( This is all he wants, just for a little while, this quiet exchange of touch, of Thor warm and solid at his side, his fingers in his hair, taking the time to really feel this out. Tony's eyes flutter closed as they kiss, and his hand traces the column of Thor's throat, gliding down to spread his fingers over his chest.
Thor's mouth is syrup-sweet from the pancake, contrasted by his scent- male musk, steel and leather, the lightning that rides the forward edge of a spring storm, and an impossibly ancient vastness that Tony has no name for, if the cosmos itself should have a scent. He slides his tongue over Thor's and presses forward, but the image that keeps coming to mind won't leave him: the fall, the unrelieved blackness of space, and Tony has to pull away, catching his breath. )
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Date: 2021-04-24 02:19 am (UTC)Thor's mouth is syrup-sweet from the pancake, contrasted by his scent- male musk, steel and leather, the lightning that rides the forward edge of a spring storm, and an impossibly ancient vastness that Tony has no name for, if the cosmos itself should have a scent. He slides his tongue over Thor's and presses forward, but the image that keeps coming to mind won't leave him: the fall, the unrelieved blackness of space, and Tony has to pull away, catching his breath. )