Frostpudding Drabble

Healing of Hearts (Continuation of Jealousy and Justification)

 Loki kissed his lover's lips gently, before placing him on the bed and beginning to remove the other's clothing. Tom did the same, fingers gliding over the god's skin with a soft motion, not the usual roughness that would ensue on their other adventures beneath the sheets. It was a different kind of passion that came from Loki, a kind of passion that didn't just involve pleasure and lust. No, this time, it was all about becoming closer, becoming one, or at least trying.

 Tom broke the kiss as he turned the god so that he was now on top, and heart beating fast. He kissed at Loki's neck, listening to him give small moans of pleasure as the naked god lay below him, running hands over his lover's back, letting his fingers gently knead the tight muscles of the actor's back, making his moans even more sensual. Tom paused a moment, removing Loki's hands from his back and pressing them down onto the bed. The god was confused, but allowed it, watching to see what Tom would do.

 "I love you," he whispered, and kissed one of Loki's palms. "I never want to be with anyone but you." He kissed the other palm. "I want to heal your wounds," He kissed the god's forehead. "Outside," He paused to kiss the god's chest, where his heart is. "And in." Loki didn't moan at these kisses, they were not ones of sexual pleasure, they were ones of emotional. The god felt himself tearing up, he loved Tom with all of his broken heart, and all of his damned soul. Tom loved him through all that had happened between them, all the fights, all the jealousy, all the romantic walks, and all the late night cuddling. He loved him through every moment of it, and Loki couldn't believe that he had really thought Tom would have left him for someone else. He was the fool.

 The mortal did not stop the tears from falling on Loki's face. It was a sign of healing, he needed to cry, to be cleansed by his tears. "I love you." Loki whispered, and tilted the man's chin towards his face. "I want to spend the rest of my immortality with you, I never want to leave you. I want to wake up to your beautiful eyes and lovely curls," The god took his fingers and gently twirled the man's locks with them, watching as the other's eyes lit up and his smile grew. "And I want to fall asleep to the sound of your gentle heart beating, the one that has so much love to give, the one that I will never attempt to break." He placed a hand gently over Tom's heart, licking his lips before continuing. "I know I can trust you." he whispered, and met his lover's eyes, all sense of cold gone, only the sense of warmth and healing, his green eyes seemed so inviting.

 "I love you." They muttered at the same moment, and kissed in a perfect motion. Tom got the lube, and Loki took it from his hands. "Top me, love, I wish to look upon you." The god murmured, and the mortal nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. He straddled his lover, and gave a small whimper as Loki inserted a finger, a sudden heat passing over his body that he had never felt before. Loki did his best to pleasure the man, adding a second as he pushed his fingers in and out, watching the emotions flicker over Tom's face, and he smiled. "Are you ready for me?" The god questioned softly, and the man nodded.

 Loki positioned his lover, and brought him down, both letting out a soft moan as Tom began to move himself, riding the god with a pleasure able motion, moving slowly and then quickly, but not enough to make the god come too soon. Loki moved his hand down to his lover's shaft, gently pumping him, letting his fingers tighten and release, brush over the man's tip, and causing the member to stiffen even more. A glowing feeling passed over the man, he couldn't exactly explain it, but it was just something that he never wanted to lose. Loki was feeling the same, he felt himself coming together, his heart slowly rebuilding itself, slowly piecing itself together with Tom's love. They said nothing as they came together, no moans, only silence. But it needed nothing of the sort, the silence made for the moment to be that much more magical, that much more uniting.

 Tom got off the god, and laid beside him, curling up into his chest with a soft sigh of happiness. Loki smiled, and pulled the covers up around them, and they fell to sleep listening to the gentle sound of their hearts beating.