inside of Loki’s leg, resting a cuff on his pale skin - which his brother immediately started picking at, fiddling with the brown laces.
“Cock or pussy?” he asked.
“Pussy,” Loki replied, and Thor was amused by how casual their conversations were on such matters.
“Pussy it is,” he nodded briskly, and slumped back in the chair for a more relaxed position. He inched his fingers below Loki’s sac, rolling them over the entirety of his pouch and cupping him a few times, knowing how much his brother loved the size and warmth of his larger hand blanketing the area - he said he found it ‘soothing’ and often took his hand and pushed it down the front of his trousers when they were talking on the bed, just as a comforting gesture - though it rarely remained one.
Loki leaned his head back on his shoulder and widened his thighs a little more for easier access. He took the opportunity and began to swirl directly over his clitoris, making him mewl softly in the quiet room.
“Is that good?” he asked in a hushed, soothing voice. “Is that your favourite?”
Loki nodded, eyes half-lidded as he watched the bracer move against his thigh.
Thor ceased his circular motions to give him a series of rapid, repetitive taps with the pads of his fingers, watching the grin spread across his brother’s face. “I like that as well,” he remarked, as though Thor didn’t already know how much he enjoyed the trill of it against him.
“Yes? What about this?” He stroked up and down the wet, rumply tissue at his centre then slipped his middle finger between the folds, parting them until he met the glossy flesh that surrounded his entrance. He nudged the tip inside then sunk all the way in, the copious secretion of female sex fluids making it practically effortless.
“Mmm. That’s good too.”
He slid in and out gently, a thumb slowly massaging Loki’s clitoris, making him pliant and loose-limbed in his hold. Their cheeks brushed as Loki turned his head and nuzzled up into him, their noses touching, long eyelashes fluttering and tickling pleasantly. For some reason, his brother’s hair and skin always seemed to smell sweeter in the morning… though it was nothing compared to the sweet, heady scent of his warm, damp pussy, he thought a little rudely.
His cock became interested again, twitching upwards to graze his moving knuckles, and he knew that he would soon desire it to take the place of his finger. Loki would no doubt be pleased to receive him, but Thor wanted to do something else first, something that this really wasn’t the place for - which of course was the precise reason he wanted to do it.
He curled the digit and began kneading into a particular part inside him, a little way past his entrance, a bumpy bit. Loki squirmed and giggled. “Stop that, Brother. I can’t…I’ll ruin your floor.”
But Thor continued, prodding more quickly now. “I know you will,” he smiled against his cheek. “I want you to ruin my floor. I want you to really make a mess. Will you do that?”
Loki nodded frantically and reached behind, twisting a hand in Thor’s hair, pulling it, the rest of his body going still.
“Is it happening?” Thor breathed, now jabbing fiercely at the spot.
“I-It’s happening,” Loki stuttered.
It took several more seconds, but Loki soon gave a helpless whine through the purse of his lips, and Thor felt a sudden blast of wet against the pad of his finger. He quickly took his hand away and watched the colourless fluid spout from Loki’s cunt in an amazingly far arc across the floor, the liquid shimmering in the air as the sunlight hit it. It poured onto the ground, darkening the beige stone where it landed, the dull splishing sound not dissimilar to that of having a much needed piss against a wall. The comparison was an exciting one. “Look at that, Loki. Look at all that juice,” Thor said in awe.
As the stream grew weaker, he returned his hand and vigorously shook it over Loki’s pussy, sending the last of the droplets flying in every direction, wetting his own cock, their thighs and the seat of the chair.
Loki took a few heavy breaths, his body going limp, then tugged on Thor’s hair and pointed at the puddle on the sodden floor. “Well, you wanted a mess, Thor. Now you have it.”
“I know, that was a magnificent fountain, Brother.” And while Loki seemed content enough, he didn’t quite share his enthusiasm for the scale of his own bodily expulsion. No matter, he was impressed, not to mention turned on.
He took his cock from between their legs and pressed the shaft of it up against the length of Loki’s split, raising his hips a few times so that it slid about in his new wet. “I’ll have you now,” he announced.
“Oh, you will, will you?” Loki tittered, tilting his head back to look up at him, clearly humoured by his arrogance.
“Mm-hm. I’m ready,” Thor said, giving his cock a gentle slap against Loki’s pussy.
“You are. Well in that case, we should get right to it.” Loki stood up and gripped his wrist with both hands, urging him in the direction of the bed. But Thor remained planted to the seat with his britches still around his knees, pulling Loki back with his superior strength.
“This is fine,” he stated simply.
Loki looked at Thor, and then the chair, and then back at Thor. “What? No. This is not fine at all, Brother. That spindly thing will never survive your rutting.”
“Why not? This spindly thing survives my rutting,” Thor smiled, prodding him with his finger, which his brother batted away immediately. “Come. Sit on my cock.”
Loki regarded him sceptically, possibly waiting for him to give in, but Thor made sure his expression didn’t change. “Sit on my cock," he repeated, then a little weakly, added: "Please?"
“You’re impossible,” Loki complained, exasperated yes, but happy enough, crawling back into his lap and facing him, and it pleased Thor no end to get his way for the umpteenth time this morning.
Loki rose on his tiptoes to bring his legs - spread wide over Thor’s thick thighs - high enough for his pussy to reach his crown. Thor helped him, clutching him by the waist with one hand while using the other to guide his cock up between his legs. He slid the head about in his moisture, just for the stimulation, but Loki’s entrance soon began following it around, trying to get it inside. “Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I need it too,” Thor chuckled, and they both fell silent as he began to press up into him while Loki lowered himself at the same time.
