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Thor strips off his henley, tossing it onto the pile of laundry in one corner of his room. He pops the button on his jeans and struggles out of them as well, rubbing the red mark just above his hips. It’s already started to get dark, the early January sunset creeping in through his windows and casting long shadows across his floor. He flops down onto his bed, groaning alone with it as it creaks under his weight. Just as he’s starting to get comfortable, his phone starts to ring. He rolls over, heaving himself off the bed, fishing his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and stabbing at the screen. “Hey baby.”Thor grins, falling back onto the bed in only his boxers.“Hey daddy,” he answers. “I just got home.”“All your homework done for the week?” Loki’s voice crackles over the phone. Thor rolls onto his stomach, pillowing his head on his arms and pressing his cheek against the phone. “It was so much,” he complains. “Baby,” Loki says, and Thor squirms at the bite in his voice, “I have the whole weekend planned. You won’t have time to do anything.”“I know, daddy,” Thor sighs. “I got it all done, I promise.” He’d spent all of lunch in the library to finish his early childhood development work, but he’d told himself the whole time that it’d be worth it. “Good boy,” Loki murmurs. Thor bites his tongue to hold back a whimper. Just those words make it all worthwhile. Loki’s soft voice wraps around him, washing away all the pretense, wiping away the person Thor sometimes tries to be.“I want you to get all pretty for me tonight,” Loki keeps going. Thor rolls onto his back, pressing his palm between his thighs and rocking up against it slowly as he listens to the low burr of Loki’s voice. “Yeah?” Thor says. His cock is getting chubby against his palm. His nipples perk up and he runs his other hand up his side to squeeze his side. “You know that pink set I got you earlier this year? Does that still fit?” Loki asks. “I dunno,” Thor says. He laughs softly, breathily, running his hand over his chest and down across his belly. “Want me to go check?”“Be a good boy and go put it on. I want you all dressed up and we have dinner reservations at seven.”“Where are you taking me?” Thor asks. He gives his cock one more soft squeeze and then pats his belly, sliding off the bed.“I got us a table at that new Italian place down town. I know you’ve been hoping to try it, and they’re supposed to have amazing cannoli.”Thor turns the phone on speaker. He puts it on the bed and walks over to the dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer. There’s a single set of pajamas on top. He tosses them aside. Underneath, hidden away, are rows of bright panties and lacy bralettes, delicate garter belts and sweet balconettes. In one corner, still wrapped in tissue paper, is a petal pink set. Thor licks his lips as he pulls the panties and bra out. He lays them down on the bed and shucks off his boxers, kicking them away. “Can I get whatever I want?” Thor asks. The panties are soft as he pulls them up over his legs. Goosebumps start on his arms and he squirms, squeezing a handful at his waist to stop himself from cupping his cock. “You’re getting spoiled,” Loki says. Thor giggles. He tugs at his panties, pulling them up over his hips. The pink stands out against his tanned skin. The waistband is a little tight, cutting into the love handles that have gotten most prominent over the past two years. “It’s all your fault, daddy,” he tells Loki, staring down at the flush spreading across his chest. “Oh? You’re not greedy at all, are you baby?”Thor reaches down, adjusting his cock. It’s still a little chubby, and just that soft swell fills his panties so much that the lace on each side stretches tight across his ass. Thor shifts, tugging at the back of the legs to give himself a little more room. As his fingers brush across his ass, Thor takes the chance to grope himself. “I wasn’t before I met you,” he says. “Liar,” Loki hisses. “You were. You know it. You just needed someone to indulge you.”Thor shivers, giving his ass one more squeeze, then turns back to the bed. He picks up the bra, pulling the band around his chest. Loki’s soft breathing whispers across the line, and Thor tips his head to one side, listening. He takes a deep breath, trying to synch the rise and fall of his chest to the rhythm of Loki’s quiet sounds. “The bra, baby,” Loki says, his voice slippery and sweet, “how does it look?”Thor turns the cups around until it’s facing backwards, and tries to clasp it in front of himself, pulling at the silk. When Loki bought it for him, Thor could fasten it on the tightest hook. Now he has to tug and yank just to catch one of the loosest. He pauses, breathing a little harder. “It’s kinda tight, daddy,” he says. “How tight?” Loki asks. His voice is soft, and Thor rocks his hips as he plays the words over and over in his head. He shakes his head, trying to focus on getting the next hook closed. “I can probably get it on,” he says. He’s got two out of three vertical hooks done up, and the third has to happen at some point. His fingers ache a little as he pulls on the satin. They’re not used to hard work, not anymore. He tugs it a little harder and finally, the last hook is done. The bra skids around his skin as he turns it around. Thor leans forward and scoops the soft swell of his pecs into the cups, pressing them together so that he fills them a little more than they were meant to be filled. He pulls up the straps over his shoulders and stands back upright.