Fic: Use Me (Sequel to Come on Me)

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Title: Use Me
Author: nicevenn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Wordcout: 600
Warning: Come play.
Summary: Loki spurs Thor on. Sequel to Come on Me
A/N: Written for this prompt
at norsekink: Loki has a come fetish.




Kneeling on the floor hurts Loki's knees. He used to prefer the softness of Thor's bed, but he has learned that sucking his brother off this way makes it easier to get what he wants. When they're in bed together, Thor is gentle and considerate. He tries to be that way when Loki's on his knees in front of him, too, but he loses his self-restraint more quickly and gives in to Loki's demands more easily when their positions are unequal.

Loki sweeps his tongue over the head of Thor's cock and moans as the bitter-salty taste of precome fills his mouth. As he works his mouth up and down the shaft, he cups Thor's sac with one hand, rolling the balls around and earning a low groan. The finger of his other hand finds its goal easily, circling the puckered skin, then nudging until Thor thrusts forward into his mouth. These are a few of the tricks Loki has learned to encourage his brother to treat him more roughly.

Loki doesn't love it when Thor dominates him--he needs it. There's a dark void inside his chest; he doesn't know what caused it, but it seems to expand when he's alone. Sometimes it burns, too. And Thor's gentle caresses and soft whispers make it worse. Only the simultaneous burn of hot come hitting his skin makes it more tolerable.

Loki's eyes begin to water as he deepthroats Thor's cock again and again. There's saliva spilling out of his mouth, but he doesn't wipe it away because he knows that the wetter and noisier things get, the faster Thor will lose his inhibition.

The fingers in Loki's hair tighten. He releases Thor's cock with a wet pop and lets a glob of drool drop onto the head. He makes sure to keep his eyes locked with Thor's as he spreads it over the shaft, his grip just a little too tight.

"Do it," Loki says. The finger of his left hand is still buried to the second knuckle in Thor's arse. Thor's hand covers his own on his cock. It grips tightly.

Thor's strokes are jerkier than Loki's. His hand speeds up and slows down in an agitated rhythm, but overall it keeps moving faster. Loki is already imagining how the first splash will feel on his face; how the musky scent of semen will fill his nostrils; how the shame and humiliation of it all will fill that emptiness in his chest for at least a moment.

Thor pulls Loki's hair, tilting his head back, and Loki listens for that moment when his brother's breath hitches. He loves that his hand is still on Thor's cock, stuck beneath the other's firm grip -- a reminder that he is doing this to himself.

The come hits his chin, his lips, and his cheek. Some of it even gets in his hair. It's copious and hot. Loki moans from the onslaught of sensation as Thor begins to spread it all over his face with his cock. He parts his lips so that the head can dip inside, and flicks out his tongue to taste the slippery fluid. His neck hurts from the way Thor is tilting his head back, and it's fucking wonderful.

Too soon the hand in his hair releases its grip.

"This is the last time, Loki," Thor rasps as he finally remembers himself.

Loki nods, closing his eyes against the sting. "Yes, the last time."

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