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♥ You're too good to me
Date: 2018-06-27 02:38 am (UTC)Also what the hell, Matt. Thor's not going to like hearing about note-comparing. He's a god, not a restaurant. ]
Do you have plans tonight?
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Date: 2018-06-27 03:06 am (UTC)[He was looking for Thor, actually. Disappointed he didn't see him.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 04:19 am (UTC)Perfect. Where's your room, and how soon can you meet me there?
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Date: 2018-06-27 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-27 04:52 am (UTC)[ But hey, if he's at the party and not there right now, they could still fuck in it. It's a 50/50 shot. Better Shaw's though, if it's an option. Thor would like to take his time with Shaw, like he promised, without worrying when a roommate might walk in and put a damper on things. ]
Is there something wrong with yours?
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Date: 2018-06-27 04:55 am (UTC)[Hey just pretend you didn't see that, Thor, because he sure doesn't know he sent it. Thanks intrusive thought to text features.]
Number eighteen. But give me about twenty minutes yeah?
LOL
Date: 2018-06-27 05:03 am (UTC)[ He's so caught off guard by the outburst
and also desperate to get laidthat he doesn't even ask what sodding bollocks is. And he's lucky enough that the thought doesn't send, either. Or unlucky. He's going to ask someone at some point and it's going to be at the worst time, is probably how that's going to go.He also doesn't own a watch or have a decent sense of time. So that twenty-minutes is more like fifteen, at best. He doesn't knock though, just lingers outside the eighteenth room and hopes Shaw is showing up, rather than inside. Or coming out. ( l a u g h ) But Thor'll only give it another ten minutes(ish), and then he'll knock anyway and try to open it, because what is patience, and also what are manners. ]
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Date: 2018-06-28 04:32 pm (UTC)Of course a few corners before reaching it he reminded himself he didn't want to make it appear that he had actually just bolted to be at Thor's side when called for. So he slows down, tilts his head back, and by the time he comes into Thor's line of view he's moving at his usual saunter.
His attempted suaveness might be thrown off by the way he blinks when he finds Thor already waiting for him.]
Anxious, were we?
[His expression is lopsided though. It's hard to feign superiority when he feels so strongly how much he wants this for himself.]
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Date: 2018-06-29 07:20 pm (UTC)Yes, terribly. But not so anxious that I've stripped naked outside your door. Would you like to help me with that?
[ He puts his hands on his belt and begins opening the buckle, still watching Shaw's eyes and the obvious anticipation already there, but he stops before his belt is fully open. ]
Or would you like to go inside?
[ He can't resist one little quip. He tries, but it comes out anyway with a sideways glance and a slightly wider curl to his smile. ]
We could find a closet.
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Date: 2018-06-29 07:32 pm (UTC)[The incredulous word escapes his lips and then his voice dies as his throat goes dry, dropping down to to where Thor's hands are at and his mind jumps ahead to imagining what comes next.
He looks up, color flushing to his face slightly, as he catches Thor's almost-smirk. At least that takes the edge off his arousal enough to think...straighter.]
Sorry, Thunderer. I prefer some room to move, when available.
[He unlocks the door and moves to literally shove Thor inside.]
C'mon.
[Of course, once in he realizes since he's been doing little but sleeping in this cramped shared space, it's not remotely tidy enough for company. Or extracurriculars. With a grumble to himself he swiftly starts going around the room gathering up whatever odds and ends Pilot may have picked up and shoving them out of the way.]
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Date: 2018-06-29 07:52 pm (UTC)He sees the mess when he walks in, but whatever's on the bed can be shoved aside. It doesn't bother him. At least, it doesn't bother him until Shaw begins cleaning. Like... Really? We're going to do that now?
But fine, if that's what makes him feel more comfortable. Thor wanders in the opposite direction around the small room, trying to keep out of Shaw's way while also looking at the "odds and ends" that Thor certainly doesn't remember seeing in his own room, the few times he's dropped by it. ]
Are you starting some kind of collection?
[ He picks up what looks like (and he's hoping is) a packet of lube, but on closer inspection, as he squints at it, it seems to be some kind of edible... something? There's strawberries on it.
Yeah just touching your roommate's stuff, don't mind him. He's going to rip it open and try to eat it in a second too if you don't stop him, fair warning. ]
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Date: 2018-06-29 08:22 pm (UTC)[He snaps out this response, more terse and grumpy than he was but a few moments before, that's for sure. But almost anything to do with Pilot makes him irritable.
