The Problem With Spells

Part 2 of 2

"How should I take you, trickster?" Thor growled out, biting down on the raven haired man's earlobe.

Loki ran his fingers through the other's golden locks, rubbing lazy circles on the canine ears and Thor closed his eyes in response, heartbeat racing. "Any way you like." Loki's reply was simple, his voice uneven as Thor ground down again and both gods arched and sighed, each searching for that delicious friction again.
Thor removed his hand from beneath Loki's shirt, ignoring the small frown of response before sitting back entirely, moving to discard his heavy armor. Loki watched as the slab of metal fell to the side, leaving Thor in a wrinkled but simple black shirt and leather pants. The cold god leaned up, fingers playing with the edge of his half-brother's shirt. Thor grinned along with Loki as his shirt was pulled ever so slowly above his head, the garment falling to join the armor. Loki bit his lip, cold hands running along the cut muscles shivering under his touch. Thor busied himself with undoing Loki's brilliant emerald cloak, pulling it off the smaller god's shoulders with more force than necessary Loki. Garments fell in puddles around the two gods until only their pants remained and Thor covered Loki's body with his own, hands tugging at the sides of Loki's leather pants.

"Why don't you simply evaporate these before I lose what sanity I have left?" Thor kissed Loki's elegant neck and wintergreen eyes closed in response.

"Because...brother…" Loki swallowed, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He tried to keep his composure, clearing his throat before continuing. "I enjoy watching you beg…"

Thor chuckled, his voice deep against the pale skin as neatly trimmed fingernails dug needy into his skin. The leather slipped down the younger god's thighs, easily exposing his throbbing erection to the chilled air. Loki hissed through clenched teeth before biting his bottom lip as the calloused hands of his half-brother stroked his inner thighs, barely brushing against the hardened flesh.

"I don't think, dear brother, that I will be the one begging …" Thor grasped Loki's hardened length so suddenly, the younger god arched in response, an unbroken moan ripping from his throat.

Loki's eyes widened, his mouth open and soundless as Thor began to slowly stroke him, a thick thumb rubbing almost cruelly over the tip already slick with pre-cum. Thor leaned down, tongue running along the dark haired man's length, trying not to grin at the mewling sounds coming from his younger brother. Loki's hands tangled in Thor's golden locks, pulling back almost cruelly as he tugged the other up until they were face to face. Confusion dotted Thor's features and his ears bent back slightly in response.

"Loki…?"

The god's face was flushed, his eyes following a narrow path down Thor's chest and to the swelled bump in his trousers.

"J-just take me already!"

Thor grinned, flipping Loki over suddenly and pulling off the pesky pants before slipping his own down around his knees. Thor pulled Loki up onto his hands and knees before placing a broad hand in the center of the younger god's shoulders, slowly pushing Loki's face down. The trickster shivered, feeling almost too exposed in such a provocative position. Soft fur caressed his face and he turned emerald eyes towards the blonde, silently pleading as the stronger god moving closer. Spitting into his hand, Thor pressed the tip of his finger against Loki's entrance, slowly easing in as the other's spine curved uncomfortably.

"Relax, little kitten…" Thor had to stifle his own moan as Loki began to push himself against the digit, allowing the most wanton of sighs to escape. "You would have me undone before we could even begin." Thor leaned over and lined himself up, hot breath almost scalding the back of Loki's neck.

"You seem to have forgotten that this is a punishment, brother." Loki breathed, his legs almost shaking from anticipation.

"For who? You seemed to be more pained than I at the moment."

"I wouldn't be if you would just- AH!" Loki buried his face into the rug, hands tightening in the fur as Thor suddenly pushed in.

Both gods sat still, sharp breaths breaking the silence around them. Thor leaned over, placing soft kisses along Loki's shoulders until a slight nod from the other told him to move.

The god of thunder began to move slowly, carefully watching the other's body language, and relaxed slightly when Loki began to move against him. The pale man reached behind them, just barely stroking the end of Thor's fluffy tail. The blonde outright growled, increasing his pace and soon Loki was drooling into the carpet, the obscene sound of flesh on flesh obscuring his tiny moans. Thor had his hand on the back of Loki's neck holding him steady as he pounded into him, suddenly pulling the younger god upright, allowing the thunder god to easily bite into the delicate skin. Loki's head fell back against Thor's shoulder, arms rising up to grab at the dog ears. With renewed energy, Thor angled his hips thrusting up into the other and hitting the sweet spot that made the trickster see stars.

"Th-thor! I can't…" Loki barely gasped out, eyes closed and heart racing.

The older god reached around, rough hands wrapping around Loki's length and pumping quickly. The trickster had to grab onto Thor's wide neck for support as his back arched as tight as a bow, Thor licking and sucking at the crimson bite mark on his pale skin.

"Just let go, trickster. Let yourself be ruled." Thor whispered as he twisted his wrist slightly, pulling almost completely out of the other before ramming back in at the perfect angle and hitting Loki's prostate with the kind of accuracy only a god could posses.

Loki screamed out Thor's name, his voice shaky and hoarse. Thor tried to gently lower the other to the floor as he also released within the other, his brother's name a strangled moan.

Thor barely stopped himself from collapsing on top of the raven haired man, rolling over onto his side. Stormy blue eyes opened to meet hazy green orbs. The two brothers were lying across from one another, the slighter god reaching out to catch a golden strand of the thunder god's hair.

"Shame... Your ears have disappeared as well… I shall make a mental note of this for later…"

Thor brushed away Loki's hand and before the other could register his confusion, grabbed Loki and pulled him again his chest, cradling the younger god in his massive arms.

"I am truly sorry for earlier, brother. If I had known you would be so affected… I should have held my tongue."

There was silence for a minute as Loki drew lazy circles on Thor's chest, tracing the paths of the sweat droplets that still lingered there. A slight grin stretched across his features as he looked up sheepishly at the other god.

"If I had known this would have been the result, I would have made a scene sooner…"

Thor smiled sleepily, kissing the top of Loki's head.

"Do not fret, brother, for I imagine many more 'fights' in our future." Thor teased and Loki rested his head against the older god's chest, letting exhaustion consume them both.