Written to: Turn Me On - David Guetta ft. Nicki Minaj, crosspost from AO3
Dysania: Finding it extremely hard to get out of bed in the morning.
"Do you intend to sleep the whole day away?" Thor asks, nudging Loki's side with his knee gently. Loki mutters something that Thor is sure is to the effect of telling Thor to go away and leave him be, and to be true, the sun has not yet risen over the distant mountains, but Thor had woken up wanting, and Thor eagerly wished for Loki to hurry and wake up already so they could have some enjoyment before Modi were to wake up and demand all their attention.
"Loki," Thor whines, nudging at Loki's shoulder with his forehead. Loki groans, stretches, before rolling over onto his back and turning his face away from Thor.
Thor frowns, taps his chin in thought. Loki's nightshirt has ridden up, exposing the taut lines and muscles of his abdomen, exposing the delicate hollows of skin stretched over his hip bones, and Thor grins as a thought begins to blossom in his mind.
Loki sighs, his breath stuttering as Thor tugs his pyjama bottoms down, wraps a few careful fingers around Loki, but Loki does not wake. Thor smiles gleefully and pushes up Loki's shirt farther, mouthing gentle kisses and sucks to soft, dusky nipples as he continues to stroke with his other hand. Loki twitches underneath him, and, much to his delight, Thor can feel Loki hardening in his palm.
Loki opens his eyes, startled out of sleep as Thor strokes up, rolls his wrist in a circular motion that causes pleasure to jolt up Loki's spine.
"What are you doing?" he gasps, propping himself up on an elbow and biting his lip at the sordid sight it presented him. Thor only smiled, more innocently than he had any right to, and bent down to envelop Loki's erection in his mouth.
"Do you intend to sleep the whole day away?" Loki asks, nudging Thor's side with his knee gently.
Thor had fallen back asleep after pounding Loki into the bedsheets, and Loki could still feel the delicious ache in his hips, could still feel the stickiness between his thighs as the sun crept across the sky.
Thor mutters something that Loki is sure is to the effect of telling Loki to go away and leave him be, and rolls over onto his stomach, clutching a pillow to his chest.