He's swept enough space that the junk won't be distracting to him and Thor probably won't break anything when he starts throwing him around the place, or whatever he's planning on doing -- god, some part of him still can't believe he's doing this. He hasn't been full-on buggered in a good five years or so, is this really the best way to get back into it?
He lifts his head to look back at Thor, and Thor's biceps, and shoulders, and everything, to remind himself of what he damn well already knows. That yes, this is what he wants to do, absolutely.
Of course he looks up in time to see Thor doing something questionable to something likewise questionable and he goes to try and pull it out of his grasp.]
Don't touch that. The one I'm stuck sharing this room with is even more of an alien than you are, so who knows what kind of shit he's into.
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Date: 2018-07-01 08:28 am (UTC)You mean he looks less human. ...If it's any consolation, my roommate does look human, except for all the metal in his face, but I haven't fucked him, either.
[ Because that's why Shaw is really upset with his roommate, right? Because he's not deemed attractive enough to sleep with? Anyway, the room is clean enough, Thor thinks. He pushes into Shaw's space, hands pulling at Shaw's shirt to free it from his pants, and to feel the muscles of his stomach through his shirt while also using his weight and steady steps to push Shaw back more towards the bed behind him. ]
Good thing there are plenty of other available, attractive humans (and human-looking aliens) around.
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Date: 2018-07-01 11:35 am (UTC)[His heated protests as to why he doesn't get along with Pilot however will just have to wait, it seems. Or never happen at all. Since Thor is clearly not interested in them, and what he is interested in is very clear.
Out of reflexive habit more than anything he tries to hold his ground and even push back a little when Thor starts herding him like that. But he'd have more luck trying to go toe to toe with a mountain. Unf. That and the rough warm shape of the hand pawing his stomach is enough to get him not thinking at all about his room mate.]
...Good thing, yeah.
[Feeling his way up Thor's biceps, and going to rest a hand on his chin so he can tangle fingers a bit in his beard.]
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Date: 2018-07-02 02:37 pm (UTC)That's distantly in the future, though. For now, Thor gets to enjoy it, making a clever man go mindless under his hands. He keeps pressing forward against whatever show of resistance he receives, until Shaw is fully backed against the bed. And Thor adds a knee pressed between Shaw's legs then, to add to the steady press backwards, so that when Shaw is forced to fall back to sitting on the bed, Thor's able to drop smoothly with him, a knee on the bed, leaned over him, and no contact lost.
Contact gained in the drop, in fact, because Thor doesn't stop pushing forward, and as his hands caught between them start working open buttons, he keeps his mouth busy on Shaw's neck, kissing his skin, biting and sucking gently, breathing warm and speaking just below his ear in low, heated words. ]
What did I promise to do to you once I'd gotten you onto a bed? I can't remember.
[ He can remember every word, actually. But it'll be fun to hear Shaw repeat it back. And more than that, it'll be a measure for Thor of how much he actually wants any of that— the slowness, the teasing, the exhibition of what Thor had promised— to actually happen. Of course, Thor would enjoy the picture he painted exactly the way he'd said it, but if Shaw would only be uncomfortable through it all, it wouldn't be as enjoyable for either of them. This, simple touching instead of teasing, is just as easy for Thor to enjoy. The wonderful thing about sex is how many options there are for all involved. ...Also, you know, the sex itself is pretty great. ]
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Date: 2018-07-03 02:11 am (UTC)His fingers grip to Thor by the bicep, moving up until he's curling into his shoulder -- christ, his body is so solid, it's like pawing at a living rock almost. Before he knows what he's doing he's digging his heels in and trying to put all his weight from hips down into the floor, not because he wants to stop Thor at all but precisely because he wants to see if the other can really just keep pushing through his resistance like that. And he can, it turns out. His body surges forward without even slowing down, and why is it that something like that is turning him on so much? Shaw doesn't know, but he can feel his heart start to race and that dry taste of need is already on the edge of his tongue, which struggles not to glue itself to the roof of his mouth.
No one on Earth could do this to him so easily. But then Thor is very much not from Earth.
He barely registers his legs hitting the edge of the bed - there's a flash of hesitation, a moment where his brain tries to form the thought wait, but then there's that muscled leg between his legs pressing against his thighs through the fabric of his clothes and no, he can't stop this, he just can't. He can't even make himself try.
