( Absolutely quivering by the time Thor lets up his onslaught, gasping imprecations and decorated in a fine sheen of sweat, it takes Tony a sec to realize what he's been told, for it to sink in. His heartbeat is loud in his ears, sure that Thor can hear it even over the handful of deep breaths he takes, his whole expression limned in needy lust.
Fisting a free hand in the sheets, he drags his heel down Thor's back, on the way to planting it on the mattress at his side. Tony braces himself, muscles taut, moaning softly as his cock slides right to the hilt in Thor's lovely mouth, his throat.
The next snap of his hips is not at all gentle; it's hard, purposeful, even possessive, something he wouldn't try with any partner but Thor. As shameless as Tony is in the sack, he's not embarrassed to let go, to feel the familiar pressure building as he fucks Thor's mouth in earnest. )
Fuck,( he breathes, almost conversationally, cradling the back of Thor's head with his other hand, ) I'm gonna come–
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Fisting a free hand in the sheets, he drags his heel down Thor's back, on the way to planting it on the mattress at his side. Tony braces himself, muscles taut, moaning softly as his cock slides right to the hilt in Thor's lovely mouth, his throat.
The next snap of his hips is not at all gentle; it's hard, purposeful, even possessive, something he wouldn't try with any partner but Thor. As shameless as Tony is in the sack, he's not embarrassed to let go, to feel the familiar pressure building as he fucks Thor's mouth in earnest. )
Fuck, ( he breathes, almost conversationally, cradling the back of Thor's head with his other hand, ) I'm gonna come–