Thor looks up. He’s kneeling between
Loki’s legs, cutting holes in the white tee Loki is wearing. Thor’s left hand
is under the shirt while the right one is working the scissors.
Over Thor’s shoulder there’s the professional
camera he’ll be using to take the pics. It’s on the table right next to Thor’s
giant to go coffee cup and his car keys.
Thor looks at Loki for a moment and
his eyes just devour him. And Loki thinks having someone look at you like that literally gives you the best high ever.
Thor looks down at the thin fabric,
shifts his weight in his shoes.
He moves his hand higher under Loki’s
shirt, reaching for the collar area. The warmth of his palm and Thor’s forearm
pressed right to the center of his chest makes Loki arch his back a little and
hug Thor’s ribs with his thighs.
Loki squeezes Thor’s chest between his
knees and Thor hums, fiddling with the shirt.
Thor picks a spot close to Loki’s left
shoulder, pulls the fabric away from Loki’s skin and cuts a hole there.
The hushed sound of ripping fabric in
Loki’s ears and the spicy scent of Thor’s cologne filling his nose, warming the
blood in his veins.
“Don’t have any of them fishnet
shirts,” he replies.
Loki leans back on his palms, keeping
his legs pressed to Thor’s sides.
He flips his hair over his right
shoulder, teases, “I don’t believe you.”
Thor smirks, slides the silver blades
of the scissors into the slash he’d just made, snips, makes it wider, and hello
They’ve just met in a bar about an hour ago,
and now Loki’s sitting on an empty wine box in this guy’s apartment about to
pose for some pics and the moon is shining out there and the night is theirs.
Loki shakes his head slowly, left
eyebrow arched, “I think you just wanna touch me.”
Thor moves his giant palm over
Loki’s chest, then closes his fingers gently around Loki’s throat, hand still
under the collar.
“Yeah?” he smiles up at Loki
all crooked, swiping a thumb just under Loki’s jaw, “where’d you get
that idea from?”
Loki plays along, “makes you
wonder, doesn’t it.”
Thor’s smile grows bigger, “love
this mouth of yours.”
“Love your hands,” Loki
Definitely not just the hands.
Thor chuckles. He’s full of himself
but he’s fucking hot.
He slides his palm back down from the
hollow of Loki’s throat to the center of his chest. He cuts another hole there,
puts the scissors away.
Loki watches him with parted lips as
Thor slides his fingers in, grips the fabric in both fists and tugs hard. The
fabric rips so easy, leaving a grinning slash the size of a pocket knife behind.
Loki is impressed and fucking turned
He bites his lips and pokes Thor’s
side with the heel of his boot.
“Be gentle with me?” he asks
all innocent but his eyes betray him.