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"This is Shaw. Leave your message, get back to you once I can."
he missed that part of the tour. this'll be fine
Date: 2018-07-08 08:26 am (UTC)What message, that you're eager to fuck? On a planet designed for it?
[ He raises the glass and drinks all of it. Not a sip. He takes it like a shot, because it may as well be a sip, for what little it warms him. Tastes good, though. He saves the last of the sip in his mouth, and sets the glass on the floor also. He could refill it again, considers sitting on the other side of the room like he'd said on that beach, but he'd rather get his hands on Shaw now, so he continues pretending to forget. Instead, he leans down and kiss Shaw's mouth again, deeply, sharing that last sip with him by the push of his tongue, and chasing the taste even after it's swallowed down. He lets one of his knees fall comfortably between Shaw's thighs on the bed again, and starts opening the laces of his pants even before the kiss ends. ]
It's alright to admit it, if you're afraid. Of what people might say, what they might do to you if they saw you like I see you now, walking the halls with your cock out...
[ His hands are busy on his own pants, so he can't grab that cock for emphasis. But he shoves in a little closer with his knee, offering a little friction in the form of sliding leather before he leans back again to standing, and takes a few steps back before resuming that show from before, taking off his boots this time, and his pants, leaving only the black boxer-briefs beneath, a small square of clothing left on him that he removes also right after, and kicks aside. ]
WELP we're doomed
Date: 2018-07-08 04:55 pm (UTC)He can't help himself. He spreads his legs wider and slides close almost greedily, barely keeping himself from grinding rather than gently rubbing on Thor's thigh. The feel of the leather in this context is almost as good if totally different from skin on skin.
He's not sure anymore if Thor's words are intended as sexy teasing banter or completely serious. He continues to respond in his own fashion as if they're the former, trying to keep this exchange something like lighthearted in a strained attempt to cut back on how desperate he feels for Thor to do what he will with him.]
I could protect whatever passes for my 'virtue' if it came to that. I assure you. [His expression as he leers those words couldn't possibly look more, well...mercenary.] But it's not a sight meant for every pair of eyes. I'm far from ashamed but I am selective, over who gets to see this.
[Since Thor has already parted their bodies to attend to what's left of his clothes it's easier for Shaw to slip back on the bed, leaning back into a lounging position which with casual purposefulness shows off his stomach, chest and arms better. All he needs is a rose in his teeth, really; not that what he's got is anything on Thor. He still keeps the ability to make words happen after the other strips entirely, which he privately gives himself a gold star for. Not that it keeps him from staring directly at Thor's cock and thinking about how that's going to be in him soon - a notion which makes him both tense and shiver, in all the best ways.]
Wouldn't want just anybody to think they could walk up and I'd be ready for the taking. I like to be courted a bit first.
[He smirks on that last part, obviously teasing and yet...not: has what Thor's done count as "courting"? It's foreplay, at least, which yes actually, is what Shaw likes. He came into the stage of just being able to slam back a few drinks and messily pair off with someone in a bathroom too early in life. Now that type of thing just bores him.]
i can't wait haha
Date: 2018-07-09 04:18 am (UTC)Courted? Is that what I did?
[ Shaw presents himself like any painter would dream his model to be: practiced pose on the bed, begging to be thrown off his axis and defiled for daring to look so enticing. And it works as intended, luring Thor back in, clothing all gone, lube nearby, and a drink ready to be spilled in Shaw's hand. He's further back now, and kneeling on the bed isn't enough to get Thor close enough. He all but has to crawl to get back where likes, but that's fine. He can enjoy himself along the way. His hands skim over Shaw's bare ankles and up his calves, and his mouth falls after, pressing sucking kisses to the inside of one knee, and up, with words spoken in between. ]
Does that make this our wedding night?
[ He kisses the inside of Shaw's thigh, and the join of his hip just beside his cock, where he licks and sucks hard to blood another mark, hands spread wide to keep Shaw's thighs held down where they are. ]
maybe he should handle opening the lube...
Date: 2018-07-09 04:44 am (UTC)[He huffs a laugh, even as his head goes back and his eyes shut, savoring the hands pushing back on his legs, holding him in place, and the action of Thor's experienced mouth on that sensitive skin inside.]
