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Chapter One || Welcome to this Place

Closing his textbook, Thor sighed and leaned back against the wall, his arms spreading out for a well-needed stretch. Exams were coming to a close and Thor had one more before he was finished entirely with his high-school career. The very notion was shocking to him – he'd worked hard to reach the moment, but it never seemed as though he was close enough. But now that he was at the very end … well, it was rather surreal. The amount of hours he'd wasted with studying and stressing and preparing for his exams were quite extensive, but they weren't as painful as he thought them to be – it probably had something to do with the man spread out on the floor, jet black hair put up into a messy bun and a highlighter sticking out of his mouth, a concentrated look in his intense, emerald green eyes. The sight put a smile on Thor's face.

"So, I'm tired," Thor said, breaking the silence that had lasted for over three hours. After another good stretch, he moved across the bed, planting his feet on the floor. His back was aching and his legs were definitely asleep, but he ignored all of that in favour of staring at Loki, who had yet to move an inch from where he was, eyes glued to his textbook. He had been rather adamant about reading the entire thing. Thor had thought he was joking, but seeing as how he was already on page – he craned his neck to see – one hundred and twenty three, Thor realised that he shouldn't underestimate Loki's desire to pass his exams.

A thought occurred to him then. Loki was very clear about taking care of his family. He had passed every exam that was put in front of him – Thor would know, since he was always checking and asking. The sight that he was seeing now, Thor wondered if this was how Loki was when preparing for any test and exam, if this was how he handled any situation that was laid out in front of him – with preparation and a complete understanding of every single detail.

His wondering was probably correct, because Loki didn't even stir when Thor spoke, as though he was completely lost in the world of biology. Perhaps he should just leave him to it and go take a walk around the house. It was a little after five in the afternoon. Agatha was at a friend's house, since they were going to be studying. Farbauti was still at work, having taken yet another extra shift. Perhaps a break would do him well, just long enough to stretch his legs, maybe put something in his stomach before climbing back onto the bed and taking more notes on the philosophy of Mayan traditions.

He was halfway to the door before he slowed to a stop, his eyes once again coming to rest on Loki. They didn't have school today and Loki had been up before him, books from three different subjects already splayed out in front of him on the floor, notebooks, pens, and highlighters at arm's reach. Leaving him wasn't an option. Thor didn't even want to think of the headache Loki would probably have in the morning after staring at such tiny words.

"Hey, Loki," Thor called from the doorway, mind already made. "How about we go grab something to eat? I think we've done enough studying for a while. Let's relax a bit."

"I'm good," Loki replied after almost a full minute, as though he just realised that Thor was talking to him. God, he knew Loki was serious about studying and making good marks, but damn. "Just bring me a Red Cow when you come back."

Thor paused, unsure if he should laugh or physically drag Loki away from the books. He was way too focussed on his studies, which wasn't a bad thing, but it kind of was with how long he'd been staring at those books. A break was definitely in order. "I'm going to assume you mean a Red Bull, but you can grab it yourself. We're taking a break and I'm not taking no for an answer."

"No."

He should have known he'd get that answer. Shaking his head, Thor moved back into the room, standing beside Loki on the floor. "The exam is tomorrow. How are you going to concentrate when you have a fucking migraine? Stop being stubborn – get your ass up and let's do something for a while before coming back to it."

Thor was completely unperturbed when Loki groaned and cursed under his breath before rolling over onto his back, looking up at Thor with a look between frustration and … well, that was just it – frustration. But honestly, Thor was doing him a favour. It hadn't been the first time all semester that Loki had studied himself into a migraine. And dealing with a Loki with a migraine wasn't fun in Thor's opinion. It was rather annoying, actually.

"I have to pass, Thor," Loki said after a moment of silence. The frustration in his eyes dimmed some, giving way to resignation. It wasn't a burden that Loki was putting on himself; it was just simple fact. Thor realised that. He had been living with him, Farbauti, and Agatha for months now, had been well-aware of the financial situation they were under. "And it's exams, as in plural. I have biology at eight, calculus at eleven, and literature at two."

But none of that meant that Loki had to put himself through hell. Thor understood that, too.

"You've been studying for the past month. You know all of this material," Thor squatted down and leaned his arms on the tops of his knees, making sure to keep his expression open and relaxed and understanding. Loki didn't take pity well and, even though he didn't necessarily pity him, sometimes Thor allowed himself to think and feel for his new family in a way that Loki might actually misconstrue as such. "All I'm asking is for you to have dinner with me … a mini-date, if you will," He finished with a grin.

Loki snorted tiredly and lifted his hands, placing them over his eyes. Thor knew right then that he had Loki, had won in the battle. He grinned and leaned down. Ignoring the ache in his legs, he wrapped his hand loosely around Loki's wrist, squeezing just slightly. Loki separated his fingers and peered up at Thor through the gaps. Thor smiled and shook his hand some, dislodging at least one, allowing him full view of those emerald greens.

