[ So tenderly, so slowly does Loki take him, moving within him at a pace which is as long and lingering as the snow upon these mountain peaks, as enduring as the frozen palace. In summer all is brightness and swiftness and change, the warm roil of a storm, the quick flight of a bird, the riotous blooming of flowers. There he fucked Loki joyfully and with no leash upon his passion, mating with the sweet urgency of a youthful love.
And now here in the frozen palace he is taught how the winter mates, with patience and mastery, with a gentle touch, with the sweet shackle of an icy ring set at the base of his cock. Thor chokes and moans as it rings his swollen flesh, his cock throbbing with the need for release yet constrained from it, cut off from it, his hands grasping after the furs with a desperation which has no outlet, which must be made to bow and yield to the winter king's desire. He is rocked slowly by the slick glide of Loki's cock, a motion endless and repetitive and lulling, like the roll and drag of gentle waves against a smooth shore. ]
Oh. [ Thor says mindlessly, struggling for breath. ] Oh, Loki--will you not--
[ Soft and soft, his own hungry flesh clasping and yielding, his cock throbbing and gripped in icy restraint, heat and cold rushing through him by turns. He moans again, lower this time, a sweet rough sound, his head bowing further. ]
My king. [ And Thor shivers, and rocks with Loki, and does not protest again. ]
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And now here in the frozen palace he is taught how the winter mates, with patience and mastery, with a gentle touch, with the sweet shackle of an icy ring set at the base of his cock. Thor chokes and moans as it rings his swollen flesh, his cock throbbing with the need for release yet constrained from it, cut off from it, his hands grasping after the furs with a desperation which has no outlet, which must be made to bow and yield to the winter king's desire. He is rocked slowly by the slick glide of Loki's cock, a motion endless and repetitive and lulling, like the roll and drag of gentle waves against a smooth shore. ]
Oh. [ Thor says mindlessly, struggling for breath. ] Oh, Loki--will you not--
[ Soft and soft, his own hungry flesh clasping and yielding, his cock throbbing and gripped in icy restraint, heat and cold rushing through him by turns. He moans again, lower this time, a sweet rough sound, his head bowing further. ]
My king. [ And Thor shivers, and rocks with Loki, and does not protest again. ]