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Loki shudders when Thor tightens his grip on him and bites down on the sensitive skin on Loki's neck. It feels as though Thor's arms are the only thing keeping him anchored; without them, he would float away. His giggle at the thought is quickly replaced by a moan as Thor starts to none so gently suck on Loki's pulse.
It's New Years Eve and they are both drunk.
The party at Asgard gives a new meaning to the word extravagant. The decorations give a dash of colour to the normally dark club, but even so the low beat atmosphere remains. There is metallic coloured glitter everywhere, stations filled with food and drink that range from elegant to downright cheesy – Loki has eaten oysters served by a naked girl and then moved on to some kind of a pink pastry shaped like a dick.
But the surroundings are only half of the final vision. The club is packed and everyone is on their best, where “best” means wildest, most kinky and most flashy.
Loki is no exception. He was looking forward to this night with joy that made him bodily pause and look at himself quizzically in the mirror as he was putting eye-liner on.
He spent the first few hours of the party mingling, showing off his outfit – low hanging leather trousers with knee-high green boots, his chest bare save for loops of delicate golden chain spun around his neck – and talking to people. And then, around midnight, he spotted Thor for the first time that night. The sight of him stole Loki's breath.
Thor was always an impressive figure, but tonight even more so. He was wearing a very tight, low cut grey tank top that essentially left it torso almost bare – the cleavage in the front dipped down almost to his nipples and the material was so sheer and stretched so tight that it barely covered anything at all. His dark jeans were just as tight and he topped the outfit off with wide leather cuffs around both of his wrists and around his neck – technically, they were accessories, but Loki would bet that everyone in the room (subconsciously or not) connected the appearance of them to actual cuffs meant for restraining.
Clever.
A wave of need rose in Loki when he saw Thor like that, drinking and laughing, looking like that, and he made his way over, unabashedly putting himself right into Thor's space.
That left them here, on the VIP sofa, making out like the rest of the world doesn't exist.
Except, it sort of does, and they are pretty much on display, a fact that makes Loki hot all over. If there is someone he is willing to be seen with like this, it's certainly Thor. Since that night, they've been exchanging e-mails, but haven't seen each other much in the club and, to be frank, Loki is more than ready to get past all the prep work and “getting to know each other” and get down and dirty. Again.
It would not be happening tonight, but damn. He is straining hard in his pants just from making out like they are. Fuck, if only he managed to get Thor to the men's room at least... he already knows Thor can jerk him off so well he sees stars. He kisses Thor harder and lets his hands roam over the valleys of Thor's chest, feeling his hard nipples and teasing them with his thumb.
“Thor,” he whines, uncaring of how drunk and needy he sounds when Thor lets him do it, but simply presses him into a tighter embrace. “Come on.”
“It's a great party, babe,” Thor laughs. “But it's not that much of a party. Let's keep our stuff private.”
What Thor didn't know was that at that moment, he got himself into heaps of trouble.
Because as Loki leaned away, pouting, wholly unconcerned about the fact that Thor was right and that they should neither hump publicly, nor fuck in the bathroom, a vindictive idea sprung into his mind.
And the idea didn't go away even when Thor texted him at seven in the evening on the First, all smile emojis, asking him if he slept well and how his head was. It didn't go away as he responded something flirty and then went to open his laptop to e-mail Thor properly.
Quite the opposite. He had a plan, a low heat simmering at the base of his belly and a smile – sharp one – stretching his lips as he put down into writing exactly what he wanted.
And things went quickly after that.
Because Thor, the fool, agreed.
“Hello,” Loki purrs as a way of greeting when he and Thor meet at the front bar of the club. It's late afternoon and the place is deserted except for Sif training a new bartender. Loki nods at her, but his attention is all on Thor. What he sees makes quite literally his mouth water. Thor looks different today. He's not showing as much skin as usual; instead he wears dark blue jeans that are not terribly tight and a black t-shirt that for once covers his chest fully. And his hair is pulled back into a tidy ponytail.
Loki can read his demeanour like a magazine. A little shy. Willing to be a good boy, as much as someone like Thor can fulfil that role.
“Hi,” Thor smiles in reply.
They walk through the club towards the rooms and even though Thor has the keys and has booked a room for them – Loki doesn't even know which one it is and it doesn't matter to him too much, as he has all the crucial items in the bag slung over his shoulders – Loki walk close to him, half a step behind, and lets his fingers trail across Thor's lower back, making Thor feel his presence.
The room Thor leads them to is close to the one where they've been before, but it's subtler and simpler. Loki immediately spies a simple, high-standing cot – a table almost, but with padding of soft leather – and knows he has chosen.