“All done,” he tells Loki.“Perfect,” Loki tells him. “You’re going to look so good for me tonight, baby. You’ve got such pretty tits now, you know.” Thor brushes his fingertips across his chest, watching how tits tremble with even the lightest touch. He stalks over to the closet, looking at himself in the mirror. His waist curves softly, and his thighs are thick. The pink panties set them off perfectly, and the line of soft hair that leads over the swell of his belly and down to the lace that just barely holds in his cock only emphasizes their delicacy. “It’s all for you, daddy,” he says. ***Thor is waiting outside his dorm when the car comes round to pick him up. The buttons of his shirt strain as he sits down in the back seat, pulling tight across his chest and belly. Loki will like it. He shifts, watching as the lace of his bra shows in the gaps at the top of button up. The ride is short, and Thor hoists himself out of the low slung car. He thanks the driver when he gets out. It’s one of Loki’s regulars and the man grins back at him, telling Thor to have a nice time with the boss. Thor smirks. Inside, he spots Loki’s slicked hair and impeccably tailored grey suit at the bar. Thor makes his way across the room, waving off the waitress. His tits jiggle a little as he walks, reminding him with every step of how they’re spilling over the top of his bra. Thor pushes his chest a little farther forwards and pulls his shoulders back to show off. They feel incredible, every soft bounce and quiver making his smile a little wider. Loki turns just as Thor comes up behind him. His eyes glimmer in the soft light of the restaurant and Thor’s mouth goes dry, just like it always does when he sees Loki. He’s so beautiful, with his sharp cheekbones and sly smile. Loki looks him over slowly, running his eyes over every curve of Thor’s body, catching on his waist and chest. He licks his lips and beckons Thor closer. “Hi daddy,” Thor sighs as Loki wraps a hand around his waist. “Hello yourself,” Loki has to look up just the slightest bit when they’re this close to one another, but it hardly matters. Loki is stronger than steel and harder than diamond, and even so, he fits Thor perfectly. His fingers dig into Thor’s side, and his gaze is steady. “Did you have a nice ride over here?”“Uh huh,” Thor nods. The last of the tension from this week drains away. He rubs his glossy lips together and tilts his head to one side, pursing them a little. He’s got a little mascara on as well. Loki’s eyes flick to Thor’s mouth, and he reaches out, thumbing at his bottom lip and pulling it down. He says nothing, taking his hand away, and licking his thumb clean. Thor bites back a moan. Loki turns back to the bar, catching the bartender’s eye.“Get us a Cosmo over here, ok?” he says. The bartender nods, and Thor grins. He always has beer when he’s out with his friends, but most of the time, he’d rather have something fruity. “Thanks daddy,” he whispers in Loki’s ear. “I know what you like,” Loki says. “Our table isn’t quite ready yet, but you don’t mind staying here with me, and having a drink first, do you?”Thor shakes his head no. Loki squeezes his waist, then slides his hand around to Thor’s back, underneath his jacket. Thor’s cheeks flush when Loki’s little finger works its way into the back of his slacks, pulling his waistband tight. There’s no room for even one more finger, but even this little reminder is enough to fill Thor with heat. “How was your day?” he asks, tripping over the words. “Better now that you’re in it,” Loki sighs, his finger sliding over Thor’s skin in slow circles as he takes a sip of whiskey. “Yeah? Is Mr. Laufey being trouble again?”That’d had been the first thing they’d talked about when they met the very first time. Thor had answered Loki’s message, angry and reckless after telling his father he was quitting wrestling. Pansy, Odin had screamed at him, you’re throwing away the only thing you’re good at. I should never have let you out of my sight, now you’re nothing more than a fucking fag. No fucking way I’m paying for that school anymore.Thor had originally made the profile on a whim, just a way to fantasize when he was lying on his back, his hand wrapped on his cock, his skin sweaty from wrestling and his mind full of silver-black hair. He’d had halfhearted ideas of some beautiful man swooping in and saving all his dreams. He’d gotten a message from Loki only a few days after that, and he’d opened it up with one quick stab of his finger. That first night, Loki had come up to him in the bar, setting a hand down on Thor’s arm. Thor had whipped around towards him, ready to use all the wrestling knowledge he’d never wanted and knock the intruder off his feet. He’d stopped the moment he saw Loki. He’d stayed quiet while Loki ordered him his very first Cosmo, and he’d given a shy smile when Loki had called him “pretty boy” and invited him to talk about it. “Who else?” Loki sighs, bringing Thor back to the present. “Even though he stepped down five fucking years ago, he still thinks he’s CEO.”