[ Winter had never known tenderness before the summer-king's hand upon him; now he has grown sweet and compliant after drinking from the cup brimming with love split and shared between them. Now he sits back upon his haunches, his upturned face framed within the strength of Thor's hands, and he wants for nothing but the gentle dominion of his king's word.
He kisses the blunt press of Thor's thumb upon his lip, tasting salt and loamy earth; only with reluctance does he let it free.
No matter. His king has provided well for him in the history of their knowledge of one another, and Loki knows that his plate will only be heaped and heaped anew in the coming moments.
His lashes flicker as he blinks, and again he wets his own lips with a perfunctory swipe of his tongue. His mouth waters already at sight of proud desire held steady by Thor's own hand; with only the faintest tremor of hesitation, Loki leans forward, bracing his palm against Thor's hip. Curiosity brightening the green of his eyes, he licks the swollen crown, gauging its taste; a moment later his heavy braid falls over his shoulder as he leans forward to lick at the curl of Thor's fingers, over the thick swell of the shaft, quick experimental licks that fill his mouth with the heavy musk overlaying the taste of salt and earth. ]
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He kisses the blunt press of Thor's thumb upon his lip, tasting salt and loamy earth; only with reluctance does he let it free.
No matter. His king has provided well for him in the history of their knowledge of one another, and Loki knows that his plate will only be heaped and heaped anew in the coming moments.
His lashes flicker as he blinks, and again he wets his own lips with a perfunctory swipe of his tongue. His mouth waters already at sight of proud desire held steady by Thor's own hand; with only the faintest tremor of hesitation, Loki leans forward, bracing his palm against Thor's hip. Curiosity brightening the green of his eyes, he licks the swollen crown, gauging its taste; a moment later his heavy braid falls over his shoulder as he leans forward to lick at the curl of Thor's fingers, over the thick swell of the shaft, quick experimental licks that fill his mouth with the heavy musk overlaying the taste of salt and earth. ]