Send a position: Cowboy/riding
As always, I’m fashionably late with this. I hope you like it and my current obsession with public sex isn’t too squicky.
Loki is slumped heavily against Thor’s side, drunk on lust and maybe a little on the sweet wine he’s had all night.
“My king,” he breathes, leaning up to brush a kiss against the line of Thor’s jaw.
It’s enough. Thor’s attention immediately shifts from the tale he was sharing with a group of undoubtedly brave warriors to Loki.
“Yes, brother?” A sharp smile is curling his lips. They’ve done this enough times for Thor to know exactly what is coming.
Maybe Loki should apologize to the men he just robbed of Thor’s attention. It’s not every day they get to share tales of war with their king and commander, but he needs— Norns, he’s aching for his brother. He’s fought at Thor’s side all day, watched him rage and destroy a small army with his bare hands and his beloved hammer, muscles bulging and energy crackling around him.
“I want your cock!”
Thor bellows out a laugh. The clattering of the plates, swiped from the Great Table with a careless sweep of Thor’s arm, is almost lost in the noise that fills the Great Hall, but not quite. People are looking their way, casting them knowing looks before they return to their own conversations.
“And you shall have it, brother.”
Thor is hard already, the thick ridge of his cock straining against the leather of his breeches obscene. Loki’s hole clenches on nothing, greedy to be filled.
Nothing much changes in the merry-making around them, but there’s a subtle shift around them, tension suddenly in the air, anticipation that equals Loki’s own. Thor goes easily with, lying on his back on the table at the slightest push of Loki’s hand. Loki follows impatiently, crawling after him and over him, straddling Thor’s powerful thighs.
“Then give it to me,” Loki says, bending down to graze the words against Thor’s lips. Thor leans up, kissing him hard and Loki responds in kind, licking filthy demands into Thor’s mouth while he tears at the laces of Thor’s breeches, baring his cock. Thor shows no such consideration. He simply tears at the soft cloth of Loki’s leggings until it rips under the force his hands.
Loki barely has the mind to prepare them both with a whispered spell and then he’s already crying out, all the breath driven out of him with the sharp burn of Thor fucking him open. It’s too much, Loki’s entrance stretched so wide around the unforgiving thickness of Thor’s cock it’s making his eyes water, and Loki loves it. Loki lifts up, steadying himself with his hands splayed against Thor’s chest, thighs shaking and breath stuttering at the heavy drag of Thor’s cock against his insides. He stops for a moment when only the thick cockhead is stretching him open, throwing his head back with a hiss, suspended on a surge of need.
It only lasts for a second or maybe minutes, Loki has no idea. Thor’s hands are pressing bruises into his hips, pulling him onto his cock, his fingers rough against the tender skin between Loki’s cheeks, baring him for everyone to see just what he does to Loki.
They fuck hard and fast, uncaring of their surroundings. There’s just the heavy weight of Thor inside of Loki, the hot curl of pleasure in his gut every time Thor’s cock drags at the perfect angle inside of him. He comes hard and sudden, gasping for air that suddenly tastes like ozone, convulsing around Thor in waves, milking Thor’s release from him.
Somewhere in the distance thunder is rolling, or maybe it’s the murmurs around them, Loki doesn’t care. He folds himself against Thor’s chest, nipping a kiss in the crook of Thor’s neck.
“My king,” Loki says, voice thick with satisfaction. He clenches around Thor’s still half-hard cock and rather feels than hears Thor’s laugh rumbling in his chest. “I want your cock. Take me to bed.”
