snippet from my contribution to the thorki anthology tongue in cheek

incredifishface:

It’s called Peaches and Cream, and it’s set in the Cocky Boys verse.

Loki has been baking, and now is tidying up the kitchen. Or trying to. Something or someone keeps getting in the way, oh noes.

“it’s been ages since their morning romp. Hours. And yeah, sure, Thor has been shooting all day, but it was not Loki. As nice as it is, compared to fucking his boy, fucking anybody else feels like humping the bed -yes, even delicious Steve Rogers; nothing but a nice tease. And this here, this is the real thing, with flour in his hair and on the tip of his nose, wearing those velveteen pants that show every dip and every clench of Loki’s butt as he walks and wipes and reaches. And whenever he turns on his side, Thor can see Loki’s undeniably rising interest beginning to tent the delightful material.

“And what am I to do now with this massive craving for peaches I’ve been left with?” muses Thor.

“I don’t know. Get yourself some?”

Thor smirks, because Loki sounds a little short of breath already. So he steps across the kitchen and firmly cups one butt cheek in the palm of each hand.

“Hey…” says Loki (so weak, not even trying.)

“You told me to get myself some peaches…” rumbles Thor, directly in his ear.

How Loki shivers. And though he’s making a show of still being occupied with tidying up, his hands are slow, his eyes are getting heavy. He’s so fricking delicious, and so responsive, and so breathlessly horny, it’s like some god above custom-made him just for Thor. He presses his crotch against that otherworldly ass and detects the hottest little gasp. For a moment, he wants to open his flies and bend him over the dirty worktop and do him right here. But since they have some time…

The jar glass full of preserved cherries catches Thor’s eye. They’re so red and bright and so pretty…”