“The board doesn’t listen to him, though, right?” Thor asks, taking a sip of his drink. It’s just as good as that very first one Loki bought him, and he almost moans as the sweetness spreads across his tongue. “Of course not, baby. But that doesn’t mean I can just ignore everything he says. He’s still got stock in the company.”Thor shakes his head. He’s never had a mind for business. Numbers he can do, but the politics of the boardroom are beyond him. “I wish he didn’t say anything. It’s yours now.”“You make it all better,” Loki smiles. He gives Thor’s ass a quick squeeze. “And this weekend is about us, not him. I’m gonna take such good care of you.”“You always do,” Thor tells him. “Just you wait-” Loki starts. He doesn’t finish, though, because a waiter comes up to tap him on the shoulder. “Your table’s ready, sir.”Loki nods, gesturing for Thor to follow the waiter while he brings up the rear of their little procession. They wind their way between low tables with gleaming silverware and polished glasses until they finally get to one tucked away in a corner. A candle flickers in the center.Thor sets his glass down next to one of the plates and settles into a chair. It’s delicate, and he feels even bigger than usual in comparison, his hips and waist a little wider than whoever designed it planned for. It’s a nice feeling, made even better when Loki helps him get settled before taking his own seat. Thor picks up his menu and scans it, his eyes growing wide as he takes in the prices. “What can I get?” he asks Loki.“Whatever you want, baby,” Loki says. He takes another sip of whiskey and glances down at his own menu. “Whatever looks best,” he says. Warmth fills Thor up, and he looks over at Loki, tilting his head to one side. Loki stares back, his eyes flicking up at down Thor, catching for a moment on the place where Thor’s shirt gaps and then returning to run over the soft curve of Thor’s chin and fix on his slick lips. “I know I’ll be getting everything I want tonight, after all,” Loki says softly. Thor shivers, flushing. “Me too, daddy,” he whispers, and then turns his attention back to the menu.***In the end, Thor settles on the fettuccine alfredo, with extra cheese and bacon. Loki has pasta primavera. Its bright colors are a sharp contrast to the grey of Loki’s suit, his black shirt and the sliver of pale skin that shows where his collar is open. When Loki bites into a tomato, juice starts to run down his chin. Thor starts to breathe harder when Loki licks away all that he can before dabbing delicately at his mouth with a creamy napkin. Loki is even a work of art when he eats, and not for the first time, Thor wonders what Loki is doing with him, a soft ex-jock, still in college, with no more aspirations than to become a middle school science teacher. The thought is fleeting, though; Loki smiles softly at Thor and all his worries vanish away. They spend dinner chatting, and pointedly not discussing winter break. Thor was away for two and a half excruciating weeks, but after just the first three days, he’d called Loki in tears, vowing never to spend that much time with his family ever again. His mother had begged him to come home for the holidays, promising that it wouldn’t be like the December of sophomore year, just a few months after Thor had quit wrestling. His father had taken the chance to mock him day after day, telling Thor he was a weak, selfish boy, and trying to get him to tell how he was paying for college now. This time, his mother said, would be different. They had missed him last year, wanted him home. Balder wanted to see his big brother. Loki had spent hours on the phone with him, listening as Thor alternately ranted and cried. It wasn’t any better, though it was different. Balder didn’t know what to do with Thor’s long hair, and nice clothes, and the fact that no, Thor didn’t want to talk about football for the fifteenth time that day. Frigga had spent most of the first few days in the kitchen, and when Thor had come to help her, she’d shoed him out, telling him to spend time with the family. That meant, of course, that Thor ended up sitting awkwardly on the couch, trying to read through his homework while Odin sat at the other end, every so often throwing a mocking comment Thor’s way. The last straw those first three days had been when Odin had come up to him after dinner and poked him in the side, his finger sinking into the soft curve of Thor’s waist.
