( Just to cap off the week of teleporting, Tony doesn't even notice when he's– with infuriating gentleness –dropped right into bed with his teammate. It doesn't matter, really, because The Dream is back full bore and feels inescapable as always, the death of Earth and an endless fall from space, with a whimper locked behind his teeth. )
( Thor doesn't need to sleep much and sometimes he's very restless, a man of action, but he's decided to try that reading thing his brother likes to lord over him. Not that he's never read, it's just not really a hobby of his typically. Thor runs very hot in body temperature, the downside of having electricity in your veins, so he's not wearing anything at all currently.
That fact doesn't bother him in the least when someone appears next to him, he's not modest, more so genuine curiosity at so strange an appearance. His lack of eyepatch though is where he does get a little vain, but it's not important right then. He glances over and recognizes his friend immediately, his bafflement turning into concern when he hears that whimper. )
Stark? (He puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.) Are you unwell?
( The touch registers to his senses, a warmth that wars with the frigid, brittle terror, seeping in through the cracks in his armor. It's enough to tear free with, the veil of sleep yanked away so hard that Tony jolts awake with a chest-rattling gasp.
The quiet safety of the room asserts itself; the dip in the mattress behind him says he's not alone. But there is Thor in his peripheral, calm, solid, and most importantly real.)
Ngh?
( Words are hard, and his heart's still racing. Tony drags his hands back through his sweaty hair and blows a breath out. Another displacement. Fuck. )
(Thor radiates warmth both in the sense of heat and in quiet support. He's a gentle giant when he's not burning with temper, otherwise very easy-going. He has had nightmares before himself, some that turned out to be true prophecies. Those are the ones that haunted him and he eventually did not outrun them. So he recognizes a nightmare. They are friends. He is always there for his.)
It's Thor, you're safe, my friend.
(Thor is a physical person so he doesn't hesitate from running his hand up and down Tony's arm in what he hopes to be a soothing manner.)
You accidentally teleported into my room. It seems to be happening all over the ship.
( It's the journey of Thor's big, warm hand that chases the last, lingering traces of fear. Tactile as Tony is, more so at this point in his life than ever before, the idea of being touch-starved seemed ludicrous until right now. Now, what calls softly through the empathy bond is small, beneath the way his confidence reasserts itself: don't stop.
Tony clears his throat, rubbing his eyes while he doesn't quite meet Thor's gaze. )
Yeah. Yeah– and outside it, too. I got to go planet-side early this week when I was teleported into the stratosphere.
(Thor only really stops being physical when people tell him to stop or he can sense from the bond or their body language they don't like it. Otherwise he is very open with his affection, especially when concerned for one of his companions. He decides to be more direct and puts one of his big bare arms around Tony's shoulders, almost as if he can shield the man in his arms from whatever torments him.
Thor is actually glad he's not trying to meet his gaze since he's been a little uncomfortable letting people see him without the eyepatch. It's a stupid thing to be vain about, but he still is. This is far more important than finding it though.)
You did? That is dangerous for a human.
(He has to worry about his frail human friends all of the time. His worry can be felt now.)
( ...fuck it. Seriously, fuck it, Thor's here and offering and, there is not a bone in Tony's body that's too proud to accept affection when he feels like hot garbage, least of all from a friend. He sinks back into the crook of Thor's arm, and it's awesome, so there. )
...Yeah, you could say that.
( Before he has a chance to ask any difficult questions about it, however, he addresses what Thor might not want him to.
...no, not his bare-assedness; it's his room for fuck's sake, Tony's the weird intruder. Leaning aside, he draws a circle in the air over his own eye, glancing aside at the Asgardian. )
(Thor is one of the best huggers in the galaxy so being cuddled under one of his arms is a very warm place to be. He's glad that Tony doesn't seem to mind and leans into it, taking the comfort that the Asgardian is offering openly. It is one thing to say he is safe and another for Tony to genuinely feel safe with him.
With only one eye there's so many things Thor's had to learn. For example, that he pretty much always has to turn his entire head to look at people, there's no looking askance anymore not even on his good side. He tilts his head toward Tony now and then looks embarrassed, glancing away.)
My sister cut it out. Is it making you uncomfortable? The patch is not far.
(Loki pointed out to him before that he unwilling to let people see him without the patch. Even his lovers he tends to keep it on when they stay over or him with them. The wound itself is clean now, it's just empty.)