“All right,” he says as he turns to Thor, putting his bag on the ground. “This will definitely do.”
Thor nods, staying silent. Loki cocks his head and openly looks him over. His posture, the expression on his face, the rate of his breathing...
Then he reaches out, petting Thor's bearded cheek. “Ready for me?”
“Yes.”
Loki makes a low tsk sound. “So stoic. Very well. Let's rehash the basics and get to it. What is your safe word?”
“Mjolnir,” Thor responds.
“Good. Now strip.”
Loki wastes no time giving that command because he is so excited for this. He has many, many fantasies about what he and Thor might do together and a huge number of those feature him succumbing to Thor's greater strength. Tonight will be completely different though and he is positively panting for it.
And so is Thor, apparently, as Loki notes after Thor's shirt lands on the floor and he opens the zipper on his jeans to reveal simple black boxers that are tented with his erection. The underwear is soon gone as well and Loki continues with his thorough perusal of Thor, now stripped bare. He is... well. Of course he is inconceivably gorgeous, muscled and tall. Loki shakes himself. His gaze is drawn to Thor's cock, which is more than half hard and very gently pulsing with the rhythm of his heart. It's thick and long and Loki knows immediately that he wants it inside of himself. God. He wishes they had arranged for that, but they didn't, so he is out of luck. For today anyway.
But that doesn't mean other things are forbidden to him. He steps closer to Thor, his breath hitting Thor's cheek, and he reaches down to stroke Thor. The cock in his hand jumps and fills eagerly with the stimulation and Loki watches Thor's face in the corner of his eye. Once he spies Thor's lips parting open, he stops, drawing his hand back. He feels slick moisture on his fingers and he brings them up to his mouth, licking them as Thor watches, his gaze falling hooded and darkening.
He simply chuckles and directs Thor to the cot he has chosen, having him lie down on his back and pulling out his ropes.
“I want complete silence from you now,” he tells Thor, leaning over him to look him in the eye. “When you are allowed to speak or make noise again, I will let you know.”
Thor nods – silently – and Loki chuckles a little, pleased. Then he gets to work.
He is in his own zone like this even though he is in control. There are endless loops of rope slipping through his palms, dozens of knots that his fingers make. He starts by Thor's chest, making almost a net across the expanse of it, accentuating the raised pectorals. Beauty is created beneath his hands and he almost mourns the fact that Thor is lying prone on his back – Loki can envision a thousand of positions, a thousand of rope patterns spanning across Thor's beautiful body, twisting and bending him for Loki's needs, suspended, or on the floor,... the possibilities are endless. But for today, it is Thor simply lying down. Even so, Loki puts his best efforts into it.
His rope work is not only beautiful, but practical as well. Thor is a strong man and if everything goes as it should, he will be struggling with all of his unrestrained power. It's up to Loki to make sure he doesn't break out, nor hurt himself for that matter.
So he loops the soft, firm rope first around Thor's chest, then his shoulders and arms as well. They cross his body at dozens of places.
Then Loki moves down to Thor's abdomen and his legs and that is a true treat for him. He spreads those powerful thighs wide, leaving Thor's cock, balls and the tops of his buttocks vulnerable and on display. Thor's cock has not softened in the slightest and it lies in the crook of Thor's thigh and belly, thick and red at the tip. Loki leaves it be for the moment and ties Thor's legs down all the way from his crotch down to his ankles, neatly spacing the loops of rope.
By the end of it, Thor can move his neck, his wrists and his ankles. And that's about it.
Loki takes a deep breath and unbuttons his own shirt. He is dressed in slacks of thin, denim-like material and a charcoal grey button down. He takes his time and Thor watches him. Loki can almost see his desire to squirm. Then he toes off his shoes and smoothly pulls himself up onto the cot, kneeling by Thor's hips, his clothed calves pressed to Thor's bare, spread thighs.
“Hello,” he breathes in a parody of the greeting they shared back at the bar. Thor stays quiet, as he was ordered. Loki places his elbow right by Thor's head, leaning down as he yet again reaches between them to stroke Thor's cock lightly. “Feeling all tied up and secure?”
Thor's eyes flutter closed as Loki circles his palm more firmly around the base of his cock. “Eyes open,” Loki orders. Thor obeys, dragging his eyelids upwards and meeting Loki's gaze in clear defiance.
Then he shifts a little – the movement is minimal because Loki's rope work did what it was meant to do, but he still feels it. Thor attempts to rise his hips and press his cock quicker and firmer into Loki's fist.
