Thick, calloused hands commanded soft, pale flesh with a bruising grip. Thor's hands were on Loki's knees, keeping them pressed tightly to Loki's chest. Loki was on his back in his bed, repeatedly sinking into the mattress as Thor fucked him.
Loki let out a low groan as Thor's cock thrust into him at a particularly pleasurable angle. Thor grunted as Loki's insides fluttered around his cock. His fingers squeezed Loki's knees even harder, and in that moment their eyes met.
Thor's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his brother's lust-glazed eyes. He was suddenly aware of how tightly he was squeezing Loki's knees and how roughly he was fucking him. So he backed off. His fingers loosened their grip, and he forced himself to pull out ever so slowly before thrusting again and maintaining a tantalizing, delicious pace.
Loki wanted to scream. He barely managed to control himself, emitting a high-pitched moan instead. He forced himself to maintain eye contact with Thor. Thor gazed intently back, determined to win the little staring contest.
But Loki ended up winning. All he had to do was wiggle and squirm as much as he could under Thor while keeping up a litany of breathy mewling noises. Thor couldn't help but close his eyes and groan. He lost control of his rhythm and began to ram into his brother at a much quicker pace.
Loki wanted to laugh at how easy Thor was to distract when he was aroused. But then Thor's cock started jabbing his prostate over and over again, and Loki's own eyes fluttered shut as he finally let out a scream of pleasure.