Written to: Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs, crosspost from AO3
Vorfreude: The joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.
"You really must be more quiet," Thor tells Loki one night as Loki is still recovering, reveling in the cool silk sheets beneath his heated, bare skin. Loki just curls himself around a pillow, trying not to rub himself too vigorously against the sheets as his flesh is still rather sensitive. "Or we must pursue our romantic encounters perhaps in another realm or in the forests or some other such. Some place we cannot be heard."
Loki mumbles something into his pillow, reaches blindly around him and takes one of Thor's hands to put it on his back, arching underneath it like a particularly contented cat. Thor unconsciously begins to rub soothing circles into Loki's skin.
"But it pleases me to hear you cry out in ecstasy," Thor muses, his hand slipping in between Loki's shoulder blades. "I love the sounds you make, all choked off like you don't want anyone to hear. I like it when you whimper into the palm of your hand as I stroke you and tease you and nip at you to leave bruises blossoming underneath your flesh."
Loki groans into the sheets, feeling ribbons of arousal worming their reluctant way down the curve of his spine, and Thor's palm suddenly feels far too warm. He begins to squirm.
"Perhaps next time we will use fingers," Thor continues, and how he can sound so thoughtful while talking about such sordid activities is beyond Loki's comprehension. "If you promise not to bite me again when I press my thumb into your mouth. I do need thumbs, you know, to hold Mjolnir."
Loki grins as he rolls over, his cock already half hard against his thigh, and drags Thor down for a kiss. "It would truly be a shame if you could not hold her," he murmurs against Thor's mouth, and he can feel Thor's smile against his lips.
"Most likely," Thor says, his gaze predatory, and Loki shudders as the ribbons of lust curling in the pit of his stomach burn hotter underneath his skin. "I have seen you, once, with her. Loving her inside you."
Loki's eyes widen as Thor presses him down into the sheets again. "I unfortunately do not sleep quite so soundly as that, dearest," Thor says with a slight laugh in his voice. "Next time, I would do that to you what you have done."
Loki grins helplessly into the pillows as Thor rolls him back over, presses love bites into the hollow of his shoulder blades, and begins to pound into him once more.