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It’s Saturday morning, and Thor happily wakes without an alarm today. He only has one appointment scheduled this afternoon; his parents are visiting.
He is kind of looking forward to seeing them again after four months. But it’s still hours away; he’s sure he can laze around in his comfortable bed for little while longer, listen to the gulls outside and watch the sunlight slowly fill his room. He stretches for a moment and rings a bell. Within seconds, a member of housekeeping knocks on the door.
‘Come in.’ Thor says with glee.
‘Good morning sir.’ He says politely.
‘Hi, good morning. I’m about to get up. Can you get my bath ready, please?’
‘Certainly, master Thor.’ he says and promptly leaves to run Thor’s bath.
Thor then snoozes lightly for a couple more minutes; it takes quite a while for the large bath to fill, so he can dream away about how good Loki treated him last night. If he focuses enough, he can still feel Loki’s light pink lips and his skilful tongue working their magic on his cock.
When Thor feels more awake, he stretches again, gets up, undresses and slips into his silk bathrobe. The smooth fabric gently slides over his skin. Oof. Thor suddenly feels Loki’s nail marks sting in his sides. He feels so marked up and owned and it begins to turn him on again. Now is definitely the time for his hot lavender bath and some deep hair care. The sooner he gets ready, the sooner he might be on the receiving end of Sir Laufeyson’s horizontal tutoring sessions again.
But just when Thor is about to leave his room, he stops abruptly.
Is he still dreaming or is that... an entire cheese cake? On his desk?
Thor is certain that it wasn’t there last night or he would’ve known it. Surely the bath can wait a little longer: Thor feels famished and this cheese cake looks, and smells amazing. There’s a fork neatly placed next to it, so Thor doesn’t hesitate to take a bite.
He closes his eyes and moans. Gods, this is heavenly. The creamy texture melting on his tongue, the smooth flavours of lemon and vanilla tingling his senses, the crunchy, rich base made of ginger cookie crumbles and whole butter. Thor picks up the cake and carefully brings it back to bed. And there, another bite follows, and then some more. Thor feels as if he’s ascending into a higher level of existence and it is divine. He tries to prolong riding the high with every next bite, but too soon it dawns to him; he is running out of cake.
‘Oh, damn.’ He whispers to himself, balancing on pride and embarrassment at his apparent ability to eat an entire cheese cake in one sitting.
But it tastes too good to leave anything behind. Thor takes the last piece and then greedily licks the plate clean. As he puts the plate on the floor under his bed, he feels how immensely full his belly is, and he hasn’t even had breakfast yet. This is ridiculously decadent, even for him. The hint of embarrassment that Thor felt moments ago, is washed away by horniness. He is certain that this is Loki’s doing. He must have put the cake there for him to find and eat. He’s spoiling Thor again, even by proxy.
Thor’s hands slide down over his full, silky breasts, then gently over his stuffed belly to end between his thighs. He lets himself lie back down on his soft bed with a trembling sigh and takes his hard cock in his hand. Starting slow - just the way he likes it - he rubs his thumb over the tip and back down again. His other hand slides back to his belly, it feels so good: heavy, warm and round. Usually it feels like this at the end of the day, but to start his day with a belly this full is strangely exciting. His movement quickens slightly, squeezing the tip of his cock a little harder. Thor already feels his balls ride up and his breast jiggle along. After a few more tugs, he comes, messing up his bathrobe and bedsheets.
Now it’s definitely time for a bath.
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Loki sits at the breakfast table, waiting for Thor to join him. He’s well aware it is the weekend, so Thor is usually a tad later, but he’s taking quite a bit longer now. Loki already drank three cups of tea and read the paper front to back.
‘I think Thor is still in bed, Sir.’ A housekeeper tells him.
‘He is certainly taking his time this morning.’ Loki smiles.
About half an hour later, Thor arrives. His hair still damp and his ears and cheeks red like cherries.
‘I thought you were ill!’ Loki lies, seeing Thor enter the room.
’Good morning, sir. I am quite all right, thank you. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.’ Thor apologises politely as he sits down, seeing Loki’s feigned surprise.
‘I’m glad you are well. Unfortunately, your croissants have gone cold now, Thor. If you want them warm, you’ll need to ask for some new ones.’ Loki says, then looking back at his paper.