I'd make a terrible hubby. Probably a worse wife. [He sighs, leaning almost all the way back on the bed, before lifting his glass finally to take a drink. The glass trembles as Thor continues his work.] Don't have it in me to even play at being domestic...it's not in my blood.
nah fail sex is fun
Date: 2018-07-09 06:07 am (UTC)"Domestic" is an interesting idea, and the idea of a man being a wife, as if husband and wifely duties are set by gender. Shaw should've met Thor's mother, or Sif, or Valkyrie, or any of the women of Asgard, really. He might think twice. For his part, Thor doesn't mind domesticity if it means caring for someone he loves. Shouldn't both people involved do that, clean and cook and help one another? He doesn't argue it though, only hums. He's not looking for a debate with Shaw's skin warm under his mouth and his cock ready and waiting, and so nearby. Which is exactly why he takes Shaw's cock in his hand then, to end any debate in the conversation, and drags his rough chin against the soft skin of it before following the scratch with the gentler press of his lips. ]
You're lucky then to have found a husband so willing to serve.
[ He breathes the words against the length of Shaw's cock, teases the head with kisses and sucks at the head only briefly before dipping lower and taking more into his mouth, a hand pressed hard just above his cock, low on his stomach, to keep his hips held down.
Good luck with that drink. ]
it is also ic for shaw to think to stop him from making a mess, tho, so either way really
Date: 2018-07-09 06:39 am (UTC)Whatever quip he could've thought to make at this point is lost. Thor's mouth is on his cock, those clever lips and tongue going to work on him, another of those big hands in place to keep from being able to move. Not that he'd be even considering moving.
Shaw swears effusively, in a breathless exhale. His arm jerks and what's left in his glass after that last swallow splashes around them. He lets the empty vessel drop from his fingers and it thumps to the bed, before rolling off the side to the floor.
He's going hard with comical speed against the roof of Thor's mouth; it's embarrassing, actually. There's color tinging the high points of his cheeks and forehead that has less to do with outright arousal than it might appear.
It's such a struggle to focus when he wants to surrender, when his body is already surrendering for him. But he glances around and realizes there are trails of liquor spilled all over the back of his hand. When he licks it off he does it slow and deliberate, keeping the action at an angle he'll know Thor can see. Even as he's starting to breathe heavy from what Thor is doing to him.]
i'm insulted on thor's behalf that you plan on having shaw do any thinking rn
Date: 2018-07-09 05:20 pm (UTC)He doesn't need to look up to gauge Shaw's reactions, but he's glad when he does on a long stroke back, tongue dragging under the ridge at the tip of his cock, hand following the slide up as he watches with arousal-darkened two-colored eyes, to see Shaw licking the back of his hand the same. Thor pulls off only long enough to smile, before ducking down and picking up the rhythm again with his mouth right where his hand had left off. ]
all i can say to that is LMAO
Date: 2018-07-09 06:55 pm (UTC)As his hands drops from his mouth at first he bites his lip and shuts his eyes. He can't hold it in for very long though as Thor keeps adding just enough to momentum to keep pushing that edge a little further. Always enough to deprive him of any sense of balance, always enough to keep him wanting more. He's gasping his breaths through an open mouth, one fist twisting around a clutch of sheets. The fingers of his other hand splay almost like a muscle spasm.
He looks down at the confident and heady gaze of the man tormenting his cock so exquisitely; at the naked expanse of that broad muscular body. How did a man that he read from the start as strong and impatient ever manage to become practiced enough at this type of finesse. He marvels at it - in the distant part of himself still able to think about anything right now other than how good he feels but also how helpless, a prisoner to his own body's thwarted reactions.]
Christ. Fuck. God, you, you...you're not a god, you're a monster.
[The gasped out words have a pleading keen to them, and despite his near outrage they're hardly meant as an insult. He doesn't want him to stop, what he wants, needs is more.]
1/2 here it comes
Date: 2018-07-10 03:03 am (UTC)The words make it pretty obvious. Thor laughs, low in his throat, as he pulls back finally, replacing the pull of his mouth with the stroke of his hand again as he answers, and his other hand searches the bed near Shaw's side for the lube from before. ]
I've never been called a monster for sucking cock before. I could stop, if you'd like.
[ Thor offers just to hear the opposite, and hfinally, his hand finds its aim in his blind groping. He grabs up one of the packets from the sheets, and then opens it as he's opened half a dozen of them before: by tearing the foil of it with his teeth. ]
2/2 the money shot
Date: 2018-07-10 03:03 am (UTC)Oh. Oh, it doesn't even taste good. Ugh. He spits again, this time into the sheets to clear his mouth, and wipes his face again with the opposite elbow before finally looking at Shaw for sympathy. ]
Wow. That's... awful. You should've let me use the strawberry one.