( Never in a million years would Tony ever expect to see Thor, of all people, embarrassed by anything. It's oddly endearing. He can only imagine that part of it might have to do with who did it to him, the very cruelty of it, and leaving so obvious a wound on such a mighty hero. )
You know you're talking to a guy with an electromagnet implanted in his chest, right?
( He gives the glowing circle a contemplative tap through his shirt, tipping his head back against Thor's shoulder to look at him once more. )
C'mon, it's not that bad...
( Case in point, the way Tony has no qualms about reaching up to touch his friend's jawline, to coax him back around and face him. )
( Thor is generally a very confident person but he also may have been insecure enough that reassurances he's just as attractive with one eye have been appreciated. The vanity part is because he doesn't care about how it may affect him in battle, he's strong enough to counter any downfall in a fight, but it's the aesthetic he cares about. His body is otherwise perfect, his biceps bigger than some people's heads, he's big and impressive in every way. So this one flaw is bothering him, so sue him. )
Your face is still handsome and you can hide your chest with your clothes.
( Thor grumbles, more or less admitting to the shallowness of his problem with it. He gives in and looks back at Tony. He doesn't like only giving affection, he enjoys getting it back, little touches like Tony's hand on his jaw.)
They cut my hair too. Asgardian warriors wear their hair long.
( Please, compliment away, it'll only make his ego swell. The arrangement they've settled at is remarkably comfortable, despite its relative intimacy, as Tony allows himself to stretch out a bit, hip to hip. )
Yeah, ( he all but snorts, his fingers fluttering lightly over Thor's cheek, ) I'm sorry to report that you're still desperately hot.
( Thor's ego is fairly easy to go from bruised to swollen. He soaks in compliments. He smiles at Tony's response, flattered. It's not everyone who can be hot with a missing eye, he tells himself. Thor's openness makes the empathy bond always easy to tap into, so it's clear how easy it is to turn his grumbling into being pleased. )
Thank you, Stark, you too are exceptionally good-looking.
( All of their group is attractive, it just somehow ended up that way. His arm tightens around Tony to give him a nice extra squeeze of appreciation. He leans his cheek into Tony's touch, content. He's not touch starved since he touches everyone, but he still loves it. )
Will you tell me what your nightmare was? Perhaps talking about it will help.
('Exceptionally hot', huh? Encouraged, Tony chafes his fingertips in the bristles of Thor's short beard, having lapsed into contemplative silence. )
Will it?
( Maybe that sounded snarky, or sarcastic, but there's a vulnerable edge to his voice, a worry; a fear. They're in the middle of space, the exact last place he wants to be, and as far as he will ever get from Earth. Will rehashing it actually help? Will reliving it for an audience give him any relief, any closure?
Troubled, and not giving voice to it, he slides his hand back farther into Thor's close-cropped hair. Tony worries at his lower lip, and decides: )
(Thor shared his visions with others, but those were relevant, not exactly your typical nightmare. He too understands the resistance to being vulnerable with others. His outward-facing sunny temperament keeps him from letting some of his very careful walls show. He avoids serious topics too, if they're the kind that make him feel weak. He can hardly blame his friend if he is doing the same.
He likes the feel of Tony's fingers in his hair, that's one of the up sides to having shorter hair. His long hair was a warrior look but people really had to dive in deep to get to his roots which felt the nicest. Now it's easier. Thor touches Tony's cheek and runs his thumb along the lip he was chewing on. A little less platonic, to be honest.)
But you know if you want to talk, you can, yes? You are my friend.
( A frisson of heat works a slow, lazy path down his spine for that simple touch, his lips parting involuntarily with a soft sigh.
In the past, there was no anxiety that couldn't be remedied by the application of liquor or sex. He wants to tell Thor everything, difficult as it will be, but he also wants to scrub his short fingernails against his scalp and drag him in close, with a sudden impulse that makes his mouth go dry.
Tony makes it easy on himself– or complicated things entirely –licking the pad of his thumb, and pushing himself up to cover Thor's mouth with his own. )
( Thor would not say that he expected to be naked in bed with Tony Stark and kissing him any time soon, but he is adaptable and doesn't put up any resistance. There is a flare of attraction between them that would've been felt even without an empath bond. The lick on his thumb is the only warning he really needs before Tony surges up and Thor leans in.
