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[It hasn't escaped Bryn's notice that the tone of their interactions has changed over the months they've known each other. What started as a light and harmless fling has become something more substantial. It's more than a friendship but not an official romantic relationship. There's feelings there, Bryn isn't so heartless that she couldn't come to feel something for Thor after all the time they've been together, but it's still very much in a nebulous place. If there's a discussion to be had, however, Bryn isn't going to be the one to prompt it. He knows what she wants out of her life and...if he isn't going to volunteer to take things in a direction, she will content herself with what they have. Which is nothing to sniff at, not in the least.

Not with the sweet words and the soft touches, and the way their lives seem to have come together almost seamlessly.

She leans into the warmth of his hand, reaching up to cover it with her own, and accepts the fact that Thor would rather enjoy his victory, fraught as it was, than sink into all that happened. She reaches for him, hands smoothing down lightly over his armor.]

I don't mind being the object of your complete and unwavering focus...but I think I could hold your attention better if all of this wasn't in the way. Show me how to take it off?

[Thor has felt himself feel something gradually stronger for Bryn fairly steadily over the course of their relationship. It doesn't surprise him, really. He knows himself, he knows he's a romantic guy.

In a way, holding himself back from rushing in has made it all the better. He knows her on levels more intimate than just sex. He knows her hopes and her fears, and she knows his.

The things that have held him back have slowly become less and less important. It's almost like he's tricking himself, spending so many days and nights with her, letting his thoughts drift to her, finding reasons to be around her.

That she makes him so happy is something he truly values now, more than anything.

He smiles down at her.]

It's complicated. [He admits, he holds her hand and lifts it to one of the circles, covering her hand with his, he twists it and it unscrews. The top section of his armor and cape lifts off easily, leaving him with his armored vest under.

He turns so his back faces her, lifting his hair up and revealing a small row of ties. It's like a less fitted corset.]

[Bryn isn't a stranger to armor, though Asgardian seems to be more similar to some of the older armor of Kouhyar than the modern Kouhyaran armor and gear she's used to back home.

Most of it is easy enough to get the hang of once the cape is off, however. Bit by bit, she follows his instructions, starting first with the ties. Her fingers are smaller, but strong, nimble enough to make easy work of the fastenings.

And every so often she steals a look up at him, and smiles a little.]

If I had been born two or three hundred years earlier in my country's history, this might be more instinctive to me. All of my gear uses buckles and zippers, maybe velcro. It feels a little like dipping back in time, doing this for you now.

[She rather likes it. It's like unwrapping a very tall, very delectable warrior gift that's hers and hers alone, and the intimacy of doing this for him feels akin to washing his hair or treating his wounds.

Wounds which Bryn realizes now could be an actual factor tonight. Brows drawing together, she looks him over.]

You don't need any healing tonight do you, bhesher?

[The word is one that Bryn has used before, an Askoupuran equivalent for darling, but it's always been teasing before. Said with a wink, a smile, or maybe in the same tone that Taako uses when he calls her pumpkin. Tonight it's softer, warmer. As if perhaps it holds meaning tonight it didn't used to.]

We never did get the hang of zippers.

[Asgard is advanced in many ways, but set deeply in tradition. They excel and thrive in many areas, but quite often they live by the phrase if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Thor sought to bring that way of life across all realms, long ago. Now he's seen everything Midgard has to offer, he wonders why they thought themselves to superior.

The act of being undressed is intimate. It's a little more special when it's not a servant, there's something meaningful about it when it follows a battle.]

Some scrapes along my shoulders from that tree, I think. [They sting a little, but not too badly.] I'll heal overnight.

[Once the draws are untied, Thor can slip his vest off over his head in one piece. He does have a few scratches, but it looks more like he fell off a bike and less like he was slammed into a tree.]

I'll be fine, min elskede. [His voice is soft in turn. He lifts a thumb to draw over her bottom lip, he looks amused at the way she worries.]

[There's something to be said for the heartiness of Asgardians. Thor may once have claimed to not be a god but he's certainly long-lived and far more durable than any man she knows. He may throw himself into dangerous battles, but of the two of them she has far less to worry about with him and his chance of emerging unharmed.

The scrapes, when revealed, give her cause to frown, and she half considers drawing her dagger from its sheath once more to use her fledgling powers as she had to Taako. It's only when he speaks again to reassure her that he'll find that she lets the idea go. The endearment, the touch of his thumb to her lip is enough to distract her. Gaze settling on his, she opens her mouth and gently sets her teeth into the meat of his thumb, only exerting enough pressure to be felt rather than to hurt. After a moment, she releases it with the barest flick of her tongue.]

