[ says Loki, the gentle rise of his voice offering an answer to his own question. He has buried the anger and the violence of winter's cruelty beneath his skin, and now he knows only the snowy plains, the serenity of monochrome in the land and the falling sky.
How can Thor not feel this? There is no urgency in the joining of body and body, no edge of frenzied lust that would have driven them to completion whilst entwined upon the soft linens of the summer-king's bed. Here there is only perpetuity, white hands upon golden hips, the pierce of winter's cock like thread dipping into cloth, embroidering upon flesh the truth of their union.
And so Loki endeavors to share the peace that has caught him in its embrace, sliding forth with patient tenderness, until the night grows dark and darker still. Only when Thor's great body begins to tremble beneath the anchoring thrusts does Loki draw his cock away, gentle hands arranging the spill of golden limbs until Thor lies again upon his back, his legs splayed to allow Loki purview.
This time Loki takes Thor's breath with his own mouth as he presses forward again, the pleasure pooling molten at the pit of his stomach. A minute more. Only a minute more. One day, this will seem a fragment of a moment compared to the eternity they will live, and Loki cannot bear to cut it short. ]
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[ says Loki, the gentle rise of his voice offering an answer to his own question. He has buried the anger and the violence of winter's cruelty beneath his skin, and now he knows only the snowy plains, the serenity of monochrome in the land and the falling sky.
How can Thor not feel this? There is no urgency in the joining of body and body, no edge of frenzied lust that would have driven them to completion whilst entwined upon the soft linens of the summer-king's bed. Here there is only perpetuity, white hands upon golden hips, the pierce of winter's cock like thread dipping into cloth, embroidering upon flesh the truth of their union.
And so Loki endeavors to share the peace that has caught him in its embrace, sliding forth with patient tenderness, until the night grows dark and darker still. Only when Thor's great body begins to tremble beneath the anchoring thrusts does Loki draw his cock away, gentle hands arranging the spill of golden limbs until Thor lies again upon his back, his legs splayed to allow Loki purview.
This time Loki takes Thor's breath with his own mouth as he presses forward again, the pleasure pooling molten at the pit of his stomach. A minute more. Only a minute more. One day, this will seem a fragment of a moment compared to the eternity they will live, and Loki cannot bear to cut it short. ]