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It was a long ride from Soho, they both knew it. Thor wouldn’t have Loki riding the train to meet him, even if his gem would come quicker that way. He didn’t mind waiting for the car to crawl up Manhattan, though he would playfully chew Loki out about living in a place that he considered beneath them. Sure, they had both gone apartment hunting and Thor had (a bit begrudgingly) signed the lease, but Thor had no idea why they insisted on slumming it with the trust fund babies, designers and young tourists seeking reprieve from the over-saturated clamor of Midtown. Loki had reminded him he felt it more welcoming than anything above Columbus Circle, gentrification be damned. Thor would still complain, but if that’s what Loki wanted, they would have it, no questions asked.
Thor didn’t mind having to wait. Despite the jetlag and the rush from LaGuardia to the Upper East Side, it hardly bothered him to have to sit in the restaurant patiently, the bottle of wine hardly touched. He would sit there until dawn if he had to, even if the evening culminated in Loki calling to say that they were too wiped out from a gig or asking if Thor could spend the night with they - it would still be worth it.
The waiter, cautious as he was smiley, clipped past Thor to ask if he would like to order something so it could be ready by the time his date arrived. Thor declined and after an unsure beat, the kid sped off again, disappearing through the muslin that sectioned off this part of the restaurant. The place was quiet, more dimly lit with the tables spread out farther apart than in the main dining room. Thor felt as if he had come unmoored, floating in the sea as he waited for his lover to toss him a line.
He texted Loki, simply asking if the car had reached them yet and how far away they still were. Barely a minute passed before the message was marked as read and then after that, nothing.
Thor rolled his eyes. More minutes ticked by and still there was no response, no glamorous figure emerging from the muslin with as much subtlety as a howling wind. A part of him feared Loki would stick out too much, all the camp and glamor of the Lower East Side and Brooklyn making them like an unwelcome other in these parts of town, but Loki never seemed to care. They wore wealth like another drag act and whatever judgemental glances were thrown their way were barely a scuff on their heels.
Thor was still staring at his phone when he heard the rustle of the curtains and the muffled click of heels against freshly steamed carpets. As he waited for something to come of the receipt, the waiter chirped ‘right this way!’ to another patron. Thor didn’t look up until he felt a rush of air in front of him and heard the coy, heady ‘Hey.’ of a voice that curled around him, constricting and ruthless.
Loki looked like danger, body lithe and dagger-like in their silken dress. Their hair was slicked back, makeup not so much dewey as it was intentionally placed, little framings of asphalt and dark green along their eyes and lips, but otherwise seemingly absent. The dress stuck to them like a needy child, seeming almost desperate to hang onto their frame. Dark stiletto nails held a clutch in a similar blackish green shade to the dress, as though Loki had appeared from some dark lake or pond fully formed and delicious as sin itself. Loki slid out of the mink shrug and the waiter set it on the chair behind them. “Will, was it?” Loki cooed as they sat down, the boy looked somewhat stunned, as though he expected Loki to forget his name.
“Yes?” he stammered out and Thor resisted the urge to bark a laugh at the kid’s bashfulness.
“If you don’t mind starting us off with the chutney tartar, please? And some sparkling water, it’s absolutely steaming tonight.” Thor shifted in his seat, the irony not lost on the fact that Loki had chosen to wear mink when it was damn near summer. Nonetheless, the boy was off and they were left alone.
“Your hair looks like you fell into a cutlery drawer.” Loki started. “Did my trek up here not leave you enough time to freshen up?” Thor took no offense in it. He liked the bullying, liked playing this game of back and forth. Though Thor could confess he was no good at it, it still felt great to lose.
“I’m sorry they don’t provide stylists when you fly commercial.” Thor deadpanned, pouring out some wine for Loki.
“Then stop flying commercial.” they quipped. “I know you can afford it.”
Thor chuckled. “Do you know how much it costs to insure those things?”
“No, but I’m sure you do.” Loki said, sipping their wine as their eyes raked over Thor who looked fit to shrink under their gaze. It wasn’t fear or even insecurity, he knew Loki liked to see him disarmed and so he played along, slumping a bit for effect. “Your tailor did a good job on that one, I’m sure those assholes in LA were all jealous.”
Thor shrugged, “Assholes they were, jealous they weren’t.” he said, flickering his gaze down to Loki’s bare shoulders as though he had misplaced something upon them. “Didn’t that thing have sleeves when we bought it?”
“Must’ve dropped them.” Loki said, cocking one of their shoulders to the side as if casting off some piece of offending fabric. Thor could only shake his head.