Is it clearly seduction as a distraction? Yes. Does he care? No. Tony's lips are soft under his and Thor's hand moves from his cheek into Tony's hair, holding his head where it is. He kisses Tony back, letting his friend set the pace and intensity; if he's craving affection as comfort, Thor's willing to give him that.
Plus, he's always found Tony Stark attractive. It's not like this is the first time he's noticed or wondered. )
( Thor responds beautifully, and whatever minute hesitation Tony possessed soon falls away, unfettered attraction flaring along the bond. The god's big hand cradling his head like this feels immeasurably safe, too, and luxurious for it, enough for Tony to mold himself to Thor's naked side without a second's pause, as the prickle of his beard presents an interesting counterpoint to the gentle kiss.
Now that the way is clear, his hand slides from the nape of Thor's neck and down his throat, sweeping slow and sure across his broad, bare chest. Exploring, with the same focused vigor he reserves for only the most precious and interesting of technological curiosities.
Tony neatly scrapes his teeth over Thor's lower lip and kisses him deeply. Talk can come later. )
(Thor's other arm is still around Tony so he encourages him to mold himself to Thor's side, holding him close and secure. Goosebumps follow over his skin when Tony's hand wanders on him. A big and broad body like his just begs to be appreciated and touched, it's not as if he built himself this way and hid it away. He likes the feel of Tony's fingers on him, shivering with the touch of his teeth on his lip and returning the kiss with fervor.
His hand moves from Tony's face to run down his back and sneaks under his shirt, caressing up and down his spine. Thor breaks the kiss with some regret but he's gripping Tony's shirt, climbing it past his stomach.)
May I?
(Thor's still being gentle here, not assuming Tony wants to start stripping himself just because they're kissing and their hands are wandering.)
( A shuddering breath escapes Tony's lips, abs tight under Thor's knuckles. His hand is just impossibly warm, fueling all kinds of wicked desires Tony has little difficulty conceptualizing, licking at each nerve-ending like a flame.
...maybe he needs this more than he thought. )
Yeah, ( he manages, shifting reluctantly aside to make the shirt's removal easier. Once it's gone, the rt in his chest blazing cold blue light between them, he's quick to snag another hungry kiss, bringing up both hands to frame Thor's handsome face. )
(Thor's seen Tony's chest before, although usually with clothes on, and the blue light has always seemed like a soothing reminder of the lifeforce within his friend. Not everyone's hearts are aglow like Tony's, but he thinks it a fitting metaphor for him. The seconds apart when he moved the shirt seemed like far too much time not to be kissing him, going right into the next one with the same growing hunger as Tony.
He turns on his side to fully face him, his arm hooking around Tony's back to pull him fully against him. Thor's strength means he sometimes moves people without thinking about it, and he's not doing an abundance of thinking. Tony can feel Thor start to harden near him. In his experience here, the fact he feels both his desire and the other person's has a particular way of getting him going. Thor is, unsurprisingly, big in every sense of the word. Just under 'too big' for most people.)
( Tony gives a quiet huff when he's pulled in, slightly dizzy for the way that emotional bond feels like it's washing over him. It's not unlike the feedback he gets from the suit, through the neural link and the micro-repeater implants, taking in information faster than he's even aware of that his body, his brain uses to his advantage.
He doesn't need 50 microchips telling him anything right now though; Thor's cock is quite the insistent presence against Tony's clothed thigh. A laugh bubbles up in his throat, a kind of naked delight before he drops his hands to the waistband of his sweats. )
Where were you keeping that?
( Tony shimmies out of his sweatpants with ease and turns right back against his companion, offering his own firm enthusiasm. )
(Some people shy away from the empathy bond, and Thor understands that, but he leans into it. Especially when it feels amazing like in this moment. There's lust zipping between them but also affection and amusement and that easy camaraderie even in the midst of this. He waits for Tony to take off his sweats, eager to feel nothing but heated bare skin.)
You weren't being observant if you missed it.
(Thor grins, chuckling into Tony's mouth. He reaches over to forwardly grip Tony's very fine ass and pull him close. He arches his hips toward him at the same time and the chuckle turns into a throaty moan from the friction of them sliding together. This is a great way to clear Tony's mind of his troubles. Not that this is a selfless act, considering Thor's hard as can be. He dips his head down to kiss Tony's neck.)
Let me distract you. What do you want? This? (The friction between them.) My mouth? You can have anything.