"Picture this – we're sitting at the counter with grilled cheese sandwiches to go with this frigid weather. Chips are to our right, Red Cows are to our left –" Thor's smile widened when Loki broke into a laugh. The sound was beautiful, like Loki hadn't meant to laugh at all, but Thor surprised one on him. He took Loki's other hand, Loki's fingers wrapping immediately around his, and pulled him up. He placed his palms on either side of Loki's hips, positioning himself right in front of Loki, their noses brushing they were so close.

At first, it had been somewhat nerve-wracking to be in such close proximity and not deviate eye-contact. The act had been intrusive and just way too close for Thor's comfort. But honestly … it didn't feel that way for long. Because it didn't take much effort at all to close the distance between them, lips just barely touching, but it was enough to send shocks shooting throughout the entirety of Thor's body. He felt it from the top of his head, all the way down to the tips of his toes. His heart pounding was a comforting feeling, because it was associated with Loki. And if Thor was being truthful to himself, any sensation that caused his chest to tighten had everything to do with Loki. Just thinking about him had Thor's head becoming dizzy.

"What do you say?" Thor finally said when they pulled away, foreheads pressed against one another. "Will you have this mini-date with me?"

"Can you be any cornier?" Loki asked in return, shaking his head in amusement and what Thor thought to be exasperation. It was a look that he was beginning to associate with Loki a lot. Anything that he said was taken as such, and Thor found that he truly didn't mind, because his voice might sound vexing, but the twinkle in his eye was complete adoration. And Thor fucking loved that look.

"You aren't saying no."

Loki hummed, his fingers running up Thor's arms, up his neck, and finally, tangling in his shoulder length blonde hair. "No. I'm not."

It was confirmation, an acceptance to his offer, but Thor didn't move to lead Loki into the kitchen where he would then prepare their dinner. Instead, he leaned in once more, his lips pressing firmly against Loki's. He pulled at Loki's bottom lip, suckling it between his own. They'd kissed before, had sat up at night wrapped up in each other's arms, lips glued together until they were both panting and coated in a light sheen of sweat. They'd kissed so many times since they'd gotten together, but it never felt old. On the contrary, Thor's heart still pounded whenever he so much as thought about pressing himself against Loki, kissing the air right out of his lungs. And to know that Loki's heart, too, slammed against his rib-cage whenever he trailed his fingers over his skin, causing goose-bumps to rise on his arms, well, it made it all worth it in Thor's mind.

When they broke apart, Loki didn't pull back. Instead, he did something that Thor wasn't expecting. He left a small trail of kisses down his jaw-line, along his neck. And all the while, his hands were moving along the ends of Thor's shirt, slowly pulling it up, Loki's cool fingers against his stomach causing him to shiver. The kissing only broke off enough for Loki to pull his shirt up and over his head. Thor had been shirtless in front of Loki before, often trailing into the room after a hot shower, nothing but his pyjama bottoms on, preparing for bed, but this was one of the few rare times that Loki's eyes slowly roamed over his body. The look was almost predatory, hungry, as though Loki wanted nothing more than to run his hands along tan flesh and map every single freckle, kiss every inch of skin he could get his lips on – and for all Thor knew that could actually be the case.

But that's not what Loki did. Instead, he moved to Thor's side, lips all the while trailing along his collar-bone, as though using that as a guide to get to his destination. A hand remained planted against his stomach, while the other one – the right one – ran along Thor's back. Thor kept still, nothing but his eyes following Loki. He wondered if Loki could feel how he was slightly trembling, if he could hear the unevenness of his breath, or perhaps his heart pounding inside of his chest. If Loki did, he didn't say anything. Thor couldn't decide if he liked that or not. Of course, he didn't have the chance to ponder that query for long, because Loki soon found his tattoo, which he no longer had to hide.

A kiss was planted over the tattoo, Loki's lips soft and tender, and Thor soon realised that his tattoo had been Loki's designated destination all along. He turned his head and watched as he kissed both faces, the hand that had been running along his back coming up and tracing the darker lines of the tattoo. Every move that Loki made was precise and as soft as a caress. Thor was sure that Loki was aware of his trembling. And honestly, he had no idea why he was.

Emerald green eyes lifted just high enough to keep his gaze. "You're my sun," He said.

When the words slipped from his mouth, Thor was stumped. He furrowed his brow and almost laughed at the words, because what? But the humour immediately seeped from his face when he realised exactly what Loki was saying. 'Sun' and 'son' sounded so similar, and he was foolish and just out of his mind for thinking that Loki meant the latter when it was clear that he was referring to the former. And just as soon as that was cleared and Thor could properly process his words, the pounding in his heart from earlier paled in comparison to how he was practically thundering furiously in his chest now, because …

"What?"

"You said it before – that I was the moon in your tattoo. It's was months ago, I don't know if you still remember it now –"

"I remember," Thor interjected with a firm voice before Loki could say anything else, because he needed Loki to know that he remembered, could re-call every minute detail that took place on that day, because that was the day that he truly felt something more for him.

"I felt it then, too, knew that you meant more to me than just a friend, than just a significant other," Loki continued, the expression on his face serious and open and clearer than Thor ever thought possible. It was then that he realised just how badly Loki was shaking and, before he could think about what he was doing, Thor turned and wrapped his arms around Loki's waist, keeping him far enough to where he could look at him, but close enough to where he could run his hands up and down his body. Just the thought of letting him go was just non-existent.