“Ah ah,” Loki shakes his head, squeezing the base of Thor's cock and then letting go. He slides off the cot and bends to his bag, retrieving a bottle of oil. It's pure and good quality, scented only very subtly with coconut, perfect for massage or any other kind of use. With one hand, he pets Thor's abdomen, admiring the way the thick muscles quiver in anticipation and he freely pours a good amount all over Thor's cock, letting the liquid pool over Thor's balls and on the surface underneath him.
Then he hauls himself back onto the table, straddling Thor's thighs. He spreads the oil over Thor's skin, lightly pumping his cock. Thor's eyes flutter closed again and Loki allows it for a moment, taking the opportunity to drink the sight of Thor in. All that power restrained by Loki's immaculate work... There is tightness in Thor's expression as Loki jerks him off languidly and a sense of expectation is hanging between them.
He brings his other hand down to toy with Thor's balls, heavy and slick with the oil. Then he reaches lower, letting his fingers explore a little, teasing Thor's hole, rubbing at it without slipping in. Thor's legs are straining, Loki can feel it underneath himself, but he's trying to spread them open more, not close them and evade Loki's touch.
Loki leans forward and kisses him. Thor even kisses differently when he is like this – Loki remembers, cock throbbing in the confines of his trousers, the way Thor claimed his mouth those weeks ago, letting him know without a shadow of doubt that he would be taking what he wanted. Now he is softer, parting his plump lips in a show of surrender.
“Mm,” Loki murmurs wetly against Thor's mouth, pulling back only a fraction, his hand still working Thor's cock. It's hot and thick in his hand, fully hard, the veins covering its entire surface rising. Loki sits back to admire the sight. Oh yes. Fully hard, Thor's cock is not only huge, but well shaped and plain old gorgeous as well. He scoots back a little and bends down, blowing at the reddened head. Thor's gaze follows him, his blue eyes darkened by need. Loki's mind, always in overdrive, helpfully suggests that Thor's expression should be kept and held – blonde hair framing his flushed face, lips glistening and kissed red, thick eyelashes fluttering every time Loki runs his fingers over his length.
Yes, Thor is very camera ready like that. He needs to bring that up as soon as possible.
But now, he flicks out his tongue, just touching the tip the slightest bit. He watches as Thor winces, trying to bite back a groan.
“Oh you'd love that, wouldn't you?” he asks, his face still so close to Thor's cock that he knows Thor can feel his breath on his skin. “A nice blowjob... me getting you wet all over, so that you could then catch me by the hair and pull me down on your cock, fuck my mouth, choke me with it... would you come down my throat or on my face? Answer me.”
“Down your throat,” Thor says, his voice a little strained but otherwise controlled. Loki purses his lips. That won't do. He pumps Thor from the base up, licking at the head with his tongue flattened, teasing the slit just a little bit.
“Why's that?”
“I'd want to... feel your mouth, your lips...”
“Are you imagining it, Thor?” Loki smiles sharply. “That feeling as I choke on your dick, trying to swallow everything you give me, my lips wrapped around the base, my entire face pressed to your belly...”
“Yes,” Thor hisses, panting, straining to rise his head and watch Loki jerk him off slowly, licking out at the exposed glans and slit.
“Oh, but you are so out of luck,” Loki drawls before forming an 'o' with his lips and taking only just the head of Thor's cock between them, sucking briefly before pulling off and and sitting up straight, squeezing the base of Thor's cock.
“Aah, please.”
“Oh, darling, don't make me laugh,” Loki scolds him. “Begging already? When we've only just started? You must have more stamina than that...”
“But it feels good,” Thor replies, stubbornly looking up at Loki, a pout curling his bottom lip. Loki has to suppress a genuine smile. He wondered what Thor would be like – he suspected he would be unruly and prideful, the sort that would mulishly disobey and then take the punishment with his teeth bared, but Thor is something entirely different. He actually tries to play Loki, pleading and pouting and having that puppy eye look (which works great with his gorgeous blue eyes, but Loki is so much stronger than that).
It's frankly endearing.
Loki reaches for more of the oil, wanting to keep his movements perfectly smooth and unhindered. He works Thor with both hands, twisting his wrist around the head until Thor is breathing heavily, trying to push his hips up against the ropes. Smirking, Loki firmly wraps his right palm around his cock and ever so slowly slides it down, tightening his grip some more around the base, keeping Thor's foreskin pulled all the way down, the skin of his cock taut, head bulging and exposed. With his left hand, dripping with oil, he forms a loose fist and slides it up and down the sensitive parts, rubbing his palm in circular motion all over the head, then using his thumb to rub across Thor's slit and finally just kneading him hard.