“This what happens to you when you start sucking dick?” he'd asked. Thor had blinked, frozen in place, as Odin walked past without another word. He’d almost run into his childhood room after that, yanking out his phone and dialing Loki frantically.
They’d talked every two days after than, Loki more often than not distracting Thor with some absurd story of work, and it was enough that Thor got through the holiday relatively intact. That doesn’t mean that he wants to discuss it now, though, or ever for that matter. It was enough that Loki had talked him through it at the time, and more than that, had promised that he’d take Thor somewhere wonderful for the spring holidays.
Thor groans as he finishes his plate. It was huge, and the richness of the cream means he’s starting to fill a little more full than he intended. Loki grins at him.
“Have room for dessert, baby?” he asks.
Thor shrugs. He says nothing as Loki gestures the waiter over and asks for the menu. When it arrives, it’s huge. There are five kinds of ice cream alone, and four different cakes, but Thor hardly glances at them. Instead, he bites his lip as he looks at the cannoli list. Suddenly he doesn’t feel so full after all.
“What do you want?” Loki asks. He reaches out, setting a hand on Thor’s wrist and rubbing a finger across the vein on the inside.
“I can’t decide,” Thor whines. “I want the stracciatella, but the cappuccino also looks amazing.” He flips his hand over to let Loki run the sharp edge of his nail across his wrist. Goosebumps spring up on his arms, and he bites his lip, peering up at Loki through his eyelashes.
“Why not get both?” Loki says.
Thor blushes. He’s already had so much tonight, and Loki just keeps on indulging him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” Loki says. He taps a finger against Thor’s palm, catching Thor’s eye and drawing his gaze. “You know how I feel.”
“Tell me again,” Thor begs.
Loki laughs softly, tapping Thor’s palm again in an off-kilter rhythm.
“I like seeing you all needed and then giving you what you want,” he hisses. “I like watching you give in, like watching you show off how greedy you really are.”
“You like being the one to indulge me, don’t you, daddy?” Thor says.
Loki opens his mouth to reply, but just as he does, the waiter appears at his elbow. Loki huffs softly, but then takes the dessert menu from Thor, handing it over.
“I’ll have an espresso,” he says, “and he’ll have the cannoli. Stracciatella and cappuccino.”
“It’s one flavor per cannoli,” the waiter says.
“Yes, I realize that,” Loki says. “He’ll have both.”
“Both?” the waiter asks, then blushes.
“Yes, both,” Loki snaps.
The waiter bobs his head and then scurries off. Loki looks back at Thor, and Thor shivers. There is flame in Loki’s eyes, and were they not in public, Thor would stand up and go to him. He would curl in Loki’s lap and offer his mouth, his neck, his whole body to be tasted. Thor spreads his legs a little wider and then shifts as lace rubs against his cock. Loki is still staring at him with that burning gaze. He takes Thor’s hand and squeezes it, eyes flicking down towards Thor’s chest. Thor looks down as well. His shirt is gaping open again, and the pink of his bra just peaks out.
