That's the first thing that floats to his mind, once he's turned over, leaned his head back on Thor's shoulder. Trying to find some compromise between cuddling and completely breaking physical contact, because Clint craves that affection right now.
It doesn't scratch the itch. There's the contentment of an orgasm, the vague fatigue, but under his skin there's still desire. All this has done is make it more violent. He wants to clash, and bite, and squirm. He wants bruises.
He's not willing to ask for them.
Fuck the whole not cuddling thing. Clint turns so he's pressed against Thor, his cheek on Thor's shoulder. If he's rejected or pushed away, that's fine. He can deal with it. Not like it's the first time.
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That's the first thing that floats to his mind, once he's turned over, leaned his head back on Thor's shoulder. Trying to find some compromise between cuddling and completely breaking physical contact, because Clint craves that affection right now.
It doesn't scratch the itch. There's the contentment of an orgasm, the vague fatigue, but under his skin there's still desire. All this has done is make it more violent. He wants to clash, and bite, and squirm. He wants bruises.
He's not willing to ask for them.
Fuck the whole not cuddling thing. Clint turns so he's pressed against Thor, his cheek on Thor's shoulder. If he's rejected or pushed away, that's fine. He can deal with it. Not like it's the first time.