I'M DYING WHY THIS THOR WHY
Date: 2018-07-10 03:52 am (UTC)No, don't you stop. Don't you dare stop now, or I'll make sure you regret it, you bastard.
[This growled proclamation is full of heat and pleasure, a threat that is it's own kind of begging in response to Thor's taunt. He knows he's being led around now. As much as it makes a part of him want to hiss and spit, he's at the same time too far gone to care. If Thor hasn't quite reduced him to openly begging to be fucked yet, he's still stripped him of a lot of layers of chilly defense in an impressive amount of time, to get him to be so emotive in laying bare his raw need.
So caught up in it is he, head dropped back slightly, eyes half-closed, trying not to writhe against the sheets, he utterly fails to realize Thor's grabbed up one of the packets. If he did he would have had the presence of mind to remind him - to warn him, since Thor doesn't know what he does it would seem - that he has to be careful when opening them.
The next thing he knows is that sound, a big chemical splat as suddenly most of his body is drenched in chemical lube.
A long dead silence of shock as he stares at Thor and down at his body and at this mess. A single hard blink is the preface to him finally coming out of his disbelieving fugue.]
...Are you fucking kidding me.
he tries his best
Date: 2018-07-10 09:15 pm (UTC)[ Thor agrees with the sentiment, holding a hand up a lube-wet with a kind of "what do I do with this" expression. ]
Who knew it would do that! I've opened half a dozen of these packets and never had that happen before. I hope it's not toxic.
[ It sure doesn't taste good. But it's not eating through Shaw's skin and he's not scratching to get it off of him, so those are good signs. It still looks like lube. And so, Thor shrugs and uses it that way, grabbing Shaw's cock again with that wet hand and stroking. ]
How does it feel?
[ Sex researchers hard at work. Hire this man, Zenith. ]
he earns all of the shiny "you tried" gold stars i guess
Date: 2018-07-11 03:43 am (UTC)It feels like you were supposed to give it a shake before you tore it open. Did you forget already? Or if you missed that memo, I would've gladly told you...if only you'd -- you'd given me a moment to...ahh...uhnn...
[Thor's touch still feels good, damn him, but also now the lube's extra features are going to work. His chest, stomach and cock are beginning to feel warm and tingly all over. It's almost too much, considering how much of this is slathered across his bare skin. Like, it feels fantastic but it's driving him mad. It's like deep tissue massage that works you too hard when you're not prepared.
He needs to breathe in and out, nostrils flaring, eyelids fluttering, trying to get a hold of himself. When he speaks again his voice is a hoarse murmur.]
We've got too choices. Either you stop toying around and finish me off, or we need to move to the showers so I can rinse this shit off me.
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Date: 2018-07-12 05:13 pm (UTC)Also, it's.... heating up, which is a little alarming. Is it going to catch fire? That would be embarrassing. RIP Shaw's cock. And Thor's hair, what's left of it. ...But no, Shaw knows what this stuff is, and he seems comfortable enough "finishing things off" with it still on, so if the heating does worsen to fire, Thor won't feel responsible. In fact, Shaw seems more than comfortable for the way his breath rushes and his voice roughens. Thor hooks an arm under one of Shaw's knees and sucks a bruising kiss against that spread thigh between his words. ]
Ah, that's perfect. I was planning both.
[ His hand leaves Shaw's cock with one last long, squeezing stroke, and he gently palms Shaw's sac while his long fingers press lower, feeling the pucker of his ass with two lube-wet (and warmed) fingers, massaging with pressure, and no force. More teasing. "Finish me off" can take some time, right? Thor plans to. He licks a stripe of warm skin on Shaw's thigh before looking past his cock and meeting his eyes again. ]
Why don't you touch yourself for me? I'm not putting my mouth back on your cock with that stuff all over it.
[ Really should've used the strawberry. Of course, Thor has another hand; he could do it himself. But he likes a little active participation, and he wants the sight of Shaw jerking himself off to commit firmer to his memory for the next time he wants to entertain the idea. ]
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Date: 2018-07-16 05:15 am (UTC)His head drops back, his eyes fly shut, and his mouth parts as he makes a sharp gasping sound of desperate pleasure.
He actually clasps a hand over his own mouth once he realizes what he just did, startled. Like that's going to un-ring that bell.