Loki squeezes his hand as Thor tries to pull away to fix the shirt. Thor fumbles with his left hand instead, not quite managing to pull the straining edges together.
“Don’t,” Loki tells him.
“I-” Thor starts.
“You look beautiful,” Loki tells him. “I want you to show it off.”
Thor nods. He stays silent as the waiter comes back with his dessert and Loki’s coffee. Loki gives his hand a squeeze and then lets him free.
The cannoli are golden brown and bursting with cream. Thor picks up the cappuccino one, licking at the filling that spills from one end. Sweetness bursts on his tongue, and he moans softly as he bites into the pastry.
“Good?”
“Mmm,” Thor replies, his mouth full of cream. He sets down the first cannoli and grabs the other. The chocolate and cream are thick in his mouth, and Loki’s eyes are heavy on him. He licks at the end of the dessert as he meets Loki’s gaze, and then moans softly.
“Naughty boy,” Loki hisses.
“I know,” Thor tells him.
Loki laughs. He sips his espresso slowly, watching as Thor finishes first the cappuccino and then the stracciatella. By the time Thor’s done, his shirt is stretched even more tightly across his belly, and he’s breathing a little faster. Loki’s pale cheeks are flushed, and he’s crumpled his napkin in his fist, his knuckles almost white.
“Done, baby?”
Thor groans softly in reply. Loki laughs, his voice breaking, and yanks his phone out of his pocket. He shoots off a quick text and then looks back at Thor, licking his lips.
“Driver will be here in fifteen,” he says.
It’s nowhere near soon enough, but Thor will settle for it if Loki keeps looking at him like that.
***
Loki slides a hand between Thor’s thighs in the car. Thor rocks his hips forward, but Loki slides his hand down towards Thor’s knees. Thor whimpers, looking over at Loki and biting his lip.
“Desperate, aren’t you?” Loki whispers in Thor’s ear. His soft breath whispers across Thor’s neck.
“Please daddy,” Thor says. He’s full of great food, pressed up against Loki’s side and ready for Loki to touch him.
“You wouldn’t want everyone to see, would you, baby?” Loki says.
Thor squirms as Loki nuzzles into his neck, kissing down to the collar of his shirt. He tips his head to one side, trying to give Loki more space to kiss and lick and maybe bite.
“Do you want it that much?” Loki presses the words into Thor’s skin. His fingers tease higher between Thor’s legs, never quite getting to his cock.
“I do, daddy,” Thor says. He hitches his hips again, arching his back a little to press his chest forward and show himself off.
“You want me to touch your pretty tits, lift them up and show them off for anyone who looks into the car?”
Thor shivers. He reaches up, popping the first button on his shirt. He’s about to go for the second one, but Loki’s hand lands on his, stopping him.
“Loki,” he growls.
“Oh no, Thor. I won’t have anyone else seeing what’s all mine. Just cause you’re desperate doesn’t mean I want the world knowing what a pretty boy I’ve got. I want you all to myself.”
Thor’s cock is almost aching, hard enough in his panties that his pants are digging painfully into his waist. He groans, tipping his head back and closing his eyes to try to calm down.
“No you don’t,” Loki hisses. He pulls his hand from between Thor’s legs, cupping Thor’s cock through his trousers. He does nothing more than that, just holding Thor softly. His hand is warm and heavy. “Look at me, darling, look at me.”
Thor wrenches his eyes open. He hitches his hips up, trying to rub his cock against Loki’s hand. Loki giggles into his ear. He squeezes Thor hard through his pants, but doesn’t do anything more than that; Thor can’t get the friction he wants so desperately.
“Daddy-” Thor can’t get the rest of the sentence out as the driver pulls into the long driveway that leads up to Loki’s house. Loki lifts his hand away, licking his palm.
“I can taste you,” he says.
The light in the back of the car comes on when the driver open’s Loki’s door for him, and Thor blushes as he notices the wet spot on his pants. He clenches his hands in front of his pants as he struggles out of the car, but there’s nothing can do to conceal how hard he is. Loki doesn’t even try, walking proudly past the driver with his cock thick in his pants and his chest flushed where it peaks out from his crisp shirt.
