[ Of course Loki had known and rejoiced in the truth of the summer-king's love for him, but to be reaffirmed in its name is joy doubled and tripled.
Reluctant to part from the kiss bestowed upon his, he shuffles nearer still, his arms a circling cradle for Thor's great body within. ]
With joy. [ Loki responds, eagerness in his lifted gaze. ] With the greatest of joy, and yet without experience, for only have I received such pleasures in our shared past — [ And his hands unclasp, sliding across the golden swell of Thor's shoulders, down his arms, past his belt of burnished gold disks, until Loki's clever fingers make quick work of the fastenings holding Thor from him. He strokes him but once, his fingers trailing across the crown lightly before drawing entirely away.
Thus Loki leans close again, pressing a chaste kiss to Thor's cheek, to the point of his chin, to the apex of his collarbone. He takes Thor's hands in his own, and brings them up to frame his own head; his eyes are sweet and wide with the intent to please.
His tongue darts out, whisper-quick, to wet his own lips. ] — will you not guide me in the pursuit, my love?
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Reluctant to part from the kiss bestowed upon his, he shuffles nearer still, his arms a circling cradle for Thor's great body within. ]
With joy. [ Loki responds, eagerness in his lifted gaze. ] With the greatest of joy, and yet without experience, for only have I received such pleasures in our shared past — [ And his hands unclasp, sliding across the golden swell of Thor's shoulders, down his arms, past his belt of burnished gold disks, until Loki's clever fingers make quick work of the fastenings holding Thor from him. He strokes him but once, his fingers trailing across the crown lightly before drawing entirely away.
Thus Loki leans close again, pressing a chaste kiss to Thor's cheek, to the point of his chin, to the apex of his collarbone. He takes Thor's hands in his own, and brings them up to frame his own head; his eyes are sweet and wide with the intent to please.
His tongue darts out, whisper-quick, to wet his own lips. ] — will you not guide me in the pursuit, my love?