The talk was breezy or as breezy as things could be with Loki, who was more like a hurricane despite their coolness and poise. Thor told him about how the talks of acquisitions in LA had come to a grinding halt, something about more bids being placed to buy out a tech company alongside Thor’s firm. Loki listened, seemingly raptly - though Thor could never understand how he feigned such interest over something so tied up in legalese and tech bro posturing. It was Loki’s life that he lived for, binged like good TV.
When Loki wasn’t bartending or helping with art shows or speeding through grad school, they were Silver, femme fatale queen who could sing as well as she could dance and dance as well as she could pull in tips. Loki’s domain was marked dives and clubs with names like the Lucky 13 Saloon and Three Dollar Bill, painting a picture of the sweaty dancefloors and bartenders who would let them off the hook for not paying their tab. Thor had seen a few shows, though if he could, he would be Loki’s groupie, following them around and watching as they wowed and held court with little more than a wink from their precariously stacked lashes.
“She sprained her ankle, sloppy bitch.” Loki sighed after the arrival of the tartar and sparkling water that sweated through the glass bottle. “Had to cover half her set and then help her to the urgent care.” their words, though seemingly biting - held only sympathy. Thor’s eyes widened, even if this story was on the tamer side of things compared to other horrors Loki had told of their gigs. In the year and change they’d been doing this, Thor had heard so much he was convinced Loki was some sort of immortal, making a deal with the Devil so they could death drop and wow crowds from Inwood to Coney Island.
Faustian deals notwithstanding, he clung to every word.
“Are you still doing that bingo gig on Tuesdays?” Thor asked, head leaning on his hand as though Loki was telling a bedtime story.
Loki shook their head, “Nah, Bussy Bingo is canceled till the end of the month.” they said. “The bar’s doing some renovations, hopefully they fix up that stage so nobody falls through the floor again.”
Thor nearly choked on his wine with laughter. “It wasn’t you, was it?”
“Even if it was, I would still land on my feet.” Loki smiled before Will emerged from behind the muslin, to take their orders - having the night’s specials ready to recite like poetry. After he disappeared again, Loki was left to the story of how Dovey Lovey, local performer and close friend of theirs, had fallen through the shoddy floor of a Bushwick dive bar and still finished their set.
“She’s better than that lot of suits you run with.” they said. “I bet she could show them a thing or two about professionalism.”
Thor smiled, swallowing the last of the tartar. “I’m sure you’d do much better with them, which reminds me.” he reached across the table, gingerly taking Loki’s hand. Dark-painted lips curled and the diamonds in their ears seemed to shimmer with anticipation.
“I know it’s still a couple months out but my firm is having some big dinner in August.” Thor said, brushing his thumb against Loki’s knuckles. “Board’s gonna be there, guys from other companies, stuff like that. I think you’d really make my night if you came.”
Loki blinked, turning their head slightly as if they were trying to hear them better. “You want me to perform?”
Thor shook his head, chuckling as he looked into the deep, roiling sea of Loki’s eyes. “I want you to come with me, as my plus one. It’s in Chicago but I can fly you out.”
“So what, am I supposed to pose as your wife?” Loki didn’t seem to be mocking him, if anything their face was genuinely incredulous.
Thor shrugged, trying not to let his confidence falter. “Wife, partner, muse, ingenue - whatever title befits you. So long as you don’t feel like I’m dragging you kicking and screaming.”
Something like recognition slowly painted Loki’s features, their jaw set and Thor noticed a shift in their gaze, as if staring at something behind him. “ Benefactor. ” Loki said, quick and sharp. “Though I don’t know if your business buddies would consider that very respectable .”
“Like I said, you need only be what you feel comfortable being.” Thor’s voice was low as it was kind, as though beckoning something toothy and feral.
“I’m not putting on a show.” Loki was relentless in their intent and precision. “Definitely not for their sake.”
“It’s not for them, you haven’t been seeing them for over a year.”
Loki’s brows raised. “True, but I step into a place like that and then what - ‘Who brought the fag?’”
Though Thor knew Loki was only mimicking what they thought his colleagues would say, the word stung nonetheless. “I’ll be there if someone tries to pull something,” he said. They weren't entirely wrong, one of the higher-ups had threatened to cut his son off for going to art school and they were many running jokes about the ‘true’ sex of a board member’s wife, what with her towering over them and having a jaw stronger than that of her husbands’.