( The wry retort he intended dissolves into a low moan, a moment lost to the rush of sensations, Thor's and his own. Tony slides his palm down Thor's abs, tracing the V of muscle with gliding fingers that soon drag through dark blond curls and wrap right around his dick, 'cause turnabout is fair-fucking-play. Or, the action implies, drawing away long enough to slick his fingers with a lick, I can just jerk you off instead.
Tipping his chin up, giving Thor all the access he wants, Tony affects a perfectly contemplative tone, like he isn't stroking him firmly, )
Well, now. 'Anything' sounds dangerous.
( Usually, Tony likes taking the lead, fulfilling his low key control freak tendencies with his high key need to see his partners enjoying themselves. Feeling greedy and not a little self-indulgent, brushing his lips to Thor's temple, he sighs. )
(Thor groans when Tony touches him, sucking on his neck and rocking his hips into the touch. That lick on his fingers is particularly suggestive too and Thor loves it, biting gently where the neck turns into his shoulder.)
I mean it.
(As if Thor ever says something he doesn't mean, especially not while intimate. It's likely not surprising that he's aggressive considering his everything, but he is very adaptable to his lovers. He smiles when Tony instructs him and goes right into action, encouraging him onto his back and moving his giant body on top. He is very careful with his human lovers; Asgardians are incredibly dense and heavy, but he can hold himself up easily with one hand. He knows exactly how much he can put on a human to make it tantalizing but not overbearing.
He kisses his way down Stark's body, curious about how sensitive the skin around the reactor is but not wanting to test that without his friend's blessing. Thor instead sucks one of his nipples into his warm mouth, his free hand moving down to curve around Tony's thigh and encourage his leg open to give Thor more space. His every movement is sure, confident, eager.)
( For one wild moment, Tony hopes he leaves a mark, even the faintest welt at the base of his neck. A reminder, as if the sight of Thor bowed over him like this, spreading him open, sucking again at sensitive skin, won't be burned into his memory.
Tony shifts slightly, knees bent so Thor can settle more comfortably in the cradle of his hips. He's taken a lot of people to bed, all shapes, sizes, and sexes, but few have felt as all-encompassing as Thor does right now, big and immediate, and so gentle.
Which, about that... Tony cards a hand back through his close-cropped hair, and drags his fingers into a loose fist. )
I'm not breakable, ( he tells him hoarsely, maybe reminding himself of that fact, too, ) You can be rough. I want it.
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Date: 2021-03-18 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-19 03:18 am (UTC)That fact doesn't bother him in the least when someone appears next to him, he's not modest, more so genuine curiosity at so strange an appearance. His lack of eyepatch though is where he does get a little vain, but it's not important right then. He glances over and recognizes his friend immediately, his bafflement turning into concern when he hears that whimper. )
Stark? (He puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.) Are you unwell?
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Date: 2021-03-19 01:20 pm (UTC)The quiet safety of the room asserts itself; the dip in the mattress behind him says he's not alone. But there is Thor in his peripheral, calm, solid, and most importantly real. )
Ngh?
( Words are hard, and his heart's still racing. Tony drags his hands back through his sweaty hair and blows a breath out. Another displacement. Fuck. )
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Date: 2021-03-21 04:29 am (UTC)It's Thor, you're safe, my friend.
(Thor is a physical person so he doesn't hesitate from running his hand up and down Tony's arm in what he hopes to be a soothing manner.)
You accidentally teleported into my room. It seems to be happening all over the ship.
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Date: 2021-03-22 06:15 am (UTC)Tony clears his throat, rubbing his eyes while he doesn't quite meet Thor's gaze. )
Yeah. Yeah– and outside it, too. I got to go planet-side early this week when I was teleported into the stratosphere.
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Date: 2021-03-23 04:59 am (UTC)Thor is actually glad he's not trying to meet his gaze since he's been a little uncomfortable letting people see him without the eyepatch. It's a stupid thing to be vain about, but he still is. This is far more important than finding it though.)
You did? That is dangerous for a human.
(He has to worry about his frail human friends all of the time. His worry can be felt now.)
Is that what's troubling you?
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Date: 2021-03-24 12:15 am (UTC)( ...fuck it. Seriously, fuck it, Thor's here and offering and, there is not a bone in Tony's body that's too proud to accept affection when he feels like hot garbage, least of all from a friend. He sinks back into the crook of Thor's arm, and it's awesome, so there. )
...Yeah, you could say that.
