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OWEN SHAW | 35

Born and raised in London, resident of the world. Any more personal information given only to those willing to ask for it.

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"This is Shaw. Leave your message, get back to you once I can."

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[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.]