‘I - I think I’m fine, Sir.’ Thor says softly and loads his breakfast plate with a waffle, two small pancakes and a couple of mini pastries. A housekeeper brings him a tall latte with whipped cream on top, just the way he likes it.
Loki folds his paper and puts it aside, and then stirs in his fourth cup of bergamot tea as he watches Thor eat hesitantly.
‘Are you sure you are okay?’ You don’t seem that hungry this morning.’ Loki asks, observing Thor’s modestly loaded plate.
‘Uh. I… yes. There’s nothing wrong, Sir.’ Thor says softly, not wanting to talk about what just happened. Not yet. After orgasming, his embarrassment about eating the entire cake returned with full force. He really hates it when that happens, because in essence there’s not much to be embarrassed about, really. To throw Loki off, he adds a couple of lukewarm croissants to his plate and lathers them with butter. He only hopes for the best from here on; no more questions and no more prying eyes, please.
‘Your parents will be here at 15:00 hours, give or take.’ Loki breaks the silence.
Thor hums and nods, his mouth is full. He had sort of remembered it was around that time.
‘I expect you to behave as excellently as you have done these past months, Thor.’ Loki adds with a slightly stern voice.
Thor nods again, but he is too distracted by how full he feels. He shifts and stretches, hoping to make some room for the rest of breakfast, unaware how his cardigan rides up and gives Loki an eyeful of his belly.
‘My, my.’ Loki says, the sternness in his voice disappeared. ‘Look at you, already showing all that skin for me this morning?’
Thor giggles shyly and pulls his cardigan down quickly.
‘You know you didn’t have to do that, Thor.’ Loki then says.
Thor quickly swallows. ‘Do what, Sir?’
‘Cover up that lovely belly. I can tell, you know, when you feel embarrassed. Your cheeks are as pink as fuchsias.’
‘I am not.’ Thor tries to deny, half laughing.
‘You ate that cake, didn’t you?’ Loki asks.
‘I… uh… yeah.’
‘And apparently there is still a little room for breakfast in there too?’ Loki smiles and gently pats Thor’s belly. ‘You greedy little thing.’
Strangely enough, Thor instantly feels more relaxed by Loki’s teasing and touching. ‘I couldn’t help it, Sir. It was too delicious, it would be a shame just to leave it there, wouldn’t it?’ Thor says.
‘Is that so, little darling? Do all these foods please you so much?’
‘You know that they do, Sir.’
Loki reaches and grabs Thor’s love handle, then strokes his belly again. Knowing that he is unable to keep his hands off of Thor. ‘It’s hard to miss, Thor. I can see and feel you’re getting rounder and more irresistible by the day.’
Thor feels his cock fill again. Loki’s flattery never fails to turn him on, even though he is well aware of his good looks and lush curves. He’s spoiled and fluffy and loving it. ‘You’re doing this to me, Sir.’
‘Me?’ Loki laughs. ‘That’s absurd, Thor. When last I looked it was always *you* stuffing your face every time there was food in your vicinity.’
Thor throws Loki a cocky grin, unfazed now by the rightful accusation. ‘Well, maybe you would like to do it, Sir? Stuff my face? I’ve always found the idea quite erotic.’
Loki almost chokes on his tea. He coughs and swallows to regain composure. ‘Thor, are you sure?’ Loki says, his voice slightly hoarse. He feels immensely turned on at this point. The sheer thought of gently putting morsel after morsel of delicious food into Thor’s hot, wet mouth is enough to make him leak in his pants.
‘Aren’t you?’ Thor winks. ‘Don’t you want to be more responsible for this? That it’s also you who keeps this belly full and round?’ Thor lifts up his cardigan and takes it off.
‘The pleasure would be all mine.’ Loki moans, signalling the staff to leave the room at once with a quick flick of his fingers. He feels his cock jumping within the confines of his pants and the urge for privacy is high.
‘What are you waiting for, Sir?’ Thor sits back in anticipation.
‘You... are so capricious, Thor. Always so naughty. What am I to do with you?’ Loki gets up from his chair, slowly. He gently grabs Thor’s chin with one hand and turns his face towards his own. He leans in, close enough to kiss Thor. ‘Such an innocent face. How can there be so much wickedness behind these soft rosy cheeks?’
‘It’s how I wrapped you around my little finger, Sir.’ Thor smiles.
‘Indeed, you did, Thor. Now, what shall I give you first?’