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st_ormbreaker) wrote2018-09-04 04:17 pm
st_ormbreaker) wrote2018-09-04 04:17 pm
In Tents
Thor hasn't gone camping in a few years.
The last time he went camping, it was with Jane Foster, Darcy, and Darcy's intern, who Thor was pretty convinced was her boyfriend. For most of the trip, Darcy and her intern were fighting loudly; Jane was constantly on her cellular phone because her calls kept dropping and there was some emergency at a conference she was guest speaking at; Thor spent much of that first evening casually eating a bag and a half of marshmallows at the fire before Darcy voiced her protest and he was barred from eating more for the rest of the trip, much to Thor's dismay.
Thor might have overpacked for the trip, but Thor was of the mind that it was better to be overprepared than under -- and that it was better to have too many marshmallows than not enough. When four hours had passed and they reached their destination, he set down their belongings and began to set up camp.
"I never pegged you for the camping type," Thor says, pulling the tent poles out of their sheath. Maybe he was, and Thor had just never known it. It just always seemed like Tony was into tech so much that he couldn't stand to be without it.
The last time he went camping, it was with Jane Foster, Darcy, and Darcy's intern, who Thor was pretty convinced was her boyfriend. For most of the trip, Darcy and her intern were fighting loudly; Jane was constantly on her cellular phone because her calls kept dropping and there was some emergency at a conference she was guest speaking at; Thor spent much of that first evening casually eating a bag and a half of marshmallows at the fire before Darcy voiced her protest and he was barred from eating more for the rest of the trip, much to Thor's dismay.
Thor might have overpacked for the trip, but Thor was of the mind that it was better to be overprepared than under -- and that it was better to have too many marshmallows than not enough. When four hours had passed and they reached their destination, he set down their belongings and began to set up camp.
"I never pegged you for the camping type," Thor says, pulling the tent poles out of their sheath. Maybe he was, and Thor had just never known it. It just always seemed like Tony was into tech so much that he couldn't stand to be without it.
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"You just build up this big image in the public eye," Thor begins, "arrogant, narcissistic, untouchable." The sort of person who wouldn't reminisce about their playdates on Earth two years before or commit an anniversary to memory.
"I love seeing the parts of you that contradict that. And giving you a hard time over it."
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"Thanks." Tony poked his face out from beneath, letting his palm pick up the slack.
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It's at moments like these that he wishes Tony could see himself and perhaps have some understanding of how truly adorable he could be at practically any given moment. How Tony could manage to look adorable to Thor when he had his hand on his cock was utterly beyond Thor's comprehension. If Tony had not insisted upon his lack of magical prowess and Earth had not been known for its sorcerers, he might have thought he'd been enraptured by some sort of spell.
"If your hand is going to stay down there, I'd prefer your mouth to be up here." Thor taps a singular finger against his lower lip.
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"Do you know how long I spent--" he paused to let Thor's tongue drag across his teeth, "glamming the tent?"
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"How long?" he asks.
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Except --
Thor exhales, in a shuddery little gasp as Tony's tongue runs a path along its shaft in just the right way.
-- when he's having this good of a time, it's pretty hard to deny its existence.
"Fuck, Stark."
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His mouth isn't even on his cock but fuck it if Tony doesn't have a natural knack for finding his weak points.
"-- if it's like this," Thor manages to finish. "Do you enjoy teasing me this much?"
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"You're the only one I'd let," Thor says. "Most of the time, I enjoy being the one in control of the situation. I'm -- ah!" Another breath. "-- willing to make an exception. For you."
Even though Thor wants desperately to reach for his cock and beat himself off right there, Tony's presence be damned. The man really is driving him wild.
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He sat up, letting the flap slide down slowly to expose his body in near-full. He took one of Thor's twitching hands, lifting it and letting Thor's fingertips hover bare millimeters from the skin of his smooth chest--simply playing with the digits before letting them drop. He smirked.
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When Tony lifts his hand so the tips of his fingers are nearly brushing against his skin, it takes considerable self-control for him not to reach out and run his hands all over Tony's body, to press his mouth against his mouth, to run his run his tongue along the length of his cock. But when Tony drops his hand, Thor stubbornly lets it rest where it falls.
"Is this fun for you?" he asks breathily. "Watching me suffer?"
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Was Tony Stark a sadist? Probable.
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"Like what?"
Thor knows he shouldn't ask him. He knows his imagination alone is difficult enough to reign in right now when Tony is so close to him and his dick is throbbing with want.
But still, he asks it anyway.
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"If I knew you could keep up, there'd be more than two or three goes at it a night," he says, goading him. "But you can't. So I'll just have to keep that particular fantasy a fantasy."
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He focuses on it so he doesn't have to focus on the scratch of his denim against the back of his thigh or the way that Tony's fingers occasionally brush across his skin as he tugs his pants off.
He briefly retreats into his imagination, where he surges up and grips Tony's wrists and pins him down to the floor of the tent. To kiss the inside of his neck as his hand skims the length of Tony's penis before his fingers find that patch of skin between his asshole and his cock.
Thor wants to drive his partner as crazy as he feels right now. To hold back enough until he's as desperate as he feels right now. But right now, Thor finds himself at Tony's mercy, and Tony has done nothing that would force him to submit. He can just as easily let his fantasies become reality, but he doesn't.
He relinquishes control.
"How much longer are you going to deprive me?" he asks. It comes out more pleading than he wants it to. If he had the presence of mind he might have felt embarrassed at his own desperation. But right now, his erection is at the forefront of his mind and all he wants is for Tony to rip his pants off already and have at him.
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Despite his words, he wasn't planning to drag it out all night. He was getting just as antsy.
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Despite his words, Thor relaxes under Tony's touch with an audible sigh, and rests his eyes, just taking in the way his partner's hands move across his chest.
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In utter opposition to his protracted teasing up until then, mere seconds passed between Tony coating his nethers, lifting himself up and sinking down onto his hips with a shaky sigh while Thor still had his eyes shut.
'So much for the "no bare backing" creed...'
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When he finally opens his mouth again, it's to inhale sharply, and then exhale in a long string of words. "I am dead serious when I say this, Stark, but I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hold out."
Thor doesn't at all remember it, but his hands are somehow on the sides of Tony's thighs now. He loves those thighs.
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