PSL for mischiefandice

[iamaking]

Locke shifted slowly, stretching himself on the large bed in their chambers. He smiled, as he awoke more, yawning before turning his head to look at his twin brother. He rolled closer to him, nudging him gently. "Brother, don't you think it time you awoke? Since you will be taking the throne today?" They took turns assuming the role of Odin, though Locke tended to prefer when Loki would do it. Loki had always been the one who wanted the throne more. Locke just wanted to be by his side.

Which they still had worked out as well. He shapeshifted into one of the court attendants who would personally see to the other's needs. No one needed to know otherwise. "That little play should be ready soon. Perhaps another week or two." He murmured, groaning quietly as he stretched more before slowly drawing his leg over the other's thigh, pressing as close as possible.

"We should call for breakfast." He murmured, letting his lips slowly brush over Loki's shoulder, fingers trailing down his chest and stomach.

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[mischiefandice]

Loki kissed back, grabbing his brother's hips to steady him and keep him just in the right place. He let his eyes fall shut, panting into the kiss and starting to move faster, his hips jerking roughly as he chased his own pleasure. Shivering, he broke the kiss to bite up Locke's neck, sucking on his earlobe tauntingly. "Do you need to touch yourself?" he inquired, his voice heated and low as he rolled his hips up sharply.

[iamaking]

His head tilted, loving the attention as he groaned out loudly, chewing at his lip a moment before gasping at the sharp thrust. "I think you know I would much prefer you touching me." He teased, panting heavily before pushing his hair back and closing his own eyes. "But no. I...I can come from this."

[mischiefandice]

"I do know," Loki answered playfully, grinning against the curve of his brother's ear and giving it another nip. He leaned back to meet Locke's eyes, watching him warmly. "Can you? Let's see," he challenged, holding his brother's hips right where he wanted them and setting out to make him come, bucking up hard and deep.

[iamaking]

He just let his head fall back, focusing on the feel of his brother driving him ever closer to the edge with a soft groan. He stroked his fingers down Loki's chest and over his shoulders carefully.