When their sexes met in the middle, they each let out a satisfied and somewhat relieved sigh, then Thor sat them back down, Loki holding onto his shoulders. “Will you ride me, Loki?” he asked, nudging their noses together.
Loki smiled at him and nudged back, then nodded, but rather than moving up and down as he had expected, instead began to rotate his hips in circular motions, so that Thor could feel himself being hugged and squeezed by his gently pulsing walls. Cock massage, he thought happily, and stroked his thumbs against him in thanks.
Then, Loki began to rock back and forward on him, undulating his hips in a way that rippled through the rest of his body, their chests touching then their bellies, chests then bellies, in a deep wave-like motion. It felt good, intimate, and Thor encouraged him by guiding the movement with his hands on his waist. “Mmm, that’s perfect,” he hummed, “Your pussy feels lovely around my cock.”
“Your cock feels lovely in my pussy,” Loki replied, serenely despite the naughty words, then took Thor’s face in his hands and leaned forward for a kiss. Thor tilted his head to receive it, closing their lips over each other and letting their tongues slide and play in one another’s mouths. Still kissing, Loki dragged his nails down Thor’s top, pushing it up to bare his torso and reaching beneath to caress his nipples. Gods, that felt good.
When they broke apart, Loki gave a few playful jolts in his lap, more for emphasis than for pleasure, signalling that he hoped to pick up the pace, but wanted some assistance. Thor clutched him tighter and began to bounce him shallowly on his cock, their lips shaking against each other.
“Mmn, Thor,” Loki moaned, resting their foreheads together.
The sound of his name made Thor twitch inside him - he definitely wanted to hear more of that. He began lifting Loki up then quickly yanking him back down, his own hips thrusting upwards so that they joined with a noisy smack each time.
He watched as his brother snaked a hand down to pull on his himself, finding difficulty at first in trying to co-ordinate his tugs while bumping against his thighs, but eventually managing to make it work, gasping more loudly as a rhythm took hold.
“Thor…” His eyebrows pulled inwards and he gripped Thor’s shoulder tightly with his other hand. “…Brother, I -ah- I’m-” then dug his nails in hard and came with a cry.
As Thor felt the warm splatters of release hit his tummy, he became more determined - he wanted that too, wanted to come. He held Loki still, halfway through a thrust, and rapidly bucked into him from beneath, Loki’s muscles still tight around him from his climax, but the constant flow of his brother’s wet allowing for lewd sloppy sounds. He gritted his teeth, sweating with the exertion, pushing chaotically into Loki’s cunt until-
His sac drew up tight and he ejaculated with an open-mouthed groan.
As his cock pulsed out his second offering in the space of half an hour, he saw Loki’s mouth drop open and his body jerk in his grasp. When his eyes trailed down, he found his brother’s hand tucked under his balls: he had made himself orgasm.
He panted harshly, his heart noticeably energetic as his body stopped moving, the last of his spend exiting him. He felt a little guilty, not having tended to Loki himself, or even letting him come first to ensure it. Still, he would make it up to him by giving him whatever it was that he had required of him, and judging by this exchange it was sure to be no trivial matter.
Loki fell limply to his shoulder, breathing against his neck as he spoke. “That…was good…wasn’t it?” Though the question sounded rhetorical, it had to be: that was wonderful.
Thor tangled his fingers in his brother’s short hair and held him close for several moments, his soft cock still inside him. “It was,” he agreed, then after a minute sitting, gently pulled him back.
“So,” he smiled knowingly, “I expect you want that favour now.”
To his surprise, Loki looked genuinely puzzled. “What favour?”
Thor looked around shiftily.
“I thought…that you wanted something from me,” he offered hesitantly, his confidence wavering.
Loki suddenly began to giggle. “I did, that’s what I wanted from you…” he said before growing serious. “Surely you don’t think I trade sex for favours, Brother.”
“...I…No, I…”
Loki gasped, “You do!”
“...Of course not…I…” he started floundering. He had thought that the favour would follow the sex, not that the favour was the sex, if indeed you could call that a favour at all. He suddenly felt embarrassed for misinterpreting his brother’s intent, and also for having been so cheeky. “…I…I just…”
Loki burst out laughing and patted him on the shoulder. “I jest, Thor, I jest.”
Thor gave a sigh of relief.
“I would absolutely suck your cock for a favour,” Loki added with a grin.
“Loki,” he groaned.
“I’m only playing,” Loki reassured pinching Thor's cheeks, then stopped. “And yet, if you were to ask a favour of me, I would expect a suitable reward…”
“Well, that isn’t very-” Thor started, shaking his head, but then tilting it slowly and looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Although… Father is forcing me to attend a council meeting next week. Discussions on land ownership, no less…”
Loki cringed. “Oh dear.”
“Now, if I were to prepare you for this meeting and you were to go in my stead, I would see to it that you were generously compensated for your sacrifice…” he said, stroking Loki’s thigh.
“Oh, really? And what exactly would that get me?”
Thor wrapped his arms around Loki’s waist and pulled him close. “That, my little love, would get you…” he paused dramatically, "...an entire evening..." and again, “…of the Mighty Thor…” and again, “…at your complete disposal.”
Loki laughed at first, clearly by the boldness of the offer (perhaps bolder an offer than Thor had really considered), then folded his thin arms over his chest and smiled, quirking a dark eyebrow.
“When do we start?”
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