Thor moans, closing his eyes and Loki watches him raptly, gaze flicking between Thor's face and his cock, looking for any signs that Thor is about to topple over the edge.
“Please, please-” Thor pants and Loki lets go abruptly, watching Thor's cock twitch in the cold air, leaning against his belly now that Loki is not holding him, but staying mostly erect anyway. So beautiful.
“Almost there, were you,” Loki hums and leans down to kiss Thor again, then nuzzles underneath his chin and nips at his neck. He holds himself carefully above Thor, but his stomach grazes over the tip of Thor's cock now and then, always keeping him on edge.
Then he sits back and takes Thor in hand again, refreshing the drying oil and starting again. His hands work in tandem, bringing Thor all the way up only to let him go and watch as he squirms, increasingly desperate. The veins on his cock grow even more prominent, the head turns almost purple. Loki can feel sweat rising on his own forehead and his forearms are feeling tense. He has to put tremendous effort into ignoring his own arousal. He can't stop now; nor does he want to. His concentration is absolute. His hands curl around the thick shaft of Thor's cock, stroking and pleasuring while he watches out for the tiny twitches and other tell-tales of orgasm. And when he spots them, he releases Thor, increasingly more gleeful as he begs and curses.
“Loki, oh god, please, enough, enough,” Thor pleads with him and Loki leans down to mouth at Thor's cock a little, feeling the taut, hot skin with his tongue and lips.
He takes Thor in one hand, stroking him languidly while his other plays with Thor's balls and hole a little and watches Thor's flushed face with interest.
“Would you like to come?” he purrs.
“Yes,” Thor moans. Loki enjoys how earnest he is now. No more playing and pouting; this is pure desperation.
“Hmm...” he pretends to contemplate it, jerking Thor off, keeping the pace maddeningly low. For a moment he simply appreciates the thickness in his hand, the light pulses that run through Thor's cock from time to time. He makes a weighting motion with his other hand, holding Thor's sack in his palm, then kneads it a bit. “So full...”
He employs both hands on Thor's cock, stroking him firmly and quickly and Thor's head falls back, a relieved groan falling from his lips.
“Yes, Loki, please, just like that...”
Poor Thor. His eyes are closed, squeezed shut in anticipation of the needed release and he doesn't see Loki's smirk. Loki lets him go as far as he dares and then he-
Lets go, listening to Thor's loud shout of frustration as he slips off the cot and approaches the other side, standing behind Thor head.
Thor looks around, disoriented and panting, finally realizing where Loki is and craning his neck to look at him. His eyelashes are just a little bit wet and Loki grins, bending to kiss Thor's cheek. Nuzzling him, he reaches forward and brings both of his hands to Thor's nipples, teasing them with slick fingers.
“Oh no,” Thor hiccups. “No, no.”
“Shhh,” Loki scolds, kissing Thor's neck lightly, then nipping at his earlobe. “Just a little bit. You don't want me to neglect any part of you, do you?”
Thor just makes a choked off sound, probably indicating that yes, he would do with Loki neglecting some parts of him if only he got enough attention on a specific one.
“So pretty,” Loki praises, taking handfuls of Thor's firm pectorals before flicking his nipples with his nails. Once he's had his fill playing with the tight nubs, he returns to his perch on Thor's thighs and takes his cock in hand again. By now it feels like it belongs in his grasp – in feels natural. He pours some more oil, because there can never be too much of it for what he's doing and strokes him back to straining hardness.
It's time.
But that doesn't mean it will be easy. His grip on Thor's cock is tight and unforgiving, surely bordering on painful. His strokes are careful and measured, ever so slowly speeding up. But never too much – if Thor wants to come, he will have to work for it. And Thor does, twitching underneath him, the pulse on his neck working as he strains, chasing every bit of pleasure to finally bring himself off.
Loki watches as Thor's sack tightens and draws up, then gives two more assertive strokes and the cock in his hand swells imperceptibly, the head reddening further, the slit opening just a bit- and then Thor is coming, thick streaks of white, pearly come spilling from him and landing all over his chest, criss-crossing the ropes binding him.
Loki keeps stroking him –
and he keeps stroking him.
His grip tightens, one hand squeezing the base of Thor's cock, preventing him from getting soft, the other flies up and down over the thick, slick head.
Thor whimpers, muscles on his belly tightening and clenching as he fights against the ropes. And for all that Loki was slow and teasing before, his hands now work frantically, pulling Thor's foreskin up and down speedily, spreading the dribbles of come that landed on Thor's cock. He makes a net with his fingers, entwining them, holding Thor's cock between his palms and uses his thumbs to rub at the underside. The glans there are bright red and sensitive and Thor howls as Loki keeps and keeps rubbing.