Somehow he has one hand gripped around the back of Thor's neck and the other still clinging for dear life to his shoulder and the simple dropping motion of him winding up seated on the bed made his head spin dizzily like the world was flipping upside down. He hasn't felt this wonderfully out of control in -- he doesn't remember. He doesn't know. His eyes squeeze shut reflexively and in response to the mouth delicately assaulting his neck he gives out a sharp "Ah!" of startled, helpless pleasure. Everything about him, his whole life, is constantly in momentum, constantly fighting: sex is one of the few things that can take it all out of him. Put a calm in him, a quiet that can never last nearly long enough to know peace. But how indescribably wonderful to be pinned by a force so strong he's defeated into being utterly still.
And then Thor has to go and ruin it a little by opening his mouth. A distant tickle of self-consciousness, brought on by pride and indignation, makes Shaw struggle to open his eyes again. He frowns and it isn't just addled wits that make him mutter as he tries to speak. His hesitance though is paper-thin, born as much out of stubbornness as it is anything.]
I, erm, don't remember either...not really...
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Date: 2018-07-04 03:13 am (UTC)He starts now, with one last kiss and a gentle bite of Shaw's ear, by leaning back enough to see his work, and smiling as he raises an eyebrow in mock-concern. His hands have Shaw's shirt opened, but there's another, thinner one beneath still in the way, and with Shaw clinging like he is, Thor doesn't bother to take the outer one off before pushing his hands up under the second one, rolling it up on the catch of his thumbs as his palms feel up Shaw's warm skin from stomach to chest, and he admires that view also, briefly, while he speaks in a voice low with want. ]
No? Damn, that's a shame. I know it was good.
[ He leans in again, his hands wide and pushing against Shaw's shoulders beneath the shirt, a knee still pressed between Shaw's thighs for him to straddle, and he forces him back down into the bed, bowing over him, mouth kissing a new place on his chest with every few words. ]
Well.... once I have you tied and gagged and begging for release, you won't be able to tell me. So if you remember anything I'd said before we get to that point, you might want to say something.
[ It's an empty threat, because Thor has no intention of doing any of those things. ...Well, maybe that last one, but certainly not the first two. Not with a man he hardly knows who hasn't asked him for it. He's only trying to get a rise out of Shaw, to get him to say what he wants, as he intended by asking the question. And however he answers, if he answers at all, Thor's already found his own entertainment by kissing Shaw's ribs and the space between, over his heart, and one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking, and teasing each gently with his teeth. ]
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Date: 2018-07-05 03:29 am (UTC)Before he knows it his torso is exposed, one layer of metaphorical protection gone and the other all but removed entirely. He has the fleeting thought Thor may rip his undershirt off rather than waste time and christ but soon as he thinks it the notion sends an electric thread of arousal through him all the way to his groin. The interplay of coolness across his suddenly bared skin and heat from the rough strong palms feeling him; taking possession of him with casual confidence Shaw can't but appreciate, even admire. Without realizing it he's rocking into Thor's knee slightly, until he's pressed all the way down on his back now and Thor's over him, his mouth everywhere on him, and he can't move an inch. He just can't.
Again however it's the sound of Thor's voice that breaks the spell a little, for as seductive in its own way as that hearty rumble is the things it's saying to him prick his pride and wake in him a sense of alarm. He wouldn't repeat what Thor said to him before because all he could think was 'He wants me to beg for it' with indignation; like he wasn't begging for it with his body already, enough. Shaw doesn't do the whole dirty talk thing in the bedroom, he's not used to this. He's not used to kink. He still thinks it's all about power and so to him it's starting to feel like Thor's playing an unnecessary game just to suit himself.
And then Thor goes on like he's going to tie him up and gag him and that sends an angry revolt shooting through, along his spine to his fingertips and wakes some of the feeling in his limbs again. He feebly struggles, still numbed and sluggish to the pleasure, and tries pulling his arms free even as he lifts his head, voice rising thickly from his throat to snap at him.]
No. You're not gonna do that to me -- nnngh... [He has to shut his eyes again, throwing his head back as he clenches teeth against a moan, distracted and flustered by Thor's mouth and teeth expertly working his nipple.] Don't you dare. Don't you dare...
[He's somewhere trapped between helpless-aroused and helpless-angry. Knowing there's not a damn thing he could do to stop Thor if he wanted to really manhandle him; not even entirely sure he might not enjoy it if he did. But resenting the hell out of the idea he might unwillingly find out.]
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Date: 2018-07-05 07:39 am (UTC)Alright, alright. No bondage.
