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Thor and Tony ended up in the God’s room. Tony didn’t really care which room they frisked in, but he did want Thor to feel as comfortable as possible. Of course, that would suggest Thor was nervous about the near future prospects.
“Are you sure we should not see how Dr. Banner is doing? He seemed to need this more than I at this time.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll check on him tomorrow. He’d want to calm down in his own little bubble right now.”
Thor gave Tony a half understanding look. Tony didn’t impart any clarification. He instead went to Thor’s bed and sat down looking in Thor’s direction. His gaze changed as his eyes roved over Thor’s body. Tony leaned back slightly, balancing his upper weight on his hands a bit behind him. He leered at the god, his eyes smoldering as Tony chose that time to slowly bite his lip and rolled his body suggestively. “I’m going to show you how we play on Earth.”
A noise came from Thor, half between a surprised huff and a growl. Thor came forward, shedding his tight clothing as he did.
"That's it. Strip for me." Tony whispered, getting comfortable for the show.
Thor slowed in his undressing. Letting Tony see his biceps flex as he hefted his cream cotton shirt over his head. His torso rippled as he stretched for Tony’s benefit. An elated sigh was heard for Thor’s considerations. In times like these Midgardian clothes were easier to discard. His slacks and briefs were next; he rolled his hips out of it wanting to get another reaction out of Tony. Tony didn't disappoint; his eyes lit up and widened slightly. He knew Thor had way more experience than him, but hot damn to experience it in the flesh. The way he moved as if laying out promises for the near future.
Tony’s hands fisted; temptation was not going to win so easily. Not when he finally had this opportunity before him. He was planning on savoring it.
Naked now, Thor stood before Tony, half aroused already. Tony sat up and beckoned Thor to step forward. The god obliged. Tony lightly pressed his digits against Thor's upper thigh. Trailing up to his navel, he made it obvious that he was going to be a tease. Thor did not complain. He stayed standing, his Glory at attention beside Tony's left cheek, ignored for now. Tony's mouth was so close; Thor could envision the moist heat it would welcome.
Tony shuffled forward a bit as if he was going to do just that, but his mouth ascended past the desired location, lightly kissing Thor’s hip bone. His hands were not idle; both of them found Thor’s lower back, sprinkling it with ghost touches. Thor’s eyes twinkled with amusement but let Tony take the lead. Tony’s head went back to Thor’s more than adequate sized cock. He had half a mind to stop with the games and go straight to the finish line, but he held himself back for once. He let his hot breath brush over Thor’s godhood and was rewarded with a twitch. Grasping his penis with one firm hand, Tony tugged once, getting a groan for his trouble. Tony nipped at Thor’s inner thighs before softly kissing the slight sting away. His other hand was busy groping the god’s ass. He couldn't help it, it had to be done. One of his fantasies was blissfully prancing off his bucket list.
Thor’s hand brushed through his hair briefly, before grasping it tightly and rocking his hips towards Tony. His proud cock rubbed against his cheek now.
“Mm, pushy there,” Tony breathed. Damn, but if that didn't go straight to his dick. Maybe he should tease the god more. Thor glided his Glory towards Tony’s lips and he greedily obliged. Thor pushed in with a sigh as Tony began to bob his head back and forth without Thor’s urgings. Tony’s hand came back to hold Thor at his base. Thrusting his hand in the path his mouth withdrew from and following that pattern. Thor’s breathing was starting to hitch at times as he resisted rocking his hips in tandem to Tony’s ministrations.
Tony wasn't done with him yet. His brown eyes looked up at Thor’s as he continued. He flicked his tongue over the tip a few times before upping the ante. Thor shuddered visibly as Tony tasted a dot of pre-come. It had a little zing to it that the genius was curious about.
Abruptly Thor lifted Tony up from his shoulders and brought them both back down on the middle of the bed. Tony gave out an undignified squeak that he will never admit he uttered. Thor basically smothered him as he came forward, capturing Tony’s lips in a kiss. Tony knew, then, that Thor didn't need to be taught anything. It didn't take long for Tony to moan for more and not knowing really, what of.
