[Thor is not a tight-lipped person at the best of times. He's endlessly expressive, and he has no reason to keep his sensations under wraps. Thor lets his head tilt back, hair dragging behind him on the pillow as he groans at the ceiling.
His heels dig into the mattress and his hips shift upward slowly, not enough to be intrusive but enough to look a little too eager.
His pleasure is rapidly mounting, there's no obligation to draw it out but he wants to feel every second of it that he can. He bites into his lip, breath shuddering as he pushes through the urge to finish already.]
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His heels dig into the mattress and his hips shift upward slowly, not enough to be intrusive but enough to look a little too eager.
His pleasure is rapidly mounting, there's no obligation to draw it out but he wants to feel every second of it that he can. He bites into his lip, breath shuddering as he pushes through the urge to finish already.]