There's no chance for him to try and get a hold of himself. Even as he's trembling with disbelief to be added as another note in the confusing symphony of things he already feels, in his body and in his mind, Thor naturally has kept moving forward. The next thing he knows is that hand is off his cock, which throbs in unhappy confusion at the sudden absence. And then, then Thor's fingers are almost inside him. Big, warm fingers almost inside of him, spreading the tingling slide of the lube to the skin there.]
O-oh...oh...
[He tries to straighten his legs from the hip down, fighting against the instinct to clench. When was the last time he let somebody do something like this to him? Touch that part of his body like that? Too long. He'd almost forgotten that strange, wonderful feeling.
His gaze darts down, looking almost like a frightened animal in the intensity of his lust. How every inch of him begs for more even as it begs for release from this heightening torment.]
Put them in. Put them inside of me.
[His voice is ragged. He doesn't want to give into the order easy, but he can't resist so instead he'll negotiate. Like that somehow holds any ground for him, when his voice is trembling and he's coming very close to pleading now.]
I want to feel that inside of me, do it. Please.
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Date: 2018-07-19 08:57 pm (UTC)He could keep teasing him. He wants to, and if it were anyone else, he might. After all, Shaw hadn't started touching his own cock yet, like Thor'd asked. But he'd promised kindness, at least this first time, and he can't resist hearing that nice "please" in Shaw's voice, anyway, made even better for all the time it took to earn it. ]
Are you already thinking about it? My cock spreading you open, when I haven't even fucked you on my fingers yet?
[ He does now though, pressing a slicked finger inside, testing the give, the tightness, in shallow thrusts before giving more. It's not that he wants Shaw begging. Except that he does. He likes that begging a lot, and Shaw's good at it, he's find out. But because he doesn't know how long it's been, and Shaw's certainly not acting like he's getting fucked every night. So slowness wins out, despite the protests, and Thor sucks another bruise on Shaw's thigh beside the first as apology, and distraction, before pairing a second finger beside the first and pressing that inside, also, slow and shallow at first, then deeper, and spreading.
He sits up higher on his knees, kissing from Shaw's thigh back up to his hip, near to his cock, where he drops more sucking kisses, and more heated words. ]
You've been thinking about my cock a lot, haven't you? You could've called sooner. I've been thinking about fucking you probably just as often.
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Date: 2018-07-19 11:05 pm (UTC)His legs fall apart to give Thor easier access to his inner thighs. His cock is throbbing hard now, not that from the sounds he's making and the way he trembles under the touches that wouldn't be easy to guess. The words Thor is saying aren't helping either.
Or rather, they are helping. Too much.]
Yeah. I've been thinking about it. Been trying not to but... [whispering, suppressing a hysterical chuckle] ...yeah. You're so -- big. And, the things. That you said to me. It's been a long time since I let another man ride me. I wanted this so much...
[One arm lands helplessly spread against the mattress over his head, the other resumes twisting a handful in the sheets to give him something to hang onto, some illusion of control. When Thor added that second finger he groaned in pleasure.]
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Date: 2018-07-20 02:55 pm (UTC)Mm.
[ Thor hums his agreement with his mouth somewhere around Shaw's ribs, and his fingers curling on the end of each slow, deep thrust in, before adding a third, stretching him wider with each lube-slicked plunge. ]
Then you've already done the teasing for me, and I shouldn't keep you waiting longer.
[ His free hand works what's left of the warming lube over his aching cock and....ah, that's a unique sensation. He goes a little breathless while his mouth finally finds one of Shaw's nipples and teases it with sucking kisses and the gentle pull of his teeth. And finally, by the pull of his hand and the tight squeeze around his fingers, and all the way Shaw writhes, Thor loses patience. He leans up just enough to take back his hands, grabs Shaw's thighs and pulls him hard back towards the edge of the back, back so Thor's cock is pressed between Shaw's ass, all the teasing and none of the in just yet, as Thor leans over him again, their bodies all but inches apart in most places, face to face and closer than they've ever been, but still not quite close enough. Thor breathes the word, nearly against Shaw's mouth as Shaw's pressed down into the bed by Thor's weight. ]
Ready?
sorry this took awhile!
Date: 2018-07-27 04:00 am (UTC)The way he breathes by the time Thor crawls over him like that - nipple still tingling an extra amount in addition to the effects of that Zenith lube, his entire body feeling swallowed now by Thor's heat, skin and muscles embracing one another, that dick he wants so bad just right there, tantalizing but frustrating - has become a very quiet whimper. A helpless plea for what he wants.