A bead of sweat rolls down Loki's nose and falls onto Thor's skin – Thor might be frantic and desperate, shouting as he tries to fight against the over-stimulation, but Loki is far from unaffected, his breathing quick as he does everything he can to keep Thor hard. He looks for the most sensitive parts; roughly jerking Thor off, rubbing the head and slit with his fingers. Then he flattens one of his palms and drags it in circular motion over the wet, slick head, rotating his wrist to get as much contact as he can.
Thor's whimpers have grown into full out screams. Still rubbing the head of Thor's cock, Loki watches in fascination as every single muscle in Thor's body fights and strains against the ropes, trying to break free and stop the torment.
“You wanted this,” Loki reminds him, his own voice breathy. “You wanted me to jerk you off. You wanted to come and now you can. Don't you have one more in you, darling?”
He stops targeting the head and moves on to stroke Thor up and down again, trying to get him into full hardness again. It's almost no reprieve for Thor – his foreskin is being dragged over the sensitive tip anyway and Loki is ruthless with him, hand speeding up and down. He reaches down and pushes one finger inside Thor.
“Please stop, stop, I can't take it,” Thor yelps and Loki just bares his teeth, turning his wrist so that his finger aims upwards and he begins to finger Thor lightly, attempting to push at his prostate.
“Aaah-” Thor's entire body jerks underneath Loki and he knows he has succeeded. He still has a steel grip on Thor's softening cock, putting everything into the motion of his wrist to keep him stimulated as much as possible. Thor shakes and whines, his head rolling against the cot as he violently shakes his head “no”, broken pleads falling from his lips with increasing desperation. Loki doesn't stop, instead he pushes at Thor's prostate with the tip of his finger, working both hands in tandem.
“You will come again,” he orders firmly. Thor just lets out a rather high pitched moan and then goes “no no no no”.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Loki tells him, voice harsh. Thor obeys, blue eyes filled with tears, pupils blown wide. “You will come again.”
“I can't, I can't- Loki, it's too much, it's too fucking much-”
“I didn't ask if you can or not. I told you what were going to do,” Loki says viciously, pressing another finger into Thor. Both pads of his fingers are driven to the spongy place inside of Thor and his other hand is moving so fast over Thor's cock – harder now again – it might as well be a blur. “Do it. Come.”
And Thor does – the cot creaks loudly as Thor pushes his hips upwards and several gushes of come drip from his slit, running down Loki's knuckles.
Thor's mouth is open, eyes firmly shut, and he lets out a pained “aah”, trembling all over. Loki releases him and gently pulls his fingers out. He slumps, hand falling down as he takes a couple of deep breaths, leaning on his arms at both sides of Thor.
Then he slides down from the cot, grabbing a towel and quickly wiping his hands before approaching Thor, smoothing his hair back and wiping away the sweat on his forehead.
“How are you?”
“I...” Thor sips in a breath and then tries again. “I probably should have done warm-up stretches before we started.”
Loki laughs softly into his ear and kisses his cheek. “I will untie you. I hope you didn't get too chafed.”
There are, in fact, many red marks over Thor's skin where the rope has dug into his as he fought, but Loki did his job well, distributing the pressure evenly and so it's nothing to worry about. He helps Thor sit up but doesn't let him stand yet, cupping his face and pressing light kisses to his lips.
“Wow,” Thor says after a while, dropping his head onto Loki's shoulder and drawing him to a closer embrace. Loki stands contentedly between Thor's legs, smoothing a hand down his hair. “I'm still on a high so I understand if you say no, but... do you know what I would really like right now?”
Loki pulls back a little to look Thor in the face, smiling. “What?”
“I would really like it if you took me home... my place or yours, doesn't matter,” Thor murmurs. “And do something disgustingly vanilla like watch a movie or cuddle. Or both. And then I could very vanilla-y blow you.”
A bout of laughter bursts out of Loki and then he quiets, thinking it over. Thor's right – he's still on a high and he craves aftercare. Loki can give it to him here – he will, no matter what he decides. But the problem is, he wants exactly what Thor described.
“Oh, I'm not taking any chances,” he says, mock-sternly. “Your cock is about to feel very chafed and very sore. I don't want to fear the revenge of your teeth.”
Thor blinks at him, looking a little anxious. Loki shakes his head and decides to spare him. He's been through tough time.
“Yes, I want to go home and cuddle.”
A wide grin splits Thor's face and that cynical voice in Loki's head groans.
Oh, Loki, what are you getting yourself into?