Throwing his head back Loki grabs at Thor mercilessly, goaded on by the sounds he doesn't usually make until much further into this game. And then he stops, sudden and greedy, to grab much further up. By Thor's collar he pulls the elder up (just a bit, his arms straining with the intimidation of pulling a thunder god but mostly) on top of him as he lays back onto the table, his brother's mouth losing contact with his chest and leaving him cold and bitter.
"Christ, just get up here." He rasps, the nape of his neck aching as it lays just barely off of the table's opposite edge with the lights of the city bleeding into his eyes.
It was cold without Thor's radiation perfectly atop him and he wasn't nearly strong enough in the moment, or in many, to throw his brother around. So he tries to look innocent, his neck exposed and eyes blinking: his hips begging without him even knowing.
"Christ, just get up here." He rasps, the nape of his neck aching as it lays just barely off of the table's opposite edge with the lights of the city bleeding into his eyes.
It was cold without Thor's radiation perfectly atop him and he wasn't nearly strong enough in the moment, or in many, to throw his brother around. So he tries to look innocent, his neck exposed and eyes blinking: his hips begging without him even knowing.
November 17th, 2017 at 12:16pm