[ Thor relents, his hands letting go of Shaw's shoulders to press against his ribs instead, not pushing down, but feeling out the curves of muscle and bone and warm skin, down his stomach and his sides. He keeps teasing one nipple with his mouth for the good sounds Shaw is making from it and how he rocks his hips, to see if maybe a little over-sensitivity might be enough to wring a true moan out of him. But he relents eventually, dragging the scratch of his beard against Shaw's skin on the way up higher on his chest where that undershirt is caught. Thor pulls it with his teeth before asking. ]
Take this off for me.
[ And then he follows the path of his hands with his mouth, kissing down Shaw's chest, his ribs, and down his stomach, as low as he can reach bent over while he is, while his hands drop even lower to open Shaw's belt. ]
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Date: 2018-07-05 06:22 pm (UTC)But even as he's breathing quickly to recover from that needless bit of exertion on his part those hands are stroking his sides, feeling out his bones and muscle, and it just feels so good it's easier to relax back into it. It isn't long before he moans again as Thor keeps going, sound still trapped in a closed mouth, but eventually he's giving audible soft pants as his jaw and lips fall open. Maybe that's a good consolation prize? Thor probably deserves something by now. For his part it's all Shaw can do right now to go back to feeling up the muscles at the back of his neck, all but clawing at that juncture where it meets broad shoulders as he holds on for dear life. He's usually way more...involved, at this point, but christ; that feel as the edge of Thor's strong jawline works against his chest, the soft scratch of his facial hair as he heads towards the hollow of his throat. It's all he can do to lie there with his eyes shut and give over to it, though almost involuntarily his hips keep pushing up to try and rub against Thor's body a few times.
And then of course the other man is talking again, but this time it's simple. This time it's an order he can easily comply with.
He takes a gasping second to catch his breath and then he fumbles his way into a halfway sitting up position, dragging his undershirt off like it's continued presence on his body offends him personally.
He tries not to rise any further, dipping chin to his chest as he watches riveted as Thor kisses his way down, enjoying the sight almost as much as the feel of it. Rests his weight on his hands and tenses with anticipation as those hands find his belt, the heat in his body like a taut bowstring on the verge of being plucked.]
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Date: 2018-07-05 08:39 pm (UTC)But Thor's aiming lower anyway, now that he has the belt opened, and then the fly of Shaw's pants. He pulls the slacks lower by the waist until they're barely riding on Shaw's hips, almost falling off of him, well below his clothed cock and out of the way. And there's more skin for Thor's mouth to find then, as he sucks a new bruise low onto one of Shaw's hips, his hands spread on his thighs, squeezing, before he drops even lower than that, nuzzling and mouthing Shaw's cock through his underwear, breathing warm and wetting the fabric with his tongue.
It's a shame he won't get the begging he would've liked or the story he'd painted for them on that night beach. But with all that closet talk, he can understand why. It's fine. He'll treat Shaw like a virgin this time, give him what he wants but won't ask for, and then once he's comfortable, a few days or weeks from now, Thor will try again. He's nothing it not stubborn, and he isn't easy to shake when he wants to make himself a nuisance, which Shaw all but begs for even without a word. ]
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Date: 2018-07-05 09:11 pm (UTC)Thor might get what he wants yet, reaction-wise, though it'll take a lot of persistence. Shaw after all is far from a virgin: and he doesn't want delicate, he actually does want rough. But he's so used to control, so used to seeking power; he tends to top other men automatically without necessarily even planning for it. The only way he knows to find pleasure in yielding is after he's done his best not to. He doesn't know how to give it up without a fight.
Especially with someone like Thor, who like it or not reminds him more of the men he's spent most his working life around - the men he always hid part of himself from, typically, rather than start a scene. He's not used to showing weakness, even pleasured weakness, to a man like that without being mocked for it. Without being made to pay, even hurt. He's not in the right mindset to know this is a safe place for him to keen and beg, to be more vulnerable in his wanting for a change.
In his mind he's already giving Thor plenty, offering what he has. Holding the door open for him to keep taking more, just so long as he doesn't mind not being handed it.
As he pets Thor's head aggressively his thumb strokes a path against the ridge of his brow and his hand finds a good hold by resting just behind his ear. He reaches down with the other though to give a tug at Thor's own attire, snapping the fabric of one shoulder strap.]
What about these? Don't I get a show, too?
[They're well on the way to none of his clothes being involved anymore, he thinks it's only fair Thor start losing his shirt too.]
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Date: 2018-07-07 08:00 pm (UTC)Ah, he can speak!
