Tummy Kisses
"Mmmm," Tom hummed appreciatively as Loki shimmied out of his boxers. "Luscious," he murmured, giving Loki's rounded ass a firm open-handed slap and watching as it jiggled. He shifted himself uncomfortably as his god readied his entrance with the bottle of lube they kept in the nightstand. Loki sure was taking his sweet time, though, Tom thought as removed his own clothing. The trickster presented his bottom like a baboon, sticking it in the air and giving it a little wiggle. He lined himself up with Loki's hole, pulled the god close tight to his chest, and whispered, "Are you ready, darling?"
Loki nodded eagerly, grinding his ass into the mortal's groin. Tom sighed at the plush softness of it and thrust into the god with one fluid motion, rocking his hips slowly, rhythmically. He didn't want to rush it. He wasn't used to it feeling this cushy, this round. "Oh god, Thomas!" Loki grunted.
"You like this?" he panted.
"Yes, oh god, yes!"
Tom reached forward and began stroking Loki's already rock hard cock with long, languid strokes, matching the rhythm of his hips. He felt heat pooling in his belly as Loki twitched in his hand. "Are you close already, baby?" he rasped, bending down to place soft kisses up Loki's shoulder to the sensitive spot at the nape of his neck. He nipped gently and Loki nodded furiously.
"Y-yes," he managed to get out through stuttered breath.
"Go on, then. Cum for me," he breathed, his free hand dropping to knead the soft flesh of Loki's hip and love handle as Loki spurted over his belly, body shuddering in ecstasy. "Good boy," he hummed as he spilled into the god. "Let's get you cleaned up and fed, then we can cuddle,"
"That sounds like heaven," Loki murmured lazily.
***
"Come on, baby, just one more bite," Tom encouraged as he fed him the last of the rich fettuccini alfredo he'd made, telling himself Loki needed to regain his strength after their vigorous sex session. Truth be told, he knew the god couldn't resist it and he loved to see Loki gorge himself on pasta, the creamy sauce an easy way to make sure his trickster continued to pack on the pounds. But after Tom had fed him a large deep dish supreme pizza and a rich chocolate cake, Loki had insisted he was still hungry. What else could Tom have done other than feed the gluttonous god? "Did you get enough to eat?" he asked as Loki leaned back in his chair and laced his hands across his warm, full belly.
"Yes," he replied hazily, absently rubbing at his round tummy with a small burp. "M'so full. So *hic*...s'relaxed," he slurred.
"Come on, baby. Bed. I'll kiss your tummy while you fall asleep,"
"'Kay," he agreed placidly.
Tom smiled and couldn't help but think that Loki was much more agreeable on a full belly. He considered it another pleasant side effect of Loki's increased appetite in addition to the weight gain.
***
Tom helped lower the bloated god to the bed, careful not to jostle his stomach, and knelt on all fours. He lowered his head to Loki's belly button and sucked at the sensitive nub until it was red and swollen before peppering the rest of the god's belly with love bites. He then went back over each one of the purple bruises and kissed and soothed them with his tongue before laying next to Loki and nuzzling him into his neck.
"Tell me a story, Tom. Tell me how we met and you fell in love with me,"
"Oh, you mean how you fell in love with me? You did make the first move," he winked, then laid a kiss to his god's forehead when he began fussing. He loved when Loki allowed himself to be vulnerable in his presence. It made him feel trusted and needed; as if he had the most important job in the Nine Realms: protecting Loki's heart.
Tom had been alone for so long and was a nurturer by nature but coming from a loving, supportive family provided him the emotional support he needed. Loki had also been alone but, by contrast, had had to take care of himself after his world was turned upside down and, for all his posturing, was incredibly sensitive and fragile. They were a perfect match: Tom needed someone to care for, and Loki needed someone to take care of him.
"Well, once upon a time, there was an actor. A handsome, talented actor. And he was cast to play a very mischievous god. When the god heard about this, he turned into a big creeper and watched the actor until, one night, he came into the actor's bedroom and detstroyed the actor's favorite shirt,"
"The actor's stupid Thor shirt," Loki interjected.
Tom continued without missing a beat. "And they talked all night. And the god kept visiting until he didn't anymore. The actor didn't see him again for months. The god had been unjustly imprisoned and couldn't see his human," Loki snuggled closer to Tom during this part. "But the god was very brave and fought his way back to his human. But he was sickly and the human agreed to let him stay. And the human fed the god and, like a stray cat, the god stayed,"
"You're telling it wrong, Thomas," Loki huffed impatiently.
"Alright," he chuckled, smiling warmly. "They were so happy to see each other when he returned. The human agreed to let the god stay and the human was very happy when the god kissed him. Then they agreed to not just be friends anymore, but so much more. And the human was so happy, he thought his heart would burst. And that's the story of how the god fell in love with the human,"
"You mean how the human fell in love with the god," Loki pouted, eyes closed.
"And that's the story of how the god and the human fell in love. Better?"
Loki yawned and stretched. "Better. Thomas?"
"Yea, Lo?"
"I love you,"
Tom smiled. "I know, Lo. I love you, too," he replied kissing the top of his god's head, thinking that the sound of his even breathing as he drifted to sleep in his arms was the best thing he'd ever heard.