Thor didn't say anything to what Loki had said. It wasn't as though he couldn't think of anything to say, because he certainly had a lot to say to it, despite the slight fear that ran down his spine. It wasn't fear of admitting his feelings, though. No, it was fear of the huge step that they would be taking. Because if it was truly what Thor thought it to be …

His silence must have clued into Loki that he was waiting for him to continue, because he let out a shaky breath and resumed speaking. "I had to be sure. I've been hurt before and … and I was scared, because I didn't want to feel that again, you know? It takes a lot for me to trust, but with you … it was terrifying how fast I knew I could trust you. I wanted to trust you. And I just …" Loki trailed off, staring at Thor with so much emotion … Thor swallowed thickly.

Lifting a hand, Thor ran it down the side of Loki's face, cupping his cheek. Loki leaned into him and closed his eyes briefly, as though using Thor to gain the courage to continue. "You just what …?"

"I love you."

Thor's brain stopped working and he was sure that his heart did, too. Breathing became difficult and his muscles tensed up, locking him into place, because he knew that Loki hadn't said what he did. But looking at him, seeing the expression on his face, the fear and the worry and the truth in his words … He didn't think when he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Loki's, didn't think when he wrapped him up closer, pulling him forward until he was completely flushed against his body. And when the kiss ended, Thor just held onto Loki, his face buried in the crook of his neck, his eyes watering and his own emotions taking him in so many directions, because was this how it felt to be loved? He couldn't think, couldn't speak, could do anything but hold Loki, squeeze his arms around him and never let him go, because they were both so fucking screwed up, both so dysfunctional and polar opposites, but they fit together so perfectly, it was as though they were lost and finally found again. Loki held onto him with such strength, more strength than Thor had thought he even possessed, and he revelled at the feel, loving the way it felt to be held, to be coveted and wanted and needed in a way that was primal and desired.

Thor had lost the ability to speak, but he pulled away just slightly, just enough to look at Loki. Swallowing once more, licking his lips, working his mouth open, Thor looked at Loki and said: "You are my moon," He nodded his head after he said it, as though etching his words into stone, as though they were sanctified and sacred and permanent, as though nothing in the world could change how he felt in that moment.

They couldn't take their eyes off of each other. And when Loki eventually started laughing – almost hysterically, really, if Thor was being honest – it still didn't ruin the moment, because nothing in the fucking world could ruin that moment now. "God, what the fuck does that even mean?"

But he knew what that meant. Thor knew that he did. And it was in that moment that Thor had the courage to return the words. "It means I love you, too."

The step had been taken.

Dipping his head down, Thor captured Loki's lips once more. The kiss was much slower, but there was a different meaning to it this time, something powerful and deeper and something profoundly more intimate than anything they had ever shared before. Loki leaned in closer and Thor kept one hand cupping Loki's cheek while the other wound around his back, keeping him firmly pressed against his body. Heat pooled into the pit of his stomach, causing his entire body to flush. He gasped into Loki's mouth, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he relished in the feel of Loki's lips working along with his own.

Cool hands slid down his body, lowering the high temperature his body took. Without regards to how it would be taken, Thor let out a soft moan, breath coming out more like a pant now than anything. When he opened his eyes, Loki was staring hard at him. But what caused Thor's eyes to widen slightly was the look in Loki's. The emerald green was almost swallowed by the pupil, his eyes dilated in – oh. All at once Thor connected the pieces – the dilation, the close proximity of their bodies, the declaration of feelings towards each other, the kiss … and Thor could feel his body re-acting to everything. The heat, the way it was all pooled in the bottom of his stomach, the way he felt his penis hardening.

He knew that he found Loki attractive, but to truly know just how much he meant to Loki … to know that Loki was re-acting the same way that he was, his own body betraying him … Thor felt dizzy and overwhelmed, but it was the good kind, the kind that didn't make him as afraid as he would have been if he wasn't so sure of the moment.

Thor watched with his mouth slightly gaped as Loki took a step back and slowly pulled his shirt off, the toned paleness of his stomach and chest coming into view. And God was he beautiful. His skin was unblemished and … Almost immediately, Thor's gaze travelled down Loki's body until it came to rest on the tattoo that was just peaking over the hem of his jeans. Swallowing thickly, Thor looked up and caught Loki's gaze, a silent question in his eyes.

Loki smiled and ran his hands down Thor's arms, coming to rest on his forearms. "It looks like you'll finally get to see."

And it was so fucking surreal, but Thor didn't wait, didn't hesitate. Leaning down, Thor immediately took Loki's lips once more, running his tongue along the seam until Loki opened his mouth, allowing him in. All the while, Thor's hands shook as they travelled down Loki's stomach, shook as they finally came to rest at the top of his jeans, right where the button rested. His heart was pounding so fast. He broke off the kiss and looked down. Loki's cock was half-hard, straining against the confinements of his jeans. One flick of his thumb and the jeans would be open. Thor looked up at Loki and opened his mouth, ready to speak, only to fall silent. Doubt suddenly crossed his mind. Would Loki laugh? Would he put a stop to what was happening? The very notion of Loki doing any of that had Thor's hands tightening their grip from where he was holding, because he didn't want Loki to go, didn't want to feel the cold chill of his absence.