He heard the god chuckling as he hovered above Tony, “A moment, to catch your breath.”
“Oh no, I need nothing of the sort,” Tony huffed. “What we do need is some lube. Like yesterday.”
“I’ve heard of this “lube” before. Is it similar to butter or saliva?”
Tony paused from scrambling off the bed, trying to mask his slightly disturbed face at the word “butter”. There were times where he found himself using saliva. It wasn't his greatest moments. He was young. “Remind me to never ‘do the do’ in Asgard. Sounds painful and all that.”
“Quite the contrary,” Thor said as Tony came back to the bed with a bottle of the stuff. Tony pushed Thor down then, laying him on his back as he straddled him. “There are numerous ways to feel pleasure; especially if the source is pain.”
Tony licked his lips at that statement. He didn't mind a little pain, but nothing too drastic. He decided that Thor was talking too much at the moment and thought to show him another demonstration.
“Look at me, Thor.” His voice deepened a note as he slicked his fingers up and pressed one at his entrance. Once he knew he had Thor’s attention Tony slipped one finger inside himself. He instinctively tensed but forced himself to relax. He breathed out slowing as he worked himself open. A second finger joined the first soon after. He started to rock on his own fingers, putting on a show for his fellow Avenger. Thor’s eyes dilated at the spectacle.
“Magnificent,” Thor breathed as Tony moaned in response. He shouted once he felt a much larger digit press against his two. It was also slick and pushing in without hesitation. Tony withdrew his fingers, in favor of grinding on Thor’s finger. In his rising lustful haze, Tony saw Thor bite his lip. One hand grasped Tony’s hip as a second finger entered, making quick work to find his prostate. His back arched once it was found and he cried out. Thor, the bastard, kept on hitting that spot. Now would be a good time to tell him Tony could come from just this.
“Thor—Wait… I want,” Tony stammered, pushing at the hand that was up his ass.
“What is it that you want? If your answer suffices I will give it to you.”
The smug fucker thought Tony would be coy about it. Wrong person buddy, “I want your cock up my ass, pronto.” He was panting now, “I swear if you keep o-on, fuck.” His brain short circuited for a moment as Thor’s fingers jammed in quite roughly. “Cock. In me. Now.”
Thor grinned as he withdrew his fingers. Tony actually, oh god why, whined as he clenched on nothing, “Under man of iron’s tutelage, my ass.”
Laughter erupted, “We are doing just that!" Thor rolled his hips to brush against Tony above him, to emphasize his point. "Or am I teaching you something Man of Iron?”
Tony didn't answer for once as he descended carefully upon Thor. They both gasped as Thor breached him.
“Fuck, shit. Dothatagain,” Tony moaned as Thor had bucked up all the way, sending a burst of pleasure through him. Far be it from Tony to say that Thor didn’t aim to please.
A pace built up between them: impatient, all consuming. Tony deliberately slowed down, grinding his hips on Thor. A guttural sound was his reward. Tony pressed his hands on Thor’s chest as he thrust himself upon the god, arching his back purposefully to get his sweet spot. He was moaning profusely now. He was close and he knew he was driving Thor to the same goal.
Thor clutched his hips then, “I'm going to make you cum untouched.” He growled, with a hint of urgency. Tony didn't know what Thor could possibly—
A shock, tiny shocks skittered up his sides, spanning out to his abdomen and down his own cock. It was too much, too sudden. The shots of pleasure sent him over the edge, dragged a keening noise out of his throat as his eyes rolled back in completion.
Thor was close behind. Tony, clenching almost painfully around him was the main factor of spilling his seed in the man riding him. Tony shivered from the aftershocks, before practically collapsing on top of Thor.
“We… We need to do that again.” Tony huffed, getting a rumbling laugh from Thor.
“Just to let you know,” Tony continued. “You are now dubbed Big Thunder.”