Occasionally I think to myself, “why does this happen so often, why is this the go-to joke,” and then I picture it. The mental image of someone talking about, or TO, an old priest, like ANCIENT, who’s very devout and not exactly very charming (unless you ask a certain someone), all of his children are adopted, and calling him a slut. yea okay that’s pretty funny
Some gratuitous smut for your consideration. ~800 words
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The duffel bag drops from Thor's hand with a dull thud as the door to his room swings open. Loki is laying on his twin bed, on his side with four wet fingers shoved in his ass. He's wearing Thor's football jersey and a pair of tube socks hiked halfway up his milky thighs.
Thor stars at his brother dumbly, swallowing against the sudden the dryness in his throat and heavy throb in his cock. He should probably tell him to stop, says a very small voice in Thor's head.
Loki finally looks up at him and moans, wet eyelashes fluttering and his fingers squelching as he shoves them back in harder, skinny body writhing on top of his covers.
“Loki,” he croaks, finally, though it's sounds more longing than admonishing or intimidating.
“Oh Thor,” Loki whines, spreading his fingers wide as he drags them almost all the way out.
Thor blinks, his mouth hanging open as Loki presses his fingers back together and shoves them back in to the knuckle, throwing his head back with another moan. Thor moves with out thinking, dragging his bag inside and kicking his door shut behind him. He stomps up to his bed and grabs Loki's wrist, stilling his hand and staring at him with wide eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Loki tilts his head, smiling softly and almost sweetly at Thor. “Waiting for you to get home from practice.”
Thor squeezes Loki's wrist, his face hot as his lips form a frown. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other in a vague attempt to alleviate some of the pressure on his cock. “What the fuck, Loki.”
Loki's smile falls, brows furrowing as he gives Thor a hard look. “Did you really think you could pretend that the party never happened? That I'd be satisfied with you drunkenly humping my leg and crying on my shoulder in the backseat of your car?”
Thor winces at the hazy memory and lets Loki shake his hand away. He stares as Loki pulls his fingers out of himself and rolls up on to his knees. Loki kneels in front of him on the bed and tugs him closer by his shirt. Thor glances down and he swallows again at the sight of Loki's stiff cock tenting his jersey, the hem skimming a couple inches above the socks.
“Were you planning on just going back to fucking your way through the cheer team?”
Thor stammers, his mind reeling to find something to say, any sort of rebuttal to Loki's words.
Loki smirks, reaching up with his clean hand to cup Thor's cheek, his thumb tracing Thor's bottom lip. “You're an idiot, Thor. You're lucky that you're so attractive. Now fuck me like you've always wanted to.”
Thor makes a noise in his throat, his tiny bit of resolve crumbling. He grabs the back of Loki's head with one hand, the other reaching around to grab Loki's ass, two fingers finding his hole and shoving in. They groan into each others mouths, Loki's hands moving roughly and frantically as he pulls at Thor's clothes.
Thor pushes Loki back to rip off his shirt and kick off his jeans and boxers, shuddering when Loki reaches out and strokes his cock, tongue darting out to wet his reddened lips.
“I want this,” he says lowly, looking up at Thor through his lashes.
Thor growls, pouncing and shoving Loki on to his back and climbing between his thighs. Loki chants yes, yes, yes under his breath as digs his blunt nails into Thor's shoulders. Thor reaches between them, grabbing his cock tight at the base and guiding it into Loki, gritting his teeth as he shoves forward, burying himself to the hilt in one go and ripping a rough moan from Loki's throat. Loki bounces with each punishing thrust, fresh tears springing to his eyes and coating his lashes. Thor kisses him, their lips sliding together roughly, his fist wound tight in Loki's hair. Loki yowls beneath Thor, body writhing and tensing.
Thor practically sobs as he comes, so hard and sudden that he sees white. His body goes weak with it, making him slump on to Loki.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Loki whines breathlessly, forcing a hand between them. Thor lifts himself up a few inches, his head resting on Loki's shoulder and watching Loki stroke himself until come spurts out in thick ropes on Thor's jersey. Thor shudders at the sight, silently vowing to never wash it again. He drags his head up and kisses Loki's slack lips for a few long minutes before rolling off with a sigh, their bodies pressed close together because of the small bed.
“Was it as good as you imagined?” Loki asks with a sleepy grin, head lolling to the side to look at Thor.
Thor exhales slowly, dragging the backs of his fingers along Loki's hip, bunching the fabric of his jersey up. “Better.”
Hi! Just wanted to say that despite that fact that I'm not in half the fandoms that you write in, I think you're a great writer. Honestly, your writing is good enough that I'm still interested. I followed you a long time ago... And I still am. Well done!
*-* Nonny that is a really beautiful thing to say and I take it as a massive compliment that you're still interested even though I've shifted fandoms so many times. Thank you!
And I wouldn't mind which ones you are in - even if you send me something on anon still!