As though sensing his unease, Loki reached a hand up and ran it along his neck before coming to rest in his hair. Thor leaned into the grip, forcing himself to open his eyes and meet Loki's. "Is this your first time?"

Thor didn't allow himself to feel self-conscious. This was Loki, after all. He had nothing to fear from him. "Yeah, it is."

Loki smiled softly. "Then I'll show you."

Relief surged into Thor, making him give a choking laugh. He smiled at Loki, trusting him with all his heart. Loki leaned into Thor, and it was pure instinct that had Thor wrapping his arms around him, keeping them pressed together. But what Loki did … Thor hadn't been expecting. He started rolling his hips against Thor's, and Thor gasped in surprise at the sensations that flashed before his eyes, causing him to see an explosion of stars for a moment before he was able to blink back in clarity. Loki was watching him, his eyes almost completely black. He rolled his hips once more and Thor felt himself hardening all the more, a feeling of absolute pleasure rippling throughout his entire body. His hands tightened around Loki.

"I'm sure you've masturbated before, yes?" Loki casually asked, though his voice sounded slightly breathless. "This is going to feel so much better, I assure you of that."

"What do you want me to do?" Thor found himself asking, unsure of what needed to be done. Or … of course, that wasn't the case. He wasn't an idiot, after all. He knew how sex worked. He knew of how sex worked, but he hadn't actually participated in the act itself, which was cause for his nervousness. Or was that the right word? Unease seemed a better fit in Thor's mind – nervous he was not, but not knowing exactly what to do with his hands had him somewhat frozen, hands pressed flush against the small of Loki's back. "I don't –"

"Relax, Thor," Loki said, looking up at him with sincerity in his eyes. He looked like an angel, but acted like a fucking devil, because as soon as the words were out of his mouth – instead of rolling his hips as he had been doing – Loki thrusted his lower half against Thor, clothed cocks meshing together, and Thor couldn't help but groan out, pleasure pulsating all through him. His fingers dug into Loki's back. "What's going to happen is you're going to fuck me."

Another shot of arousal hit Thor, causing his breath to escape him. "I …"

Loki hummed and leaned forward, their lips coming together once more. It was sweet and Thor could tell that Loki was just as turned on by what was happening. His breath was coming out in quick bursts and there was a slight trembling to his limbs. But he seemed sure and confident with what he was doing, and Thor could take comfort in the fact that whatever was going to happen was going to happen at Loki's accord, Loki's control.

"Take off your pants," Loki said against his lips, hands trailing down Thor's body.

It was an order Loki gave to Thor, but he did it himself. His cool fingers were a striking difference to the heat that was practically radiating off their bodies, surrounding them. Thor leaned into Loki while he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his head falling forward, coming to a rest in the crook of Loki's neck. He couldn't help himself then – he pressed a kiss to the skin there, and Loki's breath hitched, a full-body shiver going right through him. Thor felt his entire body re-acting to that very motion.

Thor felt the moment his jeans were undone. It was as though he could breathe again. A moan slipped from his lips and he groaned when he felt Loki's hands sliding over his hips, slowly moving lower and lower – only to pause. And in that moment, Thor had never wanted anything more than for Loki to touch him, to feel him grasp him in the most intimate way possible. A part of him wondered if he should feel nervous or anxious or self-conscious, and Thor came to realise that he was, but his want and need of Loki over-shadowed that. And Loki pausing was a silent question, asking Thor without words if it was all right to proceed. Thor pressed his lips once more against Loki's neck, taking a small step closer. Perhaps that was answer enough.

A strangled noise escaped Thor when he felt Loki's hand palming his erection, his entire body jerking at the sharp sensation. It was nothing like masturbation. He knew what it felt like to come by his own hand, but to feel Loki's hand over him, to feel the way Loki's hand and his underwear rubbed against his cock … Thor could hardly stand it.

"Pull your pants down, Thor," Loki said, voice strained.

It took almost a full minute before Thor realised that Loki was telling him what to do, a full minute of rolling his hips against Loki's hand, trying to get as much friction as he possibly could. But when he did realise that Loki was talking to him – and after he was able to comprehend exactly what it was that Loki was telling him – Thor followed the direction, hands working to pull his jeans entirely off of his hips, pulling them down as much as he could without having to bend too much. He kicked them the rest of the way off, his hands then coming to rest on Loki's hips.

Then he was able to take stock of another detail that popped out before him. "You're still dressed."

Loki hummed in acknowledgement. "I am. But I'm trying to take care of you first, Thor."

Thor shook his head and leaned forward, catching Loki's lips in a quick kiss that was rather sloppy, but Thor didn't really give a damn. It felt and tasted amazing, and it only made electricity shoot through him all the more. Any contact at that point caused the same re-action. "I want to see you."

"You are seeing me. I have no shirt on," Not only could Thor see the smirk, but he could feel it, too.

He narrowed his eyes and squeezed Loki's hips. "You know what I mean."

