He wants nothing more than to be able to spool up his defensiveness again. Lock himself up, nevermind that Thor just fucked him through the best orgasm he's had in months, nevermind that he chose this freely and enjoyed it well.
He winces, his own body gripping a little too tight. Just -- soreness. Reflex.
"Yeah," he says, "could you pull out, for just a sec--?" And he shifts away from Thor, so that Thor's dick pulls out of him. His body clings for a brief moment as the head is caught at his entrance, and then he manages to breathe, bereft and empty.
He twists under Thor, turning onto his stomach. Knees open, thighs open; he exposes himself. This way will be better. He's always found an easier time relaxing into an angle like this. And that's what he wants right now. To relax, to drift.
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He winces, his own body gripping a little too tight. Just -- soreness. Reflex.
"Yeah," he says, "could you pull out, for just a sec--?" And he shifts away from Thor, so that Thor's dick pulls out of him. His body clings for a brief moment as the head is caught at his entrance, and then he manages to breathe, bereft and empty.
He twists under Thor, turning onto his stomach. Knees open, thighs open; he exposes himself. This way will be better. He's always found an easier time relaxing into an angle like this. And that's what he wants right now. To relax, to drift.
"Okay," he says. "Go ahead."