And he can't control it. How very submissively grateful he feels when it seems Thor is about to finally give it to him.]
Yeah. [He breathes the word as he gazes directly up into Thor's eyes, voice husky and carrying a tension of agitated longing that almost makes it tremble.] I...yeah. Yes, yes please. Please.
HARD SAME, it's been a rough week for tags
Date: 2018-08-01 09:18 pm (UTC)Thor groans even before he's canting his hips and finally leaning fully against Shaw, pushing his cock into him, lube-slicked and already heated by it, but still so tightly squeezed, even for all the care that came before. That groan turns into more of a gasp after, breathed against Shaw's lips, and it's not until he's fully bottomed out, deep as he can go, driven half mad by having to stay that way instead of immediately taking more, that he finally closes that last breath between them, and kisses Shaw's mouth hard, taking that for himself, also.
His hands dig harder than he means to on Shaw's hips, and even the little push deeper in for the force of that kiss sends a shudder of pleasure through Thor, leaving him breathless even through the hard press of their mouths together. God, that's good, finally, after all the teasing; it might even be worth the embarrassment of the exploding lube for how it warms everything it's touched, even Thor's lips, all left tingling and electric like the build before a storm. ]
it really has been lol sob
Date: 2018-08-06 04:44 pm (UTC)He makes quiet groans and murmurs against Thor's mouth, his hungry desires and desperate pleasure redirected into a kiss like he's dying of thirst and Thor is the last cold drink of water for miles around. Drinking, almost draining, lips working furiously against Thor's.
If his self-control is all but lost to the wind by now, then his tendency to posture certainly is. He's not thinking about how it looks or what it means to surrender himself completely, to admit what he wants. He craves it too much to consider a single thing otherwise.
He feels so much as Thor presses into him, so hard, like that, it's like he has no body at all. Individual feeling is lost as he collapses for a white hot moment into pure sensation. He's unaware of his arms as he claws the back of Thor's head and shoulders, keeping him close, not wanting to risk letting him go.]
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Date: 2018-08-08 01:35 am (UTC)He builds a rhythm that way, not slowly, but by inches, sunk deep, quickly, if not hard, rolling his hips, his body in an arc as he pushes Shaw down to the bed beneath him and pulls against the hard grip of Shaw's hands, sucking at his mouth, biting at his lower lip, and then kissing him full, roughly again. For all the build-up, all the distraction of that warming lube, and all the teasing before, now Thor's lost for it, happy to be swept over by desire, by heat, by the friction of Shaw's body and all the slick wet, tingling skin between them. ]
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Date: 2018-08-12 02:22 pm (UTC)He's breathing too shortly; inhales and exhales in a keening whimper, just shy of hyperventilating. He catches himself, breaks mouth open to force a deep gasp of air into his lungs, like he's resurfacing after a dive and preparing to back under.
Isn't that fitting though? He feels as though he's trapped in something that might as well be as heavy and dark as the ocean - pulled down deep into Thor's domination over him, helpless and floating free all at the same time.
He's pinned beneath the weight of Thor's hands and his body, acutely aware of how trapped he is against the bed. Existing in a small space with the sheets against his skin on one side and Thor's skin and hair and muscles on the other.
He lifts his ass invitingly into where Thor is fucking him, clenching to increase that friction to where it's surely almost more than either man can take. His hips buck slightly, unaware, as his throbbing cock tries to fuck itself against something, seeking its own respite.]
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Date: 2018-08-13 06:48 pm (UTC)God— Keep doing that.
[ He chokes out against Shaw's collar, fucking him roughly, steady, quicker than before, until the slap of skin is harder, louder than his breaths, and he takes a hand from Shaw's hips to grab and squeeze Shaw's cock caught between them to the same rhythm, because he's not going to last long, and damned if he isn't taking Shaw over the edge with him. ]
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Date: 2018-08-13 11:26 pm (UTC)The crude, primal sound of their bodies meeting seems beautiful in its own right in this context. Though it takes a lot out of him and brings it's own sting he's only too happy to comply and uses every muscle he has in that area to keep things nice and tight.
The noise he makes as Thor grabs his cock like that is a moan deep and vibrating, almost like a note of music. He squeezes his eyes shut as he leans into Thor's rhythm and even in the darkness of his vision everything starts to go white.]
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