"Stop talking and just enjoy what I'm giving you."

"I want you to give me more."

"So impatient you've turned out to be," Loki tutted, pulling his hand away from Thor's erection.

His heart was pounding, but Thor didn't say anything. Instead, he watched as Loki moved his hands to his own jeans, deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper, though he paused – the fucker – for dramatic effect before pulling them down, finally revealing the tattoo that was just beside the V-cut. It was positioned rather low, and Thor was curious as to why he chose that place, but honestly, it was a question for another time.

"What is it?" Thor asked, glancing up and gaining a short nod from Loki before reaching down, running his fingers along the length of the tattoo.

"It's a sceptre."

"What is it for?" Perhaps the correct question would have been why, but whatever.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Loki smirked once more.

Thor gaze snapped back up to Loki's, shock filling his gaze. "You're not going to tell me? Are you serious?"

"Can't I have a little mystery in my life?"

"You're a mystery wrapped up in one, Loki," Thor said, staring hard at him. But no matter how hard he stared at him, Loki wouldn't budge. He just stared back, the smirk smug.

Mimicking Loki's previous actions, trying not to over-think exactly what it was he was doing, Thor reached out, moved his hand down and slightly to the left, pressing his hand against Loki's half-hard dick. The action resulted in Loki's smirk immediately dropping, his mouth falling open at the pleasant feel. It was such a sight to see Loki's face flushing, to see how his breath stuttered and grew uneven when Thor started to rub his palm up and down. The action was jerky and hesitant – Thor was rather inexperienced, after all, unsure exactly of what to do to pleasure another – but he soon grew more confident at the sounds Loki was making, in the way he started rutting against Thor's hand whenever he reached a certain spot. The sight alone had Thor's cock tenting in his underwear.

And it was then that he realised that they were standing practically against one another, both naked except for their underwear. He couldn't believe that it was going to happen, that the two of them were going to have sex with one another. He was probably feeling ridiculous, his concern was probably for nothing, but it was still so strange, so surreal. The thoughts going through his head were everywhere, bouncing around and making it really hard for Thor to focus on much of anything. They were in their underwear, standing against one another. Who was going to fuck who? Was that even going to happen? Was it going to hurt? What was he supposed to do with his hands, and now that he thought about that, he felt as though the one that wasn't palming Loki was just mechanically holding onto Loki's hip, as though it were just there to be there, and it should be doing something else, shouldn't it?

He was saved – not for the first time – by Loki, who leaned forward and pressed their lips together once more. One arm wrapped around Thor's neck, pulling him down further, deepening the kiss until Thor could feel their teeth grinding against one another. Loki's other hand went to Thor's hand – the one that was still palming him – and stopped it.

"Once you stop thinking, this'll become a whole lot easier," Loki said when they finally pulled away. He was out of breath, his body trembling – probably due to anticipation and arousal – but his gaze was steady, anchoring Thor down once more.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Loki stepped back just slightly, but it was enough for Thor to feel the absence. "This is your first time. It's going to be awkward. But it can and will also feel good. That's your job to trust me. Can you do that?"

Thor nodded his head.

"Then there isn't anything you should worry about," Loki continued and, after another quick kiss, he pulled away entirely before pointing to the bed. "Get on it and take off your underwear. I'm going to grab the lube."

Swallowing thickly, Thor watched for a moment as Loki turned around and moved to the dresser. Of course, he'd have the lube there. Who doesn't have lube stashed in their dresser? He probably had it – ah, yes, stuffed in a sock. Turning to the bed, Thor took a steady breath before moving towards it. Right before he climbed into bed, he took off his underwear, trying not to feel so self-conscious about the fact that he would be bare to Loki. And then he was lost in his thoughts once more. What was he supposed to do with his hands? God, he hated hands sometimes. They were just there, hanging around, being everywhere, and there was no position that was casual for them to be in while propped naked in bed. And that was another thing – how was he supposed to lie in bed? Should he just lie flat and stare at the ceiling? Should he pose himself? That just sounded stupid …

All thoughts went flying out the window, though, when Thor turned his attention back to Loki and fucking watched as he pulled his underwear down, revealing his ass and he had absolutely no idea what to even do, because Loki's back was still turned away from him, and he just fucking casually kicked his underwear off to the side. What was he supposed to do? And then when Loki turned around, revealing himself to Thor … God, he couldn't even breathe. He lost the ability, staring at Loki, staring entirely at him. His body was pale, muscles lean and, as Thor's eyes travelled down – slowly, because he couldn't miss a single detail – Loki's cock was flushed, the head swollen, beads of pre-cum just barely visible.