Loki sets his thumb on lock and it clicks open. Thor follows him inside the house, pulling off his shoes in the entryway and setting them next to the door. When he straightens up, Loki is already on the staircase, his jacket crumpled over his arm and his waistcoat hanging open. In his bare feet, with his salt and pepper hair swept back from his face and his delicate hand on the sweeping wooden bannister, Loki looks like something out of one of Thor’s wildest, most impossible dreams.
“Come on, darling,” Loki says. Then he turns away, not checking to see if Thor is following him. He doesn’t need to. Thor races after him, his tits and ass bouncing as he climbs the stairs. By the time Loki reaches the top, Thor is right beside him. Loki smiles over his shoulder at him. He sets his hand on Thor’s ass and walks him down the hall to the bedroom, kneading the soft flesh there.
Loki pours himself another finger of whiskey from the bottle on the sideboard, sipping it with eyes half closed. The wooden floor is cold on Thor’s bare feet, but there’s a thick rug at the foot of Loki’s bed, and Thor digs his toes into it.
“I’ve been waiting for you all night,” Loki says. “Show yourself off for me, darling.”
Thor shrugs off his jacket, and Loki takes it from his outstretched hand, hanging it on the door to the closet. He settles down in the armchair that faces his bed, spreading his legs wide so Thor can see the bulge between them.
“More, baby,” he orders.
Thor unbuttons his shirt slowly. Loki’s eyes are hungry as he stares at Thor, and Thor runs his fingers over his chest and belly, teasing his skin while Loki watches. He drops his shirt to the floor, making sure to flex his thick arms a little.
“Fuck,” Loki swears, the crude word falling from his elegant lips and making Thor’s mouth go dry with need. “Fuck, you look so good in that, baby.”
Thor swallows hard. He pops the button on his pants, easing them off his hips and and letting them slither down his legs to pool next to his shirt. He snaps the elastic of his panties, and gives a little spin to show Loki how they hug his ass.
He’s still facing Loki’s bed when he feels rough cloth against his ass, and Loki’s hard cock pressing against him. He gasps, tipping his head back against Loki’s shoulder. Loki wraps his arms around Thor’s waist, reaching up to squeeze Thor’s tits. He groans, hitching his hips against Thor’s ass and sucking on Thor’s earlobe.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Thor whimpers. “Dreaming about you, daddy. I need you inside me.”
Loki reaches down to press his hand to the front of Thor’s panties. His fingers are cool, and Thor’s cock throbs against his hand, leaking against the lace.
“You’re gonna need new panties soon, darling,” Loki whispers, his voice rough. “Gonna mess these up. I’m gonna make you come all over them again and again.”
Thor’s eyes slide shut and he moans, falling forwards over the bed and arching his back so he can push against Loki. He’s just starting to get a little friction on his cock and ass when Loki pulls away. Thor whimpers, rutting forwards so the lace of his bra scrapes his hard nipples.
“Come here, baby,” Loki says.
Thor’s cock throbs as he pushes himself away from the bed as spins slowly around, showing himself off to Loki. Loki’s hands come up to cup Thor’s chest once again. His fingers slide over Thor’s nipple, sensitive now after being rubbed for hours. Thor presses forwards. The head of his cock finally slips from his panties, pink against pink. Thor whimpers as Loki bites into his neck.
“Mark me up, daddy,” Thor gasps. “Make me perfect for you.”
“You like getting pretty for me, don’t you, Thor?” Loki moans.
“Uh huh,” Thor gasps.
“You remember when me met, darling?” Loki asks. He continues on without waiting for Thor, nuzzling against the soft swell of his tits. “Poor baby, all trapped up in your hard muscles like some G.I. Joe wishing to be a china doll.”
Thor gasps. He throws his head back, his cock pulsing. Loki grabs his ass, spreading it wide and tracing Thor’s hole. His lace panties rasps against the tender skin there, soft and wet with lube from where Thor fingered himself earlier.
“You needed daddy to take you apart and put you back together, didn’t you?” Loki says.
