~ Grandthorki Day ~ One More Day ~
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“Thaaat’s it,” Grandmaster purrs, stroking Thor’s hair back. “Wow, I mean… just wow. You’re very gentle, especially for a Lord of Thunder. It’s uh… well, don’t get me wrong, it’s great. Different, though.”
Someone likes to talk. Why can’t he just appreciate what Thor is giving him? Even drunk and out of his mind, he is still a little hurt that his talents are overshadowed by the prowess of another. And not only another, but…
The disgusting thought pulls him out of his reverie and Thor forces himself to halt the swirling of his tongue and the suction from deep in his throat. Grandmaster uses the opportunity to turn to his side, and Thor glances up, suddenly afraid he has been disappointing, unworthy.
“I’ll be honest with you, Lord of Thunder, I expected to be more like your brother. That Loki, now he really knows what I like. He has had plenty of time to figure it out, haven’t you, Loki?”
Now, Thor cannot stop the movement of his eyes over to his brother, who still sits transfixed, chained to the throne of sorts. He has a front-row view to all of this, and he seems to be using it to maximum extent. It seems that his gaze has shifted to Thor, now, or at least to Grandmaster’s cock instead of his face. He looks… wanting. Of course, he may have no choice in the matter. Thor should try to remember that.
“What can I say? I live to please.”
~from Two Bitten Hearts by Cosmya
