[ And the mage-lights blaze within their sconces of silver as Loki's seeks again the sweetness of Thor's mouth against his own.
The stalactites of ice poised above like falling swords from the recessed ceilings begin to groan, low and smooth, growing and shrinking and curling about the pointed edge of brother and sister stalactite alike. So Loki's secret chambers are made cold and colder still with the ice and the rime given willful motion, so Loki breathes silvered ice into the warmth of Thor's mouth; his hands twining with Thor's own are near frozen with the rising chill .
He has forgotten to control the storm within him. And though the heat of the summerlord's skin melts the ice upon his body to a gleaming sheen of water instead, it reforms again upon the next skittering heartbeat of master and mastered both.
Oh, Loki can feel the imprint of his hands upon Thor now, rooted so deep that even the bones below are but a moment from growing brittle with frost. ]
Thor— [ Loki moans on a plaintive note, and though his hips perpetuate a gentle rhythm, the cold is cruel and unabating. Each thrust of his cock within drags forth another ragged breath; soon Thor will be speared upon a cock too cold for his body to bear, and soon the congress of their bodies will lose speed and fervor in the face of the greed that chills and heats Loki's blood in equal part. ] Thor, you are within my heart already — you, and only you. Remember. [ His hand gripped tight about Thor's own, the other driving bruises into the splay of a golden thigh. ] Remember my love for you, and drive away the worst of my bitter frost. [ Another driving thrust of his cock piercing deep, another spasm of his grasping hands. ] Please. Thor.
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The stalactites of ice poised above like falling swords from the recessed ceilings begin to groan, low and smooth, growing and shrinking and curling about the pointed edge of brother and sister stalactite alike. So Loki's secret chambers are made cold and colder still with the ice and the rime given willful motion, so Loki breathes silvered ice into the warmth of Thor's mouth; his hands twining with Thor's own are near frozen with the rising chill .
He has forgotten to control the storm within him. And though the heat of the summerlord's skin melts the ice upon his body to a gleaming sheen of water instead, it reforms again upon the next skittering heartbeat of master and mastered both.
Oh, Loki can feel the imprint of his hands upon Thor now, rooted so deep that even the bones below are but a moment from growing brittle with frost. ]
Thor— [ Loki moans on a plaintive note, and though his hips perpetuate a gentle rhythm, the cold is cruel and unabating. Each thrust of his cock within drags forth another ragged breath; soon Thor will be speared upon a cock too cold for his body to bear, and soon the congress of their bodies will lose speed and fervor in the face of the greed that chills and heats Loki's blood in equal part. ] Thor, you are within my heart already — you, and only you. Remember. [ His hand gripped tight about Thor's own, the other driving bruises into the splay of a golden thigh. ] Remember my love for you, and drive away the worst of my bitter frost. [ Another driving thrust of his cock piercing deep, another spasm of his grasping hands. ] Please. Thor.