He just … without even knowing exactly what was happening until it had actually happened, Thor felt his body go through the motions, his load shooting off at the very sight of Loki. It wasn't much – just a squirt of cum before Thor was able to snap out of it and gain a hold of himself – but it was certainly enough for his face to turn a dark shade of red, for his legs to give out and for him to fall heavily into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Humiliation washed over him to the point where he felt like he would rather stop everything and hide until the moment was forgotten than do anything else. God, what the fuck –

"Thor," Loki said his voice as casual as it was when he had asked Thor to take off his underwear. But it wasn't enough for Thor to look up from where he now held his face in his hands, the heels pressed firmly into his eyes. An explosion of colours and shapes formed before his lids, and even that wasn't enough to distract him, to take his mind off of his slip, his lack of control. God, Loki must think of him a fool. He almost jumped when he felt Loki's cool hands on his wrists, not pulling at them, but merely holding them, waiting for Thor to be the one to remove them when he was ready. The thought and the intention behind Loki's action – much to Thor's anger and added humiliation – almost had tears spring into his eyes. What in the hell was happening? "Thor, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's all right."

Of course, that was easy for Loki to say, because he hadn't fucking cummed at the mere sight of his naked boyfriend's body! He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes even more, trying with all his might to focus on the painful throb that had begun to pulse. Great – not only was he fucking mortified, but he was acting like a child by not even looking at Loki when he apparently didn't care about what had happened. But it was clear that he couldn't remain sitting on the bed naked – and holy shit, he completely forgot that he was still fucking sitting there nude as hell with his hands to his face like a baby … oh, and he had a hard-on, which was just icing to the shittest of all cakes – and ignoring Loki. That was just out of the question.

"I mean," Loki continued, his thumbs running gently circles over the sensitive skin of his wrists. "I don't blame you. I have had many a men cumming at the sight of my body. You have nothing to be upset about. I would be the one in your position if you hadn't, so really, you're doing me an honour."

A strange noise escaped Thor then, as though it was a mixture between a pitiful cry – he hated himself, he really, really did – and a laugh, because of course Loki would say something like that. Of course he would make a joke of it, make it seem as though it was nothing at all, make Thor believe that it was nothing at all. Perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps Thor was just over-reacting again to something that hadn't worked out the way that he imagined it would. But, honestly, could anyone blame him? He hadn't done anything like this before, hadn't gotten naked with another person before. He was charting on unfamiliar grounds now and Loki was his only guide.

Swallowing thickly, willing himself to get a grip, Thor slowly eased his hands down from his eyes, forcing himself to look at Loki, who smiled small. The grip Loki had on his wrists didn't disappear – if anything, they tightened in re-assurance. Loki leaned forward and knocked their foreheads gently together before leaning back. Thor hadn't even heard Loki coming to rest on his knees in front of him. "I told you it would be awkward."

"I think the correct turn would be utterly humiliated, but yeah, you did tell me that," Thor found himself saying, his voice quiet. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he spoke any higher and his voice broke. He'd probably fling himself out the nearest window – though that wouldn't work, because Loki's house was on one level. Perhaps he would then just have to stab himself in the belly and suffer through the pain.

Loki hummed and leaned back in, his lips just brushing over Thor's. "I love you," He said, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth before whispering: "I love you," one more time. The pattern continued – Loki pressing kisses to various parts of Thor's face before working his way down. Thor's eyes shut, his breath stuttering. Loki's voice was like a beacon, his words a mantra that calmed him down and brought him back to the surface without him even being aware of it.

It was almost terrifying, the power that Loki held over Thor. But in that moment, Thor couldn't give a damn. He would have let Loki do anything to him if it meant he wouldn't stop.

"Do you trust me?" Loki asked against his neck. Somehow, without Thor's knowledge, Loki had wound up in his lap, his dick sandwiched between the two of them. He would rub himself against Thor's stomach, the friction eliciting soft mews from him, which – naturally – sent shocks racing right through Thor.

"Yes," Thor breathed, his hands stationed firmly on Loki's hips. His grip was so tight, he was sure that Loki would have bruises by the time they were finished. "God …"

"We're going to move on from this now," Loki said, licking a strip up Thor's neck. If he wanted Thor to concentrate then he would be wise to stop. As it were, Thor could barely count to three. But he forced himself to concentrate on the sound of Loki's voice, taking his words in, and processing them. After all, Loki was the one in control right now. "You're going to put a finger inside of me."

Thor's eyes flew open at that, his entire body stilling. Shocked filled him, but at the same time … "What?" He had to be sure.

"Uh-huh," Loki replied, pulling away just enough to gage his re-action. He raised a brow. "This is your first time. I want you to have some control, too.

Shifting, Thor watched as Loki planted his feet firmly on either side of Thor's legs, his cock hanging heavily between his legs, still flushed, still swollen and twitching. He couldn't help himself from swallowing thickly, his entire body thrumming with both nerves and excitement. Truly, he had no fucking idea what was happening, but he wanted to do this. He'd watched porn, knew what to do, but how to properly do it was the question. Another wave of embarrassment filled him, but it was soon gone when Loki's lips slammed against his, knocking him out of his thoughts. He really needed to stop thinking. It was clearly not the time – not when Loki was naked in his lap, not when their cocks were so close together, not when Loki's lips were working against his own, his tongue licking into his mouth, claiming and firm and ever-present.

"Give me your hand."

Thor did as Loki commanded. He removed his right hand from Loki's hip and held it out; watching to see what Loki would do next. He was sure that he would lose control all over again when Loki took his hand, taking a finger and wrapping his lips around it. And he had no fucking clue if Loki was doing it on purpose, but he couldn't help but think that it was, because there was a twinkle in his eyes, a look that was just too fucking Loki to be anything else.