Yet, Thor had known Loki to always hold their chin high, scoffing at convention and turning their nose up at any attempt to mute their vibrancy. Thor would brace the stares and offhand comments, if only it meant that this wouldn’t have to be something arranged, hidden under the cover of inky night and cloistered. They were more than arm candy, more than a bi-monthly stipend and trips to Santorini, worth more than the heady nights they spent together, worth more than any mink or diamond.
Thor would pay the world for Loki, if only money wasn’t the sole means.
Loki’s disdain was becoming harder to hide despite Thor’s imploring. “Sure, because I’m sure the rank and file of a private equity firm are all campaigning for gender abolition and actively trying to help people like me.”
Thor’s brows quirked and he took a deep breath. “I’ve been helping you.” He chose his words carefully, the last thing he wanted to do was hold something over Loki’s head.
“Yes, you have.” Loki replied and Thor noticed their fingers curling, pressing their acrylics into the fabric of the tablecloth. “We go on dates. We fuck. We play house if that’s what you’re into, but that was our agreement. Now, unless my little pittance from you is contingent on me blowing your fellow esteemed capitalists for a promotion - I’m not going.”
There was a pause and for a moment Thor was grateful that the four or five other patrons behind the muslin seemed to be too drunk or wrapped up in one another to notice what was going down at their table.
“Is it?” Loki prodded, unnervingly quiet.
“No. Never. I said it was only if you felt comfortable. We’ve been dat-” Thor axed the statement quickly, but not quick enough for Loki’s hand to tremor from its space underneath his. “Doing this for a year. Obviously I love you for who you are, I wouldn’t ask you to come in a suit and tie if that’s not what you wanted.”
Surprisingly, Loki didn’t flinch at this. “You’re falling a little in love with me?” he cooed, tutting his tongue as if coddling a child with a bruised knee. “Thor, surely daddy’s money paid for you to be smarter than that .”
Thor pressed his tongue to the inside of his lip, stifling himself. “I’m just saying, you’re beautiful, you’re a genius, you’re worth more than any of them put together.”
“I’m a queer that likes to dance and needs a little help getting where they’re going.” Loki said, pulling their hand away from Thor as Will returned with the food. “I’m not trading in what I want because you want to fail to prove to your business friends that you’re straight.”
“Cashew crusted sea bass.” Will announced, placing the dish in front of Thor before the blond could come to his own defense. “Swordfish bouillabaisse.” he said to Loki, who thanked him sweetly. “Enjoy!” he beamed at them before bowing out.
“Don’t look so sullen.” Loki said, raising their fork to dig in. “Eat something, you’ll need your strength.”
Though the playfulness in Loki’s voice had returned, Thor found it maddening. Nonetheless, he obeyed.
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There was a hollow pang in Thor after that, one that sat with him as several smaller plates appeared around them, all covered as a business expense. It grew with every short laugh from Loki, every story, every playful jab that they threw out as if their disagreement hadn’t happened.
It wasn’t so much about being turned down for the gala as it was the intention behind Loki’s words. They seemed unnervingly blunt, as if reminding a child not to do something for the dozenth time. They had these outings and meetups and trips that Thor paid for. Within the confines of this arrangement, they could be whatever, lovers, spouses, a vaudeville comedy duo - so long as they both came away satisfied and dared not ask for more.
But what was it? Was Loki so opposed to any kind of substantial commitment outside of this that even the thought something else was repulsive? If Loki only considered him as an ATM with a penis, then he had to accept that. He wouldn’t cut Loki off for refusing him like this, but still - once Loki’s debts were paid and he was out of school - would that be it?
“I just need to get where I’m going.”
He didn’t usually feel any type of way when the checks came, but now it felt like a reminder, a warning. This was what Loki was here for, free food and some fun outside of their own life’s melodrama. The last thing they wanted was anything more serious than the direct deposit being later than the rent.
Loki decided they would head back down to their apartment, not even caring that Thor’s was closer. Perhaps it was just Loki’s version of a victory lap, showing they could dig their heels in deeper to what was left of Thor’s gumption.
He didn’t refuse and they got an Uber to Soho, Loki watching out the window in near silence as the city flew by.
Loki’s apartment was a four-floor walkup on Broome Street (Loki had breezed up the stairs, heels slamming into the linoleum as Thor was trying his hardest not to pant), situated between a Japanese grocery store and some up-and-coming designer boutique. They made it in and Thor was hit with the scent of the place that Loki wore like an expensive fragrance. The place still smelled of fresh paint, polished floors and new windows, but Loki’s clutter made it feel lived-in enough. Books and papers stacked high on the coffee table and in the breakfast nook by the kitchen. The massive bookcase in the living room was already spilling over, despite the fact that Thor had only bought it a few months ago. A cavalcade of house plants stood vigil in corners and windowsills, or suspended from hooks in the ceiling and twirling from the breeze of the air conditioning.
