Thor sat upon the throne, the newly appointed king of Asgard, his head resting on his clenched fist. Tonight he was positively miserable; sleep was yet again avoiding the thunder god and no sane Asgardian would be awake at this hour by choice. Only the faint echo of footfalls alerted him to the fact that he was no longer alone in the darkened throne room. Loki sauntered from behind the throne tracing his fingers alone the back and arm, mindful to not touch his brother but close enough that the king could feel the chill of his younger brother's presence against his skin.
"Burning the midnight oil yet again, dear brother?" Loki asked in his half sincere, half sardonic way. Thor sighed and reclined his head back against the cool metal of the throne.
"This will make the third night this week with no sleep," Thor replied with a sigh. Loki's lips curled into a devious grin as he put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Have you ever thought that maybe you have some pent up….tension?" The trickster's eyes glittered in the dark as if lit by some hidden fire. Thor raised his eyes to meet his brother's, a look of tired confusion on his face. Loki snarled in frustration at the king's lack of mental capacity, before threading his fingers through Thor's hair, jerking his head back and exposing the lines of his tanned throat.
"Dear brother, don't play coy with me. Teasing looks and stolen kisses in dark hallways will no longer suffice," Loki purred, his fingers trailing up the thunder god's inner thigh toward his growing erection. Thor's breath hitched in his throat, never had he seen his brother be so darkly beautiful and utterly terrifying at the same time. Loki made quick work of the leather ties that bound Thor's pants together before kneeling in between the king's knees.
Thor shifted, his throbbing cock aching for his brother's touch. In reply, Loki flicked his serpentine tongue along the already weeping slit, eliciting a moan from the older man. Loki pulled away smirking and enchanted Thor's vambraces and greaves so he was in effect rooted to the spot.
"You may be king but you would do well to remember who pulls the strings," Loki said before slowly sucking on the swollen head of his brother's cock. Thor growled in reply, positively helpless against this torture. In frustration, he bucked his hips, his cock reaching the back of Loki's throat in one swift motion. Loki eagerly took the length deep into his throat, swirling his tongue along the underside. Thor's hands were clenched so tightly on the throne that his knuckles had gone white. How he longed to tangle his hands in his brother's raven hair and ravage him like a royal concubine. ****Loki gazed upward, his green eyes meeting Thor's blue, and sucked harder with more urgency, his nails lightly digging into Thor's thighs. Thor shuddered, his whole body trembling as the orgasm surged through him, spilling into Loki's mouth, which the trickster eagerly lapped up. The enchantment faded from Thor's armor and he slumped down, obviously spent for the time being. Loki licked his lips and stood so he was eye to eye with Thor.
"Get some sleep, my dearest brother," Loki said quietly, capturing the thunder god's lips in a sweet sensual kiss. Thor stood up, adjusted his breeches, and scooped the smaller man into his arms.
"I think it is time we both got some sleep, brother," Thor chuckled as they walked to the bedroom for what would be the first night of fitful sleep Thor had had in a long time.