[ Since Shaw doesn't ask just for the vest to be removed, but for a show, Thor decides to have fun with that. (rip Owen) With one last gentle drag of his teeth over the fabric wet from his mouth, Thor leans back further in his kneeling, slow to do it, hands dragging over Shaw's thighs, before he stands and loses contact, and steps back further. Rather than the vest, he starts with the bracers on his wrists, which he doesn't usually bother to take off, but he wears so little, it wouldn't be much of a show just to lose his shirt. The bracers each have a buckle, and it takes him a few moments to loose and pull off each one, and he does both while watching Shaw with the ease of practice. ]
You know, I think I remember something like this in what I told you by the ocean. What was it?
[ He opens the buckles on the side of his vest without rushing, pretending to think when he remembers every word. It was the reverse of this, but that's fine. Thor's never been good at following plans exactly as they're made to be followed, anyway. He pretends to realize. ]
Ah, me stripping down while you fingered yourself for me. I think that's how that went.
[ It wasn't. More importantly, though... Thor shrugs out of his vest, and lingers only for a moment to allow Shaw the view of him bare-chested, before he drops the vest aside and turns, lets Shaw enjoy the sight of his back as he paces back around the room. ]
There's lube in here, right?
[ Hopefully, or Shaw's not getting fucked. And hopefully he directs Thor where to find it, or Thor's going to paw through all of his roommate's things again while seeking some out. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 01:27 am (UTC)Caught in this reverie at first his only reaction to Thor's jest is to stare with mouth half-open in the stupidest look of bemusement.
He blinks, slow, and then finally enough of himself surfaces for air that his mouth closes to twitch with a scoffing smirk. Acknowledging the remark as a fair shot, but not entirely laughing along with it.
Of course by then Thor has moved along to actually giving him said show and though his expression stays relatively set it still becomes increasingly heated and hungry as the other man goes through the motions of undressing, slowly. He doesn't mind the lingering over the bracers. Though he wasn't anticipating Thor responding so literally, he does like a little show. Considering he's into both competence and combat, there's actually something particularly arousing about watching those big rough hands work apart his almost medieval armor with such experienced ease. Hot. Another addition to the growing list of things he didn't know he was into before this place.
He sits there on the bed, leaning back on his hands. And then the vest actually drops and he sees the size of those muscles rippling beneath his skin and...oh. Now that. That sure is something. He has to bite his lip and breathe out through his nose with an audible "uhnf".. He's not entirely successful at holding back a longing grin, neck craning to watch the subtle movement across that broad back as he swaggers away; yet another fraction of a pause before he responds to a question.]
Ahh. Eyuh. [Dammit brain, focus. Process words.] Uh, yeah. Over there, in that drawer. Top on the left. There's liquor in there too.
[A mostly full heavy glass bottle of something dark amber and strong but smokey sweet, and several packets of that experimental lube he's been hoarding. Both tested out first, by him, on Matt as a matter of fact.
While Thor's back is turned, Shaw remembers he's still half-wearing his jeans, and that his briefs are still on. Swiftly he goes to take care of that, unlacing his boots and then tugging down his remaining clothes, intending to kick them aside. There's an audible thunk as the boot-sheathe of the knife he's rarely taken off since his arrival here hits the floor, and he mentally curses himself, startled and annoyed. Swiftly he tries to shove everything back under the bed with his foot and hopes Thor didn't hear that and wonder.]
oh god the experimental lube LOL
Date: 2018-07-08 05:36 am (UTC)He finds the lube first, in packets he hasn't seen before, and takes all there is, because more is always better, and he doesn't plan on crossing the room again, or being so far away from Shaw's skin if he can help it. He lifts and eyebrow and glances over his shoulder again at the mention of liquor. It sounds like something of an admittance that Shaw does remember that conversation, but Thor doesn't call him out on it, only takes the bottle up and uncaps it, inhales the smell of it, decides it's far better than whatever was in that utility closet he found, and closes it off again, drawing two glasses and the bottle in the spread of one hand while the other's occupied with those packets. (He doesn't hear anything but shuffling, besides the clatter of glass he makes himself.)
Thor stops as he turns back to find Shaw naked for him, and there's a pleasant sight. He didn't even have to ask. He looks surprised at first, but the expression melts quickly into something please, and warm, with hunger as his eyes rake shameless over Shaw's thighs, and his cock, and his stomach and chest as he closes the distance, and stands over Shaw, unnecessarily close, the crotch of his leather pants at eye-level close, and offers Shaw the hand with the glasses and bottle, to take one for himself, and he drops the packets of lube on the bed at Shaw's side for use later, to free his other hand so that he can take the bottle and pour them each a glass. ]
That's a good look for you: naked. You should wear it more often.
just remember to shake it GENTLY thor, GENTLY
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