The place was cluttered, but Thor could see the order amongst the empty coffee mugs and strands of measuring tape that lay atop uncut scraps of gauzy fabric. It was an extension of Loki, of their beauty, that chaos that Thor had gotten himself hooked onto.
‘Homey’ was the type of word that would run in fear from Loki, but as Thor settled in on the thrifted loveseat, he could only feel safe and comfy in this other small pocket of Loki’s world.
Technically his as well, since he had signed the lease, but still.
Loki’s two cats reclined in their tree near the large windows, poking their heads up in a half-hearted acknowledgement of their owner’s return but otherwise not stirring. “Be careful.” Loki said, plucking off their heels as they made their way into the apartment. “Queenie’s been throwing up a lot lately. I’ve tried to keep up with it, but mind where you put your feet.”
Thor’s eyes darted over to the large black Persian intertwined with the scrawny orange cat in the tree. “How’s Tolstoy?”
“A shit as always.” Loki chirped. “Fix you a drink? I’ve got tequila.”
Thor smiled but nonetheless declined, taking off his shoes as well. “Trying to stay off the harder stuff these days.”
Loki turned, depositing their heels next to the door before going for their liquor cabinet next to the fridge. “You’ve found religion, hm? Got on your knees for Jesus?”
Thor still blushed, watching as the bottle was pulled out. “Want to feel everything that you’ve got in store.”
Loki’s brow piqued, pouring out a shot as he glanced over at Thor. “What are we in for tonight, darling?” Loki said, voice a near hiss at the liquor burned their throat.
“Whatever you’re willing to give me.” Thor said, watching as Loki put the bottle away and rinsed out the shot glass before coming to join him on the couch.
Their smirk was a thin gash against their face. “You can’t just tell me you’ll have one of everything.” they said, leaning on their hand. “Come on, we haven’t seen each other for a few weeks and I know you’ve got to jet off soon anyways.”
Thor leaned in, arm tentatively going over Loki and gripping onto the zipper of their dress. “May I?”
Loki rolled their eyes and turned. “Come on, Thor.” they huffed, feigning frustration. “What’ll hold you over until we meet again?”
Thor hummed, inching closer as he pulled the zipper down. The moles and freckles of Loki’s back peered through the inky green fabric. He kissed what he could reach, melting as Loki sighed above him. “You’re not distracting me that easily, Odinson.” they said, but nonetheless relaxed into the feeling of warm lips against their skin.
Thor continued his soft kisses as if deaf. He inhaled the scent of the perfume, vape smoke and the subtle tang of liquor. He traced the tiny hairs and kissed in the wake of the descending zipper. If this was all that came of the evening, Thor would forget the sour taste that dinner had left in his mouth.
“Don’t worry about me, baby.” Thor said, a murmur against the knobs of Loki’s spine. “But, if you insist - I’d prefer something that leaves a mark.”
He could feel the tremor of excitement that shot through his lover and he pulled his slips away. Loki stood before Thor could embrace him again, easing out of the dress until they were left bare and brazen before him. It was so nonchalant, as if Loki was standing in line at the grocery store, but the presence of their pussy lips poking through that hallowed tuft of hair was its own invitation. The scars framing their pecs seemed to be directing Thor’s eyes, demanding him to stare.
“Twenty minutes, okay?.” Loki cooed. “I’ll be in the study.”
“Do you want me to strip down or…?”
Loki smiled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Thor’s head. “I promise you’ll need all the comfort you can get.”
And with that they vanished, leaving Thor with cock already half hard and baser thoughts begging to see his lover once more.
Thor made quick work of his clothes, getting out of his suit and folding it as neatly as he could over the back of the couch. Pulling out of his underwear, he was left only with his pride and his cock ring. He didn’t bother grabbing for his phone, in moments of frazzled anticipation, he tried to steady himself before the oncoming storm.
He inhaled the scent of the place, tried to clear his head, to remember that what was about to happen was one of the tenants of their relationship. They would blow off some steam and then Loki would be paid - a material promise that they would do this again.
Loki had jokingly referred to themselves as a high-end hooked, though Thor resisted the title. No, this was more than just sex - yet, as the thoughts sunk in, that’s all it could be, right? Loki refused for it to be more.
