"Perhaps, I am," Loki agreed, his eyes dark and his voice low. He watched as his brother arched into his touch, rocking against him enticingly. The sudden squeeze made him jerk, chuckling as he pressed biting kisses to his brother's shoulder.

"Very well," he agreed, guiding himself in. He was slow but not overly gentle, knowing his brother would be impatient. He hissed at the feeling of heat and tightness, rocking up until his hips were flush against Locke's ass.