( Before he has a chance to ask any difficult questions about it, however, he addresses what Thor might not want him to.
...no, not his bare-assedness; it's his room for fuck's sake, Tony's the weird intruder. Leaning aside, he draws a circle in the air over his own eye, glancing aside at the Asgardian. )
What happened there?
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Date: 2021-03-24 01:11 am (UTC)With only one eye there's so many things Thor's had to learn. For example, that he pretty much always has to turn his entire head to look at people, there's no looking askance anymore not even on his good side. He tilts his head toward Tony now and then looks embarrassed, glancing away.)
My sister cut it out. Is it making you uncomfortable? The patch is not far.
(Loki pointed out to him before that he unwilling to let people see him without the patch. Even his lovers he tends to keep it on when they stay over or him with them. The wound itself is clean now, it's just empty.)
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Date: 2021-03-24 06:37 am (UTC)You know you're talking to a guy with an electromagnet implanted in his chest, right?
( He gives the glowing circle a contemplative tap through his shirt, tipping his head back against Thor's shoulder to look at him once more. )
C'mon, it's not that bad...
( Case in point, the way Tony has no qualms about reaching up to touch his friend's jawline, to coax him back around and face him. )
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Date: 2021-03-24 06:38 pm (UTC)Your face is still handsome and you can hide your chest with your clothes.
( Thor grumbles, more or less admitting to the shallowness of his problem with it. He gives in and looks back at Tony. He doesn't like only giving affection, he enjoys getting it back, little touches like Tony's hand on his jaw.)
They cut my hair too. Asgardian warriors wear their hair long.
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Date: 2021-03-25 04:52 am (UTC)Yeah, ( he all but snorts, his fingers fluttering lightly over Thor's cheek, ) I'm sorry to report that you're still desperately hot.
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Date: 2021-03-25 02:31 pm (UTC)Thank you, Stark, you too are exceptionally good-looking.
( All of their group is attractive, it just somehow ended up that way. His arm tightens around Tony to give him a nice extra squeeze of appreciation. He leans his cheek into Tony's touch, content. He's not touch starved since he touches everyone, but he still loves it. )
Will you tell me what your nightmare was? Perhaps talking about it will help.
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Date: 2021-03-26 03:38 am (UTC)Will it?
( Maybe that sounded snarky, or sarcastic, but there's a vulnerable edge to his voice, a worry; a fear. They're in the middle of space, the exact last place he wants to be, and as far as he will ever get from Earth. Will rehashing it actually help? Will reliving it for an audience give him any relief, any closure?
Troubled, and not giving voice to it, he slides his hand back farther into Thor's close-cropped hair. Tony worries at his lower lip, and decides: )
I don't want to talk about it.
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Date: 2021-03-26 07:16 pm (UTC)(Thor shared his visions with others, but those were relevant, not exactly your typical nightmare. He too understands the resistance to being vulnerable with others. His outward-facing sunny temperament keeps him from letting some of his very careful walls show. He avoids serious topics too, if they're the kind that make him feel weak. He can hardly blame his friend if he is doing the same.
He likes the feel of Tony's fingers in his hair, that's one of the up sides to having shorter hair. His long hair was a warrior look but people really had to dive in deep to get to his roots which felt the nicest. Now it's easier. Thor touches Tony's cheek and runs his thumb along the lip he was chewing on. A little less platonic, to be honest.)
But you know if you want to talk, you can, yes? You are my friend.
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Date: 2021-03-27 05:12 pm (UTC)In the past, there was no anxiety that couldn't be remedied by the application of liquor or sex. He wants to tell Thor everything, difficult as it will be, but he also wants to scrub his short fingernails against his scalp and drag him in close, with a sudden impulse that makes his mouth go dry.
Tony makes it easy on himself– or complicated things entirely –licking the pad of his thumb, and pushing himself up to cover Thor's mouth with his own. )
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Date: 2021-03-27 06:54 pm (UTC)Is it clearly seduction as a distraction? Yes. Does he care? No. Tony's lips are soft under his and Thor's hand moves from his cheek into Tony's hair, holding his head where it is. He kisses Tony back, letting his friend set the pace and intensity; if he's craving affection as comfort, Thor's willing to give him that.
