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Loki slipped into the lingerie, feeling the lace slide over his skin, a light flush going over him. A nervousness still washed over him, despite the fact that he was alone, in his rooms. He laced up the corset, and snapped on his garters before readjusting his bra...
Loki stood in front of his full length mirror, twisting around to critically examine himself. He huffed, cheeks flushing darker. As a man, he was slight, poorly built for a warrior. In comparison to the maidens that Thor loved so much, he was flat, curve-less. Now how would he impress - A loud thud sounded behind him, and Loki whirled around, fear and shame washing over him. It was Thor, he had dropped Mjolnir....
"Thor," Loki said, trying to even his voice. "What business do you have in my room? How many times have I told you to knock first!" Thor hastily shut the door, and pushed Mjolnir with his foot before the door. "Thor?" Loki's skin was on fire, red blotching across his pale skin in embarrassment. "Thor," Loki tried again, voice wavering. "Brother, please, tell no one?" Thor's hand came to rest under Loki's chin, as his blue eyes travelled Loki's body...
"Thunderer, what games do you play?" Loki whispered harshly, trying to stay calm. "Sometimes, that silver tongue of yours doesn't know when to stop," Thor said, gruffly. The blonde's large hand slid from Loki's chin, to slide over his arm, and cup at his waist. "You look so beautiful, brother," Thor said, leaning his face down into Loki's neck. "This outfit, it suits you." Loki shuddered under Thor's touch, feeling weak in his knees, and leaned forward to rest against the blonde.
"Help me out of my armor," Thor whispered against Loki's neck. "It is becoming restricting." Loki nodded quietly, hands unsteady, and face still aflame. Surely, Thor couldn't be serious. He had only shown such interest in the fairer of the opposite sex. Yet, Loki could feel the burning of Thor's eyes searing along his body, and the lingerie he wore, didn't feel as if they were covering him at all. When Thor stood bare before him, the thunderer's hands gripped at his hips again...
Thor pulled Loki flush against him, tongue running across Loki's neck. "You are red-faced, brother. Are you not enjoying this?" Thor joked, nipping at the younger's neck teasingly. Loki growled low in his throat, but only a broken whine actually passed his lips as Thor's hands roamed lower. The large hands ran over his rear, cupping them, before sliding over his thigh, and back up, slowly along his stomach, to rest on his chest over the quickening pace of his heart.
Loki threw his head back, a deep shudder passing through him. He bit down, hard, on his lower lip, stopping any pleased sounds from escaping. He didn't need any further embarrassment. Thor's other hand slid down between his thighs, where Loki closed them on reflex, and bit back a gasp. "Th-Thor..." Loki whined. Thor pressed his face into Loki's neck again before tilting up to whisper in the younger's ear....
"As beautiful as you look in these clothes, Loki," Thor rumbled, "I'm more inclined to think you'd look better -without- them." Loki jutted his hips out when Thor twisted his hands, and only nodded mutely, blood rushing through him quickly, and pounding in his ears. "Good," Thor grinned, "Then we should move to a more comfortable place."
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