After realizing how uncomfortable the couch was under his bare skin, he stood, going over to the window where the cats slept. Tolstoy, skinny and bright against Queenie’s dark, thick fur, held her tightly. Loki had never told him the nature of their relationship - if they were simply housemates or adopted siblings or lovers. Thor supposed it didn’t matter, they seemed awfully comfortable with each other regardless. He reached out to pet Tolstoy, who purred and blinked up at him with sleepy eyes. Loki had told Thor he was a special cat, deaf in one ear and suffering from some type of kidney problem - but Loki didn’t mind caring for him and so it seemed, neither did Queenie.
Thor sighed, looking past the cats unto the city outside. The night was still young and Soho buzzed with revelry and bad decisions, Thor could only wish to feel as froughtless as the trust fund babies and influencer tourists four stories below.
Down the hall a door creaked open and Loki’s voice was harsh as it was cloying. “Whenever you’re ready, bitch.”
Thor gave one last pet to Tolstoy before going down the hall, trying to walk slowly so as to keep the sense of excitement.
The study was really the second of the two bedrooms that served to contain the overflow from the rest of the apartment. In the fuchsia glow of the strip lights, Thor noted Loki’s sewing machine pushed up against the wall, the pieces of yet another killer outfit stuck in stasis under the needle. Props, a hot glue gun dangling off a stack of plastic storage bins, extra potting soil for the plants, a keyboard with several pedals sitting around it as if trapping it in a fairy ring. Another desk with two monitors and a very comfortable looking office chair. Posters and maps covered the wall, with barely a scrap of paint in sight and of course, more bookcases - Thor would be sure to tease Loki about their hoarding later.
Now, all the other stuff was secondary to the lone table in the center. It was old, thrifted as well - but strong, as Thor already knew.
“On your stomach, legs spread.” hissed Loki, perched atop the desk with the two monitors. Sometimes he would drag Thor to the table and Thor would make a show of putting up a fight, but instead he was calm, closing the door behind him and making his way to the table. He looked at Loki as he bent down, seeing the rope looped around their hands. They wore a simple black tube top, and long, dark opera gloves. Thor eyed the harness, a familiar sight with its delicate lace ties and military-grade sturdiness.
Thor fought to keep from drooling.
He could feel Loki’s eyes rake over him as he bent over the table, cock pressing flush against the cool, worn wood. Once he had assumed the position, Loki took the rope in one hand and his wrists in the other, bonding them to the legs of the table. Thor tugged a few times on his own to test them, casting his lover a sweet smile. “You've been practicing?”
“When I have the time.” there was a ghost of kindness on Loki’s face before they rose and disappeared from Thor’s line of sight.
Thor heard the sound of a drawer rolling out and an inquisitive hand rifling through its contents. “You said you wanted me to leave a mark, yes? Speak. ” Loki cooed, gentle as they rifled through the instruments of torture.
Thor responded with a huffed ‘yes’, the pressure of his cock against the table already so deliciously uncomfortable.
“Yes, what?” they were echoed by an ominous creaking in the floor.
Thor bit back a moan, “Yes, goddess.”
Loki hummed, rifling some more. “It’s been a while since we’ve used the cane, hasn’t it? Speak.”
Thor’s back stiffened and he craned his head to look at his lover, to no avail. “You’re right, it has been a while, goddess.”
Thor could feel Loki’s smirk boring into his body as they slinked towards him once more. There was the silk of their gloves graze over his skin, and he could feel himself trembling at the sweet contact. He arched his back more, already presenting himself for the slaughter.
There was a hollow pop as Loki slapped Thor’s ass, the impact of it no doubt slightly hindered by the silken gloves. Loki hummed, running their hands over it and gripping roughly at the meat of his cheeks. Thor’s color ran high, the feeling of being pawed at so lewdly burning through him like holy fire.
“Such a gorgeous sacrifice they’ve brought me.” Loki said, hungry and sated at once. “So plump and pink, such a blessing that they’d let me devour .” Thor whined as the second slap came down on his other cheek and he could feel his ass quake with the blow. Loki was sizing him up, knowing that the cane would smart like no other but working to tenderize him as much as he could before the dam properly broke.
A few more slaps came down on him and he couldn’t bite back his moans, his cock stirring despite the metal ring choking the base of it. Loki hummed as he hit him as though they were simply doing laundry or memorizing the steps to another routine. It wasn’t boredom, Thor knew that - but another reminder that this was just what Loki was supposed to do to him, keep him as cock level and nothing more.