Plus, he's always found Tony Stark attractive. It's not like this is the first time he's noticed or wondered. )
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Date: 2021-03-27 08:38 pm (UTC)Now that the way is clear, his hand slides from the nape of Thor's neck and down his throat, sweeping slow and sure across his broad, bare chest. Exploring, with the same focused vigor he reserves for only the most precious and interesting of technological curiosities.
Tony neatly scrapes his teeth over Thor's lower lip and kisses him deeply. Talk can come later. )
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Date: 2021-03-27 09:57 pm (UTC)His hand moves from Tony's face to run down his back and sneaks under his shirt, caressing up and down his spine. Thor breaks the kiss with some regret but he's gripping Tony's shirt, climbing it past his stomach.)
May I?
(Thor's still being gentle here, not assuming Tony wants to start stripping himself just because they're kissing and their hands are wandering.)
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Date: 2021-03-28 12:21 am (UTC)...maybe he needs this more than he thought. )
Yeah, ( he manages, shifting reluctantly aside to make the shirt's removal easier. Once it's gone, the rt in his chest blazing cold blue light between them, he's quick to snag another hungry kiss, bringing up both hands to frame Thor's handsome face. )
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Date: 2021-03-28 02:08 am (UTC)He turns on his side to fully face him, his arm hooking around Tony's back to pull him fully against him. Thor's strength means he sometimes moves people without thinking about it, and he's not doing an abundance of thinking. Tony can feel Thor start to harden near him. In his experience here, the fact he feels both his desire and the other person's has a particular way of getting him going. Thor is, unsurprisingly, big in every sense of the word. Just under 'too big' for most people.)
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Date: 2021-03-28 03:56 am (UTC)He doesn't need 50 microchips telling him anything right now though; Thor's cock is quite the insistent presence against Tony's clothed thigh. A laugh bubbles up in his throat, a kind of naked delight before he drops his hands to the waistband of his sweats. )
Where were you keeping that?
( Tony shimmies out of his sweatpants with ease and turns right back against his companion, offering his own firm enthusiasm. )
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Date: 2021-03-28 05:09 am (UTC)You weren't being observant if you missed it.
(Thor grins, chuckling into Tony's mouth. He reaches over to forwardly grip Tony's very fine ass and pull him close. He arches his hips toward him at the same time and the chuckle turns into a throaty moan from the friction of them sliding together. This is a great way to clear Tony's mind of his troubles. Not that this is a selfless act, considering Thor's hard as can be. He dips his head down to kiss Tony's neck.)
Let me distract you. What do you want? This? (The friction between them.) My mouth? You can have anything.
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Date: 2021-03-28 06:58 pm (UTC)Tipping his chin up, giving Thor all the access he wants, Tony affects a perfectly contemplative tone, like he isn't stroking him firmly, )
Well, now. 'Anything' sounds dangerous.
( Usually, Tony likes taking the lead, fulfilling his low key control freak tendencies with his high key need to see his partners enjoying themselves. Feeling greedy and not a little self-indulgent, brushing his lips to Thor's temple, he sighs. )
I want your mouth.
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Date: 2021-03-28 07:41 pm (UTC)I mean it.
(As if Thor ever says something he doesn't mean, especially not while intimate. It's likely not surprising that he's aggressive considering his everything, but he is very adaptable to his lovers. He smiles when Tony instructs him and goes right into action, encouraging him onto his back and moving his giant body on top. He is very careful with his human lovers; Asgardians are incredibly dense and heavy, but he can hold himself up easily with one hand. He knows exactly how much he can put on a human to make it tantalizing but not overbearing.
He kisses his way down Stark's body, curious about how sensitive the skin around the reactor is but not wanting to test that without his friend's blessing. Thor instead sucks one of his nipples into his warm mouth, his free hand moving down to curve around Tony's thigh and encourage his leg open to give Thor more space. His every movement is sure, confident, eager.)
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Date: 2021-03-28 11:42 pm (UTC)Tony shifts slightly, knees bent so Thor can settle more comfortably in the cradle of his hips. He's taken a lot of people to bed, all shapes, sizes, and sexes, but few have felt as all-encompassing as Thor does right now, big and immediate, and so gentle.
Which, about that... Tony cards a hand back through his close-cropped hair, and drags his fingers into a loose fist. )
I'm not breakable, ( he tells him hoarsely, maybe reminding himself of that fact, too, ) You can be rough. I want it.
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