Thor watched with hooded eyes and Loki worked on his finger, his tongue running along the circumference, his saliva coating and wet. "Fuck, Loki …"

"Yes," Loki replied, coming off of Thor's finger with a deafening popping sound that went straight to Thor's dick. "That's exactly what you're going to be doing," He shifted again. "Now, take that finger and find my ass."

He couldn't think. He couldn't. Not fucking now …

Eyes locking with Loki's beautiful emerald green eyes, Thor leaned forward until their chests were pressed together, his left hand coming to rest on Loki's ass. His right also came around, causing Thor and Loki to come even closer together, and – he couldn't fucking think! – Thor ran his finger along Loki's hole, watching in delight as Loki shuddered. Those emerald green eyes slipped closed, hands coming to rest on either side of Thor's face, using him as an anchor. He had barely done anything, but Thor could feel a slight tremor in Loki's legs. The very notion that he was doing that to Loki, was causing that re-action, had Thor slowly pushing his finger into Loki's ass, the muscles forming around his finger.

Loki whimpered. "Fuck, have you done this b-before?"

"No," Thor replied, voice husky and deep. He slowly pushed his finger in more, watching as Loki's face flushed. Fuck, he was beautiful.

"Okay … okay …" Loki sounded as though he was trying to keep a level head, as though what Thor was doing now was already becoming too much for him to handle. Thor found that hard to believe, but the proof was sitting in front of him. Thor watched in a daze as Loki forced his eyes open and locked onto his. "I want you to now thrust your finger in and out of my ass. Keep pushing it in deeper."

Biting down on his bottom lip, Thor furrowed his brow as he did as Loki asked. This was new territory for Thor, having never so much as touched another person's ass, no less inserting a finger. His head was spinning and his tanned skin was dusted with pink, sweat dripping down his back and running along his spine. Despite all of that, though, Thor couldn't take his eyes off of Loki as he did as he was told, pulling his finger out and pushing it back in, deeper and deeper until his hand was flush against Loki's ass. The veins in Loki's neck were constricting and narrowing with each deep, quivering breath, his chest expanding, and Thor watched as Loki's abs strained as pleasure wracked through him. And, God, all Thor wanted to do was close the distance between them and taste the sweat that made that pale white neck glisten.

So he did.

Loki hadn't expected it, but that was probably the reason why his re-action was so perfect. His re-action had another shot of arousal slamming into Thor, causing his vision to blur to the point where he had no idea what up or down was. And it was all because Thor ran his tongue up the side of Loki's neck.

"Fuck," Loki hissed, bending down and pressing his lips against Thor's in a brutal kiss – one that had Thor falling back on the bed, his damp skin sticking to the sheets beneath him. "Are you sure you haven't done this before, because you're pushing all the right buttons."

Thor huffed out a small laugh, placing both hands on Loki's hips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"Yeah, well, keep doing that," Loki replied. He had a hand on either side of his head, and Thor found himself reaching up and grasping both wrists. He could feel the strength in them, knew that they held power from years and years of work, but there was also a delicateness to them that had Thor trusting him more than he ever thought possible. It was almost terrifying how much of himself he was willing and ready to give up to Loki. So much in fact that he felt himself tensing up some, his grip unconsciously tightening until he realised that Loki was still staring at him, one brow arched in question.

"What do you want me to do next?" Thor asked instead, unsure if he was ready to have that conversation yet – especially not when he felt his member throbbing underneath Loki.

"Kiss me."

It was so simple that Thor paused for a moment, unsure exactly what it was that Loki was asking of him. It was so simple that Thor felt his heart swell when Loki's words processed within him, because it was in that moment that Thor fell in love with Loki all over again, because he knew just what to say, just what to do to make his worrying seem for naught. Swallowing thickly, Thor released one of Loki's wrists and tangled his fingers through jet black hair, gripping it, and pulling Loki down until their lips were a breath away. They were sharing air, sharing a moment far too powerful for either of them to fully understand, but perhaps they weren't meant to understand it – at least not yet. Thor leaned up just slightly and took Loki's bottom lip into his mouth, rolling it back and forth with his teeth before sucking on it.

"Are you ready?" Loki asked against Thor's lips, when they had absolutely no choice but to pull away, the need for oxygen too great. If it wasn't a necessity, Thor would have kept their lips moulded together, wouldn't have allowed for any separation. The thought had a shot of thrill and nervousness rippling through him, but he didn't allow himself to think any more about that.

Nodding his head, Thor forced out a "Yeah," before sitting himself up, taking Loki with him. His hands wrapped around Loki's narrow waist, the position causing Thor to arch his head up to keep eye-contact. The action had Loki grinning down at him.

"You're beautiful," Loki said absently, running his hand through Thor's hair. The compliment had Thor's heart racing. "Right, now you're going to fuck me."

