“You might change your mind about the real me once you know it.” He moved my hand from his prick, further beneath his sac, and…

There was not the smooth skin before the start of a puckered opening, but a separate, larger, wetter… gash. I traced my fingers along its lips and watched Loki’s eyelids flutter.

“If this is not too much against your preference?” he asked.

He?

She?

They?

It should be no surprise that the real Loki was somehow both, given his penchant for being either. There had been uncertainty in him when I touched his scars, but touching himhere, what I saw in his expression was worry that I would be the uncertain one, unwilling, or even repulsed.

I traced the lips again, feeling his wetness.

His?

“What is your preference, Loki? Let me understand you. Shall I think of you as he?”

“I… have no preference.” Loki chuckled. “He, she, that bastard—all acceptable and oft used.”

That bastardindeed.

“Heis fine, Oli. He or any other option is still me, so I have no preference other than wantingyouin me. If you truly do not mind this version?”

I looked between our bodies to take in all that he was. To take me in and how hard I remained, with no sign of wilting. “It certainly appears I don’t mind. Perhaps my true preference…” Icaught Loki’s gaze and held it as I shifted him atop my hips, so my cockhead began to enter him, into that softer, wetter cavern I had never known with another. “My true preference is the whole, complete you.”

Loki’s neck arched back as I pulled him onto me and thrust up inside him. His long hair fell from his scarred face, and I thought the depths of their grooves seemed somewhat fainter.

With every thrust, every arch of his neck or back or more fervent canting of his hips to match mine, he tightened around me. This passage was different from what I was used to, slicker, maybe even easier than the more familiar one to spear inside with a buck. But I had only known what it was like to be the one spearing since lying with gods. Different was simply different, and because it was Loki, I would have had it no other way.

“Oli,” Loki whined.

Especially hearing him moan my name when I began to move faster.

I reached around behind where I was inside him to feel his other opening, while watching the bob of his cock on my stomach. He whined louder when I circled my finger around that un-breached rim.

“Do you like it here too?” I pressed the tip of my finger in him, and he arched his neck back so far this time, he bared the full expanse of his throat.

“As… much as you do.”

Imp. “If only I had two dicks to accommodate.”

“Don’t tempt me to conjure another for you.”

Could he? I didn’t dare ask, or I’d see it proven true. “How about, instead, I fuck you in both?” I thrust my finger deeper, while thrusting my cock up. “And make you come once each from fucking you in both? Shall I?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

I hefted myself upright, causing Loki to yelp as he was tilted. I flipped us toward the foot of the bed, putting him on his back, never once losing our connection. Not my cock inside him anyway, but though my finger was dislodged, it found its way back.

“Ah-ahhh!” Loki tried to thrust against both finger and cock.

I was close, but he was closer. Because fucking him, makingloveto him, while opening his other entrance, was causing him to whimper more beautifully than any of the others.

“Oli!” Loki spurted his release, and I felt more wetness around my cock, a surge of it, though I hadn’t yet come myself.

I set to work readying Loki to come again, adding a second finger inside him, while more leisurely shallow-fucking the wetness I remained in, fighting my own release.