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I'M DYING WHY THIS THOR WHY

[badluckwithplanes]

[He can finally catch his breath while Thor has switched to his hand rather than his mouth. His chest is rising and falling shallowly and he doesn't try to disguise his soft audible pants. But he's no longer on the verge of losing his mind to over-stimulation as he was. Still he remains hard in Thor's hand, body humming with pleasure, and he rolls his hips a little into his grasp.]

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

[dyingstar]

Right?

[ 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

[badluckwithplanes]

[Things we are learning today For Science, we guess: what it feels like to simultaneously be very pissed off and still be sporting a very hard erection. This is interesting. This has never happened to him before.]

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.

[dyingstar]

[ When Shaw says "give it a shake" it takes Thor's brain a minute to realize he means the packet of lube, not the cock he's still casually stroking. Like... to mix the packet? Shouldn't something explosive be the opposite, and not be shaken? Weird. Thor did miss that memo, though. Interesting that Shaw read it, and kept dangerous packets around when there were plenty of other options if you went looking for them. Probably out of embarrassment more than laziness, if Thor had to guess. Not that it matters how anyway, because past the initial explosion, the lube seems to be working as it's design, slicking Thor's hand and facilitating every squeezing drag of his fingers.

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. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[With him already hypersensitive, closer to the edge with his arousal, body warmed by chemicals all over his chest and stomach -- Thor's mouth going back to work on that just right spot on his leg pushes at an unexpected button, just too hard.

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.

[dyingstar]

[ Who knew all it took was a little bit of bruising kisses and self-warming lube to get Shaw gasping and begging like that? Not Thor, but he knows now. That's probably dangerous. But, dangerous in the fun way. Thor smiles, on the side of smug but warmed by arousal of his own, and he hums against the inside of Shaw's thigh and the red mark he'd put there with his mouth a moment before, while his fingers press, and massage, and warm, and do everything but the "in" Shaw asked for.

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.

[badluckwithplanes]

[His back arches slightly and he leans into those fingers rather than away. No, Thor is certainly right: he hasn't had this done to him in awhile. But that certainly doesn't mean he wants it any less.

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.]

[dyingstar]

[ It's gratifying to hear, that admittance at last that Shaw does remember that conversation, but also that what he'd suspected was true, that Shaw doesn't often let himself have the pleasure of being fucked like this, but that somehow Thor is lucky enough to be allowed. He'd be a fool not to be appreciative of that. And he does his best to show his gratitude, as he has been, with warm kisses against Shaw's hip, and then his stomach as Thor stands to lean over him, a knee pressed to the bed between Shaw's spread legs again, his free hand sliding over Shaw's waist and up. ]

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!

[badluckwithplanes]

[His teeth show as his face contorts in a grimace of bittersweet pleasure while Thor caresses his hip with his mouth like that. He makes no effort at restraint when that third finger is added inside him, he just reacts: clenching and pushing down much as he can from the awkward angle, trying to fuck himself on Thor's fingers as ridiculous as an endeavor as that is.

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

[dyingstar]

[ Those "please"s, that begging on Shaw's lips is even more attractive for how unexpected it is. And god, Shaw looks good like that, the need in his eyes, and the sound of it in his voice...

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

[badluckwithplanes]

[There's a very small, very quiet expulsion of "God" from his mouth, an utterance with no air behind it, as Thor enters him and he just goes limp, head dropping back, back arching slightly. It's been so long since he was filled like this, pinned and possessed, and Thor is everything he imagined and wanted.

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.]

[dyingstar]

[ That's perfect, the way Shaw collapses into the sinking feeling Thor gives, how he scrambles for purchase in Thor's shoulder, and Thor groans harder for that enjoyable spike of pain, kissing Shaw roughly as he's kissed, gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruised fingerprints there later, and finally, finally rolling his body, leaning back a breath's space between them, only to shove back in close again.

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. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[At first he doesn't move any part of his lower body. He can't. He still digs and clings to Thor's shoulders, leaning face into his hungry kisses; turning head away slightly to expose his jawline, his throat, in a pleading hint to have those sensitive places ravished further as well.

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.]

[dyingstar]

[ The kisses are good, but Thor doesn't mind when they're broken and he's offered Shaw's neck instead. He takes it just as hungrily, glad for more air as he sucks bruising marks at the join of Shaw's neck and shoulder and pants hotly there, forehead pressed to his shoulder as the pleasure builds, groaning his appreciation as Shaw cants his hips up and clenches his ass, increasing the tightness, the thrumming heat, better for the lube, like an electrical charge. Thor feels like a storm. ]

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. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[He's biting his own lips and setting his teeth, breathing a rapid constant hiss as he savors the onslaught of Thor's bristled hungry mouth at the pressure points of his throat. He can't, won't speak, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hear.

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.]

[dyingstar]

[ For as tense as Shaw is, inside and out, he still arches into the fuck of Thor's cock, and moans as Thor touches him, and it's all Thor needs to set him off, that pleasured sound forced from Shaw's throat and the jerk of the head of his cock under the quick pull of Thor's wet hand.

He gasps, and groans against Shaw's neck as he comes, still buried deep, and he struggles to keep the rhythm of his hand even as his hips stutter and his hips jerk reflexively, stroking Shaw's cock in the steady squeeze of his fist through his own climax. And Thor bites Shaw's shoulder as soon as he thinks to do it, moments later, and sucks another bruising kiss to his collar just below the spot, savoring the taste of sweat on his skin, the lingering throb of his body, and the heat from the lube, electric, that feels almost too much on his sensitive cock and overly-aroused skin. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[There is something just...indescribable, about feeling another man finish inside him. Especially when it's someone like Thor, after the things he's done to him and the stirred up way he's made him feel. All that tension and hunger is instantly satisfied - the wash of relief that comes from a desperate need being utterly quenched, all at once.

His head is spinning and he can't open his eyes. He feels the dizzy rush of having run a marathon, and some of the floating fatigue, with none of the physical strain. Just the high.

He goes slack on the bed, knees half-bent, head drooping backwards. At first his arms go limp. But as Thor bites his shoulder, awaking him halfway out of post-climax haze, he gives a short sharp "Oh!" and his hands go up to press palm-down against Thor's back, holding him to him.

He may be done but clearly he's in no hurry to quit savoring the moment or wake from the dreaming.]

[dyingstar]

[ It's a moment worth savoring, even after the pleasure fades to a dull throb, and Thor's glad Shaw isn't in a rush to push him away either, because he's happy to lie just where he is, a heavy weight on top of him, pressed against him, kissing warm and slow along his collar and against Shaw's neck.

For a while Thor's content to stay that way, warm and satisfied, and kissing Shaw's skin. But eventually the sweat on his back begins to cool, and even the lingering thrum of the lube begins to feel uncomfortable on his hands and face, and with a trail of kisses left down Shaw's chest, Thor rumbles. ]

That was wonderful. You are, Shaw. But we should get up and clean this mess I've made of you, before we're stuck together.

[badluckwithplanes]

[There's a content smile on his face, eyes closed, and he leans into Thor in a way that almost crosses the line into cuddling.

When he pries his eyes open again, in response to the other's words, it's with a note of regret.]

Right. There is that...

[With a quiet exhale he gradually pulls his hands away from Thor, resting them palm down to brace himself on the bed. He sits up, a little, and tries to slide backward to disentangle himself, gingerly.]