By the twelfth slap, Loki’s hits had increased in strength to the point where Thor’s ass now had a pleasant tingle. Loki smiled, satisfied as they reached for the cane.
“Safeword?” they said, their voice losing the husk that came with goddess-mode.
“Geyser.” Thor said, the words automatic and docile.
Loki rubbed his ass for the last time. “Good job, pet.” they cooed and the crack of the cane was like a bomb in the dark, cluttered room.
Thor’s nerves were like downed wires, crackling and pulsing at the feeling of the cane coming down on him. Saying it hurt was an understatement, it was a pain that felt like retribution - as if the very object itself had something to prove to him. It was delicious and awful and shit - he could feel the stinging coming in waves and yet, he remained as still as he could, wanting.
Loki gave him a few moments, gingerly rubbing the place where the cane had hit. “Ten should do. Speak.” Loki said, voice almost pitying. Thor nodded the best he could given his position.
“Of course, goddess.” he breathed. “Do you want me to count?”
“Yes, pet.” Loki stroked his head, making him feel all the more like the salivating dog this little play was making him out to be. “Start from one.”
The cane came down again and Thor barked out the first number. Loki stroked his backside, letting at least a minute pass before they struck again, dangerously close to the last mark. Thor whined and shifted a bit, grinding his cock into the table. He wouldn’t cum, not now - not until Loki said - and God knew when that would be, if it was even tonight.
Thor didn’t care, bracing himself as the third strike met the cleft of his ass. Loki was careful to miss his taint, joking once before that he didn’t want to end up on ‘Sex Sent Me to the ER’ because he’d lacerated one of Thor’s balls or something equally as absurd. Now, when Thor could hear the cane whizzing through the air as Loki struck him, he trusted the domme would be as careful as they were ruthless.
The next couple strikes came swiftly, no breaks between them as Loki landed one strike on each of Thor’s cheeks. The blond keened, practically wheezing out the numbers as Loki watched him tremble. “You’re doing well, pet. They trained you for this, I’m sure.” they said, tracing a gloved hand down Thor’s sides before gingerly placing it against the growing stripes on Thor’s ass, as if their very touch could heal him.
Five was a little easier, pressed square against the apex of Thor’s left cheek. The man moaned out the number, ruting into the table involuntarily before Loki stilled him with one deft hand. “Patience, pet. Are you ready to keep going? Speak.”
“Yes, goddess.” Thor answered and arched himself up a bit in kind.
Loki stepped back a bit, bringing the sixth strike down so that it crashed against both of Thor’s cheeks at once. Thor howled, the numbers becoming an afterthought as he cried out. He could feel the tears pricking at his eyes, the heave of his chest and the flames racing up his spine as Loki shushed him.
Cool hands reached down, ghosting against his taint. “It’ll be worth it soon, pet. I promise.” Loki said, Thor was unsure of whether or not they were supposed to be the greedy, all-consuming goddess or some doting crone - regardless, Thor sank into the touch, whining when it left him.
The next couple hits smarted bitterly against his skin. He could feel the welts forming as new stripes crisscrossed the old. Number nine was another shot towards the backs of his thighs and he was crying fully now. Loki leaned the cane against the desk and leaned over his body, careful not to rest too much weight on his already sore ass. “We can stop, Thor. Just say the word.”
Thor shook his head. “I can take it, it’s the last one.”
They stayed like that for a hot second, Loki brushing at Thor’s hair and waiting until the man’s breathing was back under control. “It’s the last one, pet. I’ll make it count.” they said, peeling themselves off of Thor before grabbing for the cane once more.
Ten was a caterwaul, Thor’s shrieking out the number and the harsh noise as it broke against the last patch of unmarked skin that Loki had saved. He let the cane fall to the floor and reached for a small jar they’d taken from one of the desk drawers.
“It’s just a little aloe, it’ll help with the burn, alright?” they said, Thor whimpered in response before Loki began to apply it. It wouldn’t completely erase the reality of Thor trudging out with a sore ass the next day, but it would make the rest of the night at least a little more bearable on him.
Loki hummed again as he worked, allowing Thor to drift in the sound of it as the cooling gel was rubbed on his ass. If he were in his proper mind, he knew Loki would tease him about being a baby, but the thoughts were far off, replaced with the liliting music of his lover’s voice and the airy scent of the aloe.
“Still good?” Loki whispered, as if hiding something.
“Yes, of course.” Thor huffed, a smile on his face that he hoped Loki heard.
The veneer returned. “Do you still want me to fuck you? Speak.”
“Yes, goddess. I can take it.”