"Okay," Thor said, cheeks flushing, because this was it. No time to fuck it up. He went to move, but found himself frozen, his head suddenly struggling with conflicting thoughts, mental images of all the ways he could fuck up this entire moment. He could miss and make himself look like a complete and utter ass. He could thrust too hard and twist at the same time, breaking his dick. Was that even possible? He was sure that that had to be possible, right, because it was a fucking muscle and muscles … could they break? They sure as hell could be damaged. Or what if Loki wasn't satisfied, what if he was just lying there, limp, and staring up at Thor with a look of judgement on his face, because he couldn't even fuck properly –

"Thor," Loki's voice broke through the panicked scenarios that kept Thor locked into place. Loki leaned down and peppered kisses across his face. "I love you, but this thinking too much will kill me," He placed his hands on either side of Thor's face. "Take your cock, guide it to my ass, and push it in gentle. I'll start and you will finish," He paused before adding with a smirk: "By then, it'll all be instinctual."

But – like before – Loki did the job for him. The feel of his fingers wrapping around his length brought a moan from his lips, his eyes fluttering closed at the way he stroked it just a few times before Thor felt the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of Loki's ass. Loki paused for just a moment before he started lowering himself down, as though warning Thor of what was about to happen. His attention was split in half – one part of him focussed on the way Loki's mouth opened in a silent gasp, his face flushing an even darker shade of red, the sweat on his skin more prominent than ever before. The other part of him was screaming in ecstasy, in the way his cock slid into Loki's ass. He was tight and he could feel Loki's walls expanding just enough to take him in. His vision blurred and his heart was hammering so hard against his rib-cage, he could barely stand it.

"Oh, my God," Thor gasped, not really giving a damn at how weak and breathless he sounded, so lost in the pleasure he was experiencing. He wasn't going to last long, of that, Thor was sure. There was just no way.

He could feel Loki's hands skimming across his face until they tangled back into his hair, could feel the way his muscles were taut and strained, his thighs clenching tighter against his hips. And then he was moving, and Thor could feel his cock sliding out of Loki's ass before coming back home. It was a slow rhythm, Loki moving up and down on him, clenching his ass to the point where Thor was sure he had tears escaping his lids, the pleasure almost too much for him to take. And it got to the point where Thor couldn't help but thrust his hips up, pushing himself deeper inside of Loki, wanting to remain in the tight heat – not only that, but the sounds that derived from Loki had him getting harder and harder, even more desperate to keep it up.

His orgasm came before he was even aware of it, the surprise ripping a cry from his lips, his hips suddenly bursting with energy, slamming up into Loki's ass as he spilt his load. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Thor's desperate mewls and Loki's deep, ragging breath. He continued to thrust his hips inside of Loki until he felt himself go limp.

"Finish me off," Loki gasped out. His entire body was shaking and Thor had no control over his limbs. But Loki did and, after taking his hand and pulling him close, Thor realised what it was that Loki was asking. He was being really slow, but honestly, who could blame him? He could barely think.

Wrapping his hand around Loki's cock, Thor started pumping his fist. It was an act he was familiar with, something that he knew he could do and do right. Leaning forward, Thor pressed his lips against Loki's neck, tasting sweat and something that was simply Loki. All the while, he pulled at Loki, his thumb rubbing along the head of his cock where a steady stream of cum was escaping. Thor knew that it wouldn't be long before he came. He just needed a little something that would take him over the edge.

He sank his teeth into the flesh at the junction between his neck and collar-bone. The action had Loki shouting out, his nails scraping down Thor's back as he came hard. Thor knew that his back would bare the scratches of Loki's nails digging into his skin, but he didn't care. Hell, he would wear them with pride. He continued to stroke Loki's shaft until he whined and placed his hand over Thor's chest, all the while falling limp against him, his face pressed against his shoulder.

For the longest time, nothing happened. They merely sat there, pressed against each other, trying to collect their breath. Thor was a mixture between content and nervous, which was an odd and somewhat contradictory feeling to have. He wanted to know how it felt, how Loki thought he did. And it was fucking stupid to want that acknowledgement, to know how well he handled himself, but Thor didn't care – not in that moment. He sat there, trying to figure out how to word it. Nothing sounded right in his head. Or perhaps he just wasn't thinking right. His limbs were still trembling due to the aftermath, his head spinning and his breath still coming out quicker than normal. And then there was Loki, who was still pressed against him, his body in a similar state of his own.

"If you don't stop thinking," Loki suddenly said, jolting Thor back into the present. "I'm going to fuck the ability right out of you."

Thor swallowed heavily, heat racing to his crotch once more. With the emotions and feelings he was experiencing … "Do you think that's the right thing to say to me right now?"

He heard Loki hum and he honestly didn't know if he loved Loki for it or hated him for it, because it was like another spike driving right through, causing his cock to twitch. And that fucker knew it, too, because he shifted his hips some, Loki's ass rubbing against his dick. His heart was going to slam right out of his chest, he was sure of it.

"What time is it?" Loki eventually asked.

"Almost six," Thor replied, confusion taking over before he was suddenly shoved down onto the mattress, Loki straddling him once more. His eyes widened.

"We have time," Loki said, running his hands along Thor's chest before leaning down, capturing his lips in a quick kiss. "Now I'm going to show you how it feels to be the one fucked."

Thor was gone.