Thor is almost beyond speech. His thighs tremble, and he slumps forwards over Loki’s slighter body, rutting against Loki’s stomach as Loki’s fingers slip beneath the lace and the tip of one teases inside Thor.
“Still need you, daddy,” he manages to pant.
“Want me to fuck your soft ass?” Loki asks, squeezing a handful with the hand which isn’t occupied with starting to fuck Thor slowly. Thor nods, his head bobbing up and down.
“Lie down on the bed for me,” Loki orders.
Thor pulls away slowly, his hole clenching on empty air as Loki frees his fingers from inside it. He starts to wriggle the panties down his thighs, but Loki stops him.
“Did I tell you to do that, baby?”
“No,” Thor pouts.
“Then don’t. I’m gonna fuck you with them on. Just pull them aside and pound into your sweet hole.”
Thor’s belly fills with heat, and his cock twitches, growing impossibly harder. He bites his lip and lets the elastic snap back against his sides. He crawls onto the bed, pressing his hot cheek into one of the pillows and arching his ass up towards Loki.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Loki says.
The bed sinks, and Thor’s thighs go hot as Loki slides towards him. Thor shivers as Loki runs a finger down his spine, all the way between his cheeks, and back to his hole. There’s a snick, and then Loki pulls his fingers away from Thor for a moment. When they return, they’re wet. Thor groans as they push inside, two fingertips at first, and then the fingers themselves, delicate and just the right size.
“Oh god,” Thor gasps as Loki reaches deep inside him. Loki chuckles.
“Should I fuck my sweet boy now? Should I make you cry for me, Thor?”
Thor presses back into Loki’s fingers, trying to get more inside himself.
“Please daddy, please, please,” he starts begging.
Loki groans. He slips his fingers out again, and Thor wants to cry already. He spreads his legs wider, arching his back to try to show himself off. Loki’s hand comes down on his ass with a smack. At the same time he reaches out and snaps the band of Thor’s bra against his back. It stings, but Thor’s cock jumps anyway.
“Yes, daddy,” he hisses.
Loki laughs, and then yanks at Thor’s panties, pulling them away from his hole. Thor shivers as the cool air hits it. It’s not cold for long, though, because the thick head of Loki’s cock presses against his ass, spreading him wide and sliding inside him. Thor gasps.
Loki was the first person he’d ever taken like this. He’d worked up to it over long days, sliding his fingers into his ass when his roommate wasn’t around, spreading them wider and wider. He’ even worn a plug to classes, and forced himself to ignore the pleasure that spread through him every time he shifted in his seat.
When he’d finally pressed into Thor that very first time, Thor had thought he would die from the feeling. Loki had worked him open for hours, using his tongue and his fingers, bringing Thor to the edge and pulling back while Thor was gasping for it. He was sloppy wet as Loki’s cock slid into him, and even so, the pleasure was greater than anything else he’d ever felt.
He’s more used to the stretch now, but it hardly matters. Loki fills him up just as well as he always had, and Thor can hardly breathe because of it. He tips his head to one side and pants, his lips going dry. Loki leans over him, stuffing his fingers into Thor’s mouth. Thor sucks gratefully. Loki tastes of lube and Thor himself, and spit covers his chin.
“You love this, don’t you, baby?” Loki hisses against Thor’s back. “You were made for this.”
Thor moans around Loki’s fingers. His legs shudder. The lace of his panties scrapes against his cock and the waist bites into his skin. His tits bounce as Loki fucks into him.
“So lucky I found you, aren’t you? You needed this so badly.”
“Daddy,” Thor mumbles, and Loki kisses the back of his neck.
“Need you all the time,” Loki groans. One of his hands comes around, and his fingers slip inside Thor’s panties to stroke the head of his cock. “Missed you so much.”
Loki grabs Thor’s hip, peppering his back with kisses. His fingers dig into Thor’s soft sides, and Thor whimpers as he thinks of the bruises he’ll wear tomorrow. His cock leaks, slick smearing across his belly and dripping onto the bed below him.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” Loki growls. “Are you gonna ruin your pretty panties and mess up your sweet skin?”
