Written to: Love in a Box - The Workday Release, crosspost from AO3.
Ustulation: a burning lust.
"I look like a zebra, for all the stripes I have," Loki laughs as Thor rolls him onto the bed and spreads his thighs, mouthing at the silvery scars on the soft skin he finds between them. Loki curls his fingers through Thor's hair, tugs his head in a silent plea to press kisses higher, higher, higher.
Thor grins as he presses a tiny kiss to the very tip of Loki's erection, which twitches in interest and elicits a soft whimper.
"You are a very fierce zebra, then, love," Thor remarks as he drags himself up, pinning Loki's wrists above his head with one strong hand. "Your legs certainly are strong enough to pin me between them, to kick me out of bed and drag the blankets away from me if you are feeling particularly cold in your dreams."
Loki's giggle quickly dissolves into a muffled moan as Thor kisses him, his tongue dancing around Loki's teeth and stroking against Loki's. Thor's other hand quickly snakes between their bodies, wraps firmly around Loki's cock, and begins to stroke gently at the head, which weeps out clear, sticky fluid onto the pad of his finger. Loki groans into the kiss, and when Thor pulls away, he watches with dilated eyes as Thor presses his thumb into his mouth, rolls it around his tongue, tasting.
"Watch," Thor murmurs softly, as he dips back down between Loki's scarred thighs again and envelops Loki's cock in his mouth. Loki has to bite down harshly on his lower lip to stop his scream, and he tastes blood as Thor sucks him down all the way to the base and swallows. As Thor's throat flutters around the head of Loki's cock, Loki shudders and writhes and somehow manages to shakily maintain Thor's gaze even as Thor hums and shatters his vision in streaks of white.
Later that night, as Thor is gently massaging Loki's aching hips and Loki is already dozing off, sated and exhausted, Thor takes note of the silvery, rapidly drying streaks of semen littering Loki's inner thighs.
He admires them, traces them tentatively with the tip of a finger, and grins helplessly as Loki twitches and giggles breathlessly in his sleep, muttering something about being ticklish. He winces as he shifts to pop a kink in his back, feels the long, shallow scratches that Loki had inflicted on his back in his throes of pleasure reopen and sting.
Thor looks up at Loki, whose mouth is slightly open, pink lips swollen and parted to reveal just a hint of sharp white teeth, reaches a hand up to his neck to feel the bruises swelling from where Loki had bit down to muffle his cries.
Thor grins as Loki's eyes twitch underneath his closed eyelids, his long lashes casting shadows across his cheeks in the flickering candlelight, and privately thinks to himself that Loki is more like a tiger.