There was a hum of approval from Loki as they reached for the lube, coating their fingers in the thick salve before tracing them along Thor’s crack. Thor shuddered at the coldness of it and began to moan as Loki’s fingers traced his hole.
“I’m going in now, pet.” Loki said, only moving when Thor moaned a ‘yes, goddess’.
The first finger slid in easy enough, Loki stroking and lingering along the ridges of Thor’s hole. The blond moaned, thanking his goddess for their patience with him and receiving a cool laugh in return. “Am I not kind?” they whisper. “Am I not merciful?”
They didn’t tell Thor to speak and so he didn’t, only moaning in response and the second finger pushed in.
The fingers curled and stroked inside him, edging deeper until they pressed against his prostate. There was a stab of pain and Thorwaited as Loki fetched more lube before trying again. They cooed praises at him, undulating their fingers over and over inside him and massaging the bundle of nerves until Thor was panting, words disappearing in his brain like sugar in hot tea.
With all the toying against his prostate, Thor squealed with the addition of the third finger. Yes, some days he’d wear plugs for meetings just to keep himself a little loose should Loki ask to toy with him over FaceTime later on, but it still felt different, better, more vivid, when Loki opened him like this. He fucked himself on the fingers, breath coming in so hot he thought his next exhale would be pure steam.
There were several more pumps before Loki’s fingers stilled. “I think you’re ready for me, pet.” Loki said, easing themselves out and smearing the remnants of the lube along Thor’s walls before rising and returning to the desk. “How about we use Kostroma? Speak.” they asked, once again back to rifling.
“Yes, she sounds good, goddess.” Thor said, eyes wide, head swimming and ass clenching with want.
Kostroma, like anything belonging to Loki - was rife with personality. A dildo with a black and white swirl pattern accented by similarly swirling ridges. Thor knew her as a kinder one of Loki’s toys, one that was less about stretching him to the brink and more about jabbing his prostate over and over with its curves and artful length.
Loki was having mercy on him and he would thank them as best as he could.
He heard the muffled pop of the dildo being locked into place on Loki’s harness and the soft footfalls as Loki took their place behind him once more. They spread an open palm against Thor’s still hot, stinging cheeks. “I’m ready, goddess.” Thor whispered. “Please.”
Loki needed no further entreatments, positioning themselves and flicking on the toy’s accompanying vibrator before sliding the head into Thor.
Their moans echoed one another’s, Loki holding Thor’s hips for leverage as they slid in. Even with her length, Kostroma was an easy fit and Thor was grateful for the kindness Loki showed him by taking it easy. He could barely hear the buzzing of the vibrator over the rush of blood in his own ears and Loki groaning as they fought to keep things slow.
Loki slowly rocked their hips, working a bit more of the toy in and out each time. Thor groaned, still trying to move back to meet them despite the soreness in his body. He would wait months for this, wait until his body had already been so rung out and keyed up but he would push for more, for the feeling of any one of Loki’s cocks in him, for the feeling of being undone and remodeled in his lover’s likening.
“You’re taking us so well.” whispered Loki, leaning over so that Thor could feel the press of their body on his. “You’ll be rewarded soon, pet. Your devotion won’t go unnoticed.” Thor moaned at Loki’s husking, punctuated by the deepening of their slow thrusts.
When Thor had managed to get half of the toy inside him, he was practically on his tiptoes, lifting himself up to make access for Loki as easy as possible. The brunette huffed above him, soft groans accompanied by the warbling drone of the vibrator against their cunt. In the rare moments Loki bottomed, they would croon, hissing and growling and snapping at Thor as though they were angry at him. It was to the point where Thor could barely call it ‘topping’ on his end, it was just him being balls deep inside Loki and Loki doing whatever the fuck they needed to cum.
But here, Loki was quiet safe for their taunting. They said it was to maintain control and help focus - but that just made Thor savor the words that much more, dissolving into every purr and thrust and piece of praise. Even seated fully inside Thor, Loki’s pace was far from brutal. They held themselves in, hips trembling as they vibrator continued to torture them and yet, they waited. It was power held lovingly between the two of them, Thor knew and cherished it.
After a few moments Thor wiggled his hips. “I’m ready, goddess.” he said, earning the slide of gentle, cool gloved hands down his back before Loki pulled out and drove in again. The pace they set was steady, but firm enough to have Thor belting after a few strokes. He keened as Loki took long, languid jabs against his prostate - pushing his ass back in need. Loki smiled, squeezing his hips. “I’ve only so much cock to give you.” they purred, slowing their movements to a grind as they worked Thor over.