Alright then. [She'll let it go, and instead turns her attention back to undressing him. Her hands smooth over his chest, finding the familiar planes with ease and lingering there as if it might soothe some part within them both.] I think you'll need to stand for the rest.

[Thor does find comfort in it. Her hands are warm and soft on his chest and it makes the connection between them more apparent.

He wraps one of his hands over hers, and it easily engulfs it. He stands on command, ready for her to do what she must to get him naked.]

I trust you know what you're doing.

[Her hand lingers on his chest, even as he stands. She stays where she is beside him, not rising right away but rather using that opportunity to hook her fingers beneath the band of his trousers. Exerting a little pressure, she holds him there, hand still on his bare skin as she rises up against him.]

If I don't by now then we definitely have a problem.

[With another couple, perhaps one without such a drastic height difference, it might be easier for the shorter party to lean up to steal a kiss. Even with Thor looking down at her, however, Bryn can't quite reach him even on her toes. She directs her efforts elsewhere instead, hand sliding out from beneath his to join the other at his pants, all while her lips press to his chest. Eyes closing she slowly, carefully mouths kisses at his skin, hands working carefully by touch to unfasten his pants.

It takes her only moments, and as they're loosened she doesn't simply let them drop, but rather carefully draws them down his legs until they can pool at his ankles. Gently tugging at the hem of his undergarments, she draws those down as well, leaving him bare from head to toe. There's no hiding the sound that rises at the back of her throat as she presses against him, soft and rough as she savors the warmth of his body and the feel of him bared against him.]

I think I'd like you to sit for me. [Not lay down, but sit, propped up against the pillows that she gestures to behind her.] I can undress myself, unless you have the pressing desire to handle that.

[Her hands in the mere vicinity of his pants is enough to make them tent ever so slightly. He has absolutely no shame in that, she's attractive and he knows what's about to happen here.

His pants drop, and the breeze is momentarily uncomfortable before she closes the distance between them. It makes the warmth of her body all the more comfortable and his arms circle around her, running up and down her back. He's getting harder between them, so it's as good a time as any to step back and sit on the bed again.]

I'll be happy to watch.

[He says, with a perfectly innocent smile. He sits back into the cushions, comfortable to be naked as the day he was born. His hands fold over his stomach and he pulls one knee up, on the side that doesn't obscure his erection from view.]

[If ever there was a moment to remind Bryn of how right it was for her to decide to settle in here in Riverview, seeing Thor naked and hard on her bed, looking up at her that way is that moment. Eyes darkening with her own arousal, Bryn decides to balance the line between making a show of stripping down and just getting it over with. It's the best she can do when she wants to please him but finds her patience wears thin tonight.

So she turns toward the small shelf she's bolted into the wall and carefully lifts her shirt up and over her head. Her hair falls down her bare back as she leaves the shirt on the shelf. Bryn half turns, watching him over her shoulder as her hands move to the front of her pants. They unfasten easily, but Bryn takes her time easing them down over her hips, half bending so he sees her ass to advantage. Once more, she doesn't simply let them drop but rather bends over at the waist to draw them down to her ankles, and then steps out of them to pick them up and put them with her shirt. Only then does she turn back toward him to let him see her front, bare-breasted and down to nothing but her panties. The peaks of her breasts are stiff in the open air, and her nipples tighten as she locks eyes with him and carefully removes the last piece of clothing.

With a sway of her hips she approaches him on the bed, looking quite pleased with herself.]

Stay just like that for me... [Bryn eases herself down to the bed and crawls forward, on hands and knees until she's nestled between his legs, cheek pressing against his thigh.] Would you be happy to continue watching me, Thor?

[In truth, it doesn't matter how fast or how slow she strips, so long as Thor can see her body. He likes the little tease he gets, it's just enough to rile him up without making him too antsy.

He watches, enraptured by her form as she reveals more and more of it to him. He loves her body. He loves smoothing his hands over her dips and curves. He loves how soft she feels against his calloused hands. She seems to fit perfectly against his body, despite being so small in comparison.

His smile grows as she approaches. He's long since given up on trying to be cool and suave in the bedroom. He's warmer, more approachable and less adverse to showing his eagerness.]

I could watch you all day. [He observes, reaching down to trace his fingers over her hair.]