He squeezes Thor’s cock as he speaks, and Thor moans long and loud around the fingers still in his mouth as he starts to come. His cock jerks and his heavy balls draw up between his thighs. HIs legs start to give out, and only Loki’s tight grip on his waist keeps his ass in the air. Thor closes his eyes as Loki keeps up the quick rhythm of his thrusts.
Loki pants into Thor’s ear as he starts to come too. One of his hands slides along Thor’s waist and rubs across his belly, smearing Thor’s come into his skin. Thor whimpers, shuddering, clawing at the pillow and biting his own lip. Loki’s come surges hot inside him, burning, filling him up.
Loki presses him down to the bed as he begins to soften. Thor goes happily, his chest heaving, his skin slick. On top of him, Loki’s hips jerk with little thrusts, pushing his come even deeper inside.
“Gonna plug you up, baby, Loki groans, “you’re gonna keep me inside you all night.”
Thor mumbles out his agreement, already falling asleep. Loki kisses the base of his neck where Thor’s long hair parts, and Thor shivers in spite of himself. Just then, Loki pulls out, and Thor groans. He’s empty beyond believe, open and wanting. His hole twitches, aching, and he feels Loki’s come start to leak out. Another whimper slips from his throat. One of Loki’s hands lands on his ass, his thumb stroking little circles on the swell.
“Just a second, baby.”
It really is just a second, because then Thor feels the thick head of a plug against his hole. It’s not as wide as Loki, but it’s big enough to keep him open all night long. Loki’s got it wet with lube, and a little drips onto Thor’s burning skin, icy cold in contrast. Thor shivers, and Loki pushes the plug inside.
“There you go,” he whispers. He rolls away from Thor, and Thor’s slick skin goes cold from the loss.
“Come back,” he murmurs into his pillow.
“I am just getting a washcloth,” Loki calls. “You might want to sleep like that, but I could do without come all over.”
Thor chuckles, rolling over onto his back, the plug pressing deep into him as he does. He forces his eyes open and rubs a hand across his belly as Loki comes back from the bathroom.
“You love seeing me like this,” he says.
Loki’s eyes flash as Thor drags his fingers across the mess covering him. His panties are ruined now, and he drags them off as Loki watches. He’s left in only his bra, his soft cock lying against his belly, the curls around it dark and wet.
“Give those to me,” Loki demands, setting down the damp washcloth just beside Thor and plucking the panties from Thor’s fingers. He brings them up to his face for a moment and nuzzles them. Thor’s soft cock tries to twitch, and his ass clenches around the plug inside him, but he’s too spent to fill again this quickly. Even so, he licks his lips as Loki takes the panties over to the dresser and sets them on top.
When Loki comes back, he kneels on the bed, forcing Thor to spread his legs a little so that he can edge between them. He takes up the washcloth and starts to clean Thor, sliding it between Thor’s thighs and then up over his belly to where bruises are already forming at his hips. Last of all, he strokes Thor’s cock delicately, carefully, until Thor is pink and clean. Thor sighs as Loki pulls away and tosses the washcloth to the open hamper across the room.
“Roll over,” Loki demands. Thor groans, but pushes himself over back onto his belly. Loki’s hands run up his back, until on slips under the band of his bra. Loki pops it open, and Thor lifts himself off the bed just enough to shrug it off. Loki pushes at his shoulder, and Thor groans as he ends up on his back once again.
“Daddy,” he complains.
“Shhh,” Loki says. He traces the red marks where Thor’s bra bit into his skin, caressing them softly. Then he bends down and kisses along them, his salt and pepper hair falling across Thor’s chest, a perfect contrast to Thor’s blonde curls.
When he’s kissed across both sides, he lays his cheek on one of Thor’s tits, curling around Thor’s bigger body and throwing a leg across him. Thor sighs, wrapping an arm around Loki.
“Good night, Thor, darling,” Loki murmurs, kissing the middle of his chest.
“Night, daddy,” Thor murmurs. He drifts off that way, plug in his ass and Loki pillowed on his chest, finally happy and safe once more.