He couldn’t cum, he knew it - but it almost didn’t matter. If his heart were to give out right here with his ass battered and filled and his cock no doubt turning purple under the strain of the ring and both their bodies, there would be no happier way to go.
“Fuck,” Loki hissed, sudden and harsh. Their pace quickened a bit and Thor's hands held tightly to the ropes binding them. “I told you I would give you a reward for your devotion, something to prove how well you served me.” they growled and Thor was sure had he not just been caned he would have been fighting to not tip the table over with the power of Loki’s movements. He still whined, throwing it back the best he could as Loki continued to meet him. Magic seemed to spark through him with every hit and even from the other end of Kostroma he would feel little twinges of the vribrator, now beating Loki’s cunt into vile submission.
Thor gave a sharp gasp as Loki yanked at his hair, his moans now turned to the ceiling instead of the floor. The pink glow of the strip lights glared down at them as Loki continued to rock. He could hear the slide of the lube and feel each ridge of Kostroma as she slid into him. His back ached from its tensed arching and without the support of the table he would’ve surely collapsed by now, but fuck - this was perfect - this was what he needed.
“Here you are.” Loki gasped and Thor could feel their tremors as they came, body tensing and moans breathy. Thor rocked back into it, as if trying to coax out more of Loki’s spend. The vibrator was incessant, droning as Loki continued to twitch and moan against it.
No matter the cost or the jet lag or the time spent apart, this would always be worth it.
Loki was careful as they eased out, giving Thor’s hips one last tight squeeze before leaving him completely. Thor felt it vaguely, mind floating and body full of air. Part of him didn’t care if he stayed in the cock ring for the next week, this would be more than enough to tide him over.
“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry.” Loki purred, untying Thor’s hands from the table legs and kissing him. “You did so good for me, I’m so proud of you.”
Thor smiled, bleary and exhausted. “Thanks.” he huffed. “Bed?”
“Bed.” Loki smiled, squeezing one of Thor’s now-free hands. “I can suck you off if you want.”
Thor shook his head, his neck aching as he started to stand. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be sure to get you back in the morning.” He was unsure how he was able to stitch sentences together when his head was still swimming, but he was tethered by Loki’s melodious laughter.
“That’s if you can even walk, boss.” Loki said, offering his hand for Thor to take. Somewhere in the haze they’d taken off their gloves and put away the strap, leaving them only in the tube top and their underwear.
“Naked?” Thor said. “Please?”
Loki rolled his eyes. “Let’s get you to bed.” they said, calling for Alexa to turn off the lights in the study as they walked down the hall to Loki’s room.
Despite there being no lights turned on in the room, New York shined through Loki’s open windows - bathing it in dim, yellow beams from the streetlamps. Thor could vaguely make out the rolling clothes racks and some sort of small hammock that had to have been for the cats, as well as the silhouettes of several more plants and the waxy nubs of candles now surgically attached to the windowsill. The place smelled of incense, detergent and Florida water and Thor wondered what ritual Loki had worked this week.
He would ask in the morning, for now Loki helped him into the bed. His cock still strained as it sank into the mattress but he refused to lay on his ass. He heard some shuffling as Loki shimmied out of the remainder of their clothes and went to lay besides Thor in bed, pulling the mattress up over both of them.
“We’re ordering breakfast, right?” Thor asked.
“I’m not cooking for you.” snarked Loki, resting a hand atop Thor’s back. “How are you feeling?”
Thor could only nod. “It was great, Loki.”
“Even if you didn’t cum?”
“ Especially because I didn’t cum.”
Loki chuckled, patting Thor’s back and closing their eyes. “Don’t worry, we can do something slow and passionate tomorrow if you want, simp.”
Thor could hear the hint of playfulness in his lover’s voice and smiled. “Not everyone needs to be hit over the head with a folding chair to cum, y’know. Some of us like to take things easy.”
Loki snorted. “I can’t cum unless someone gives me a concussion. Brain damage is hot.”
Thor smiled, reaching over to run his fingers through Loki’s hair. His lover said nothing, closing their eyes as Thor closed his. He wanted to believe in this, believed that the sturdy press of Loki’s hand against his back was anything more than transactional, wanted to believe the cooling gel on his ass was a show of something more than standard aftercare, wanted to believe that Loki would truly like slow, passionate sex in the morning and breakfast in bed.
He wanted to believe in them - in what they could be and if that could be anything more than this.
“Goodnight.” Loki whispered, another secret.
Thor hummed a response - the ‘I love you’ dying on his lips.