[Thor's eyes meet Bryn's, and he instantly knows what she means. He could draw it out as long as she could, but she's right in assuming he'd prefer something short and sweet rather than something agonizingly slow.
So, Thor willingly lets himself slip. He lets himself get lost in the thrums of pleasure she's sending up his cock, up his body and into his middle. It doesn't take much more than a few more slides of her lips to get him over the edge.
He's courteous enough to grunt in warning, but his fingers thread tightly in her hair anyway. His grip is lenient if she wants to pull back, but it's the last sensible thought he can manage before everything is a haze of absolute ecstasy. Thor moans, loud and shameless, his hips jerking upward when he finishes.]
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So, Thor willingly lets himself slip. He lets himself get lost in the thrums of pleasure she's sending up his cock, up his body and into his middle. It doesn't take much more than a few more slides of her lips to get him over the edge.
He's courteous enough to grunt in warning, but his fingers thread tightly in her hair anyway. His grip is lenient if she wants to pull back, but it's the last sensible thought he can manage before everything is a haze of absolute ecstasy. Thor moans, loud and shameless, his hips jerking upward when he finishes.]