[Bryn leans into the stroke of his fingertips, eyes closing briefly as she hums, but her hands are moving. Both settle at his knees, and slide up his thighs to settle on either side of his cock. She turns her head to kiss the skin of his leg bent up, and then skips down to between her hands.

After all these months she's well acquainted with the size and shape of him, but it doesn't mean she's any less enthused to touch him. Her lips press gently to the base of his cock, warm at one side of him as her hand slips in to grasp him just below the head. Lips parting, she mouths at the skin, tongue slipping and flicking out to tease him a little even as she moves below him.

She groans, savoring the taste of him, and opens her eyes to watch his face. Her mouth opens wider and she sucks at him, curls her hand a little tighter around him as she dips low. Her tongue darts out to draw over his sack before rising higher up the length of his shaft. She wonders idly how much patience he has if she wants to take her time with him...]

[The anticipation is almost dizzying. Thor watches Bryn's every move carefully, eager eyes fixed on her as she moves in. The moment her lips touch his skin, he closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure.

He opens his eyes halfway to watch her still, lips parted as he lets out slow, heavy breaths. She earns a gratifying sound from the back of Thor's throat when her tongue grazes over his sack and her lips find the base of his cock.

Thor is an extremely impatient person, but he knows some things are worth waiting out. Of course, it helps when you have superhuman endurance and going a second round is almost never out of the question.

His hand slips down so his fingers can thread gently into her hair, wanting to maintain some contact between them.]

[Bryn welcomes the touch of his hand, the way his fingers find their way into her hair. She welcomes everything about this, really. Thor lounging in her bed, a massive presence of strength and confidence, her kneeling before him to lavish him in attention...

Her lips part as she exhales, and as she holds her gaze on his, Bryn presses the broad head of his cock inside her mouth. Lips sealing around him she sucks gently to start, tongue sweeping over him within her mouth with a groan of her own. Bryn closes her eyes and carefully presses more of his length deep inside her mouth, sliding him along the flat of her tongue as she continues to suck and lick her way down.

She likes easing into things like this, teasing him at the start, taking it slow just to stimulate him.

But as she gets a feel for him again and the angle she's at, Bryn starts to work him over with more intent. She drags her wet lips up his shaft again just to the head, and then sinks down once more, hand cupping him, stroking him at the base as her eyes open once more. Because part of why she asked him to sit like this is so that she can see his face above her while she pleasures him.]

[While Thor might represent strength and confidence, Bryn is a vision of beauty and seduction. It doesn't take her long to empty Thor's mind of his dark thoughts and fill it with nothing but affection for her.

His hips twitch with the desire to roll forward, but he refrains. His fingers tighten and clench in her hair, but they never pull, not yet. He can be rough with her, and he knows it, but he's craving delicate touches between them.

Thor groans her name, pleasure creeping from every corner of his body. His face is a vision of ecstasy right now. His brows are furrowed, but his eyes are half open and clouded from the mounting high he's feeling.]

[It's hard not to get swept up in his reactions. She'd meant to linger over him, to take her time teasing and nibbling at him, to lick and suck little bits of him until he begged her for more...but he groans her name and his hands stroke through her hair. She feels him reacting beneath her and Bryn wants to drive him higher.

Her movements grow more certain, less tentative. There's no roughness, no undue speed, but she grasps the base of him with one hand as the other cups him from below. Her hands squeeze and massage him as her mouth covers his cock and begins to rise and fall over it. She keeps her lips sealed tight around his shaft and lets her tongue swirl over the head of him with groans of her own, mimicking the rhythm they find together all too often.

Her cheeks cave in gently as she sucks at him, head bobbing over the thick length of his cock, eyes closing for the moment as she focuses on using every trick she knows to drag every last sound and movement out of him.]

[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.]

[She could drag this out. She could pull her lips away and return to soft kisses. Drag her lips over him, mouth at his sack and do everything but bring him to climax. Another night she'd be tempted to give his cock the worship it deserves even at the cost of his patience.

But she has little of her own and rather thinks after everything that's happened he deserves to have this without teasing or torment. He's close, or at least close enough that she knows she can get him there. Groaning, she sucks at him with just the right amount of pressure to give him resistance but not too much in the soft, wet space of her mouth. Her lips slide up and down his shaft with ease as her hand works him at the same time.

Eyes opening once more, she uses her other hand to grips his thigh, and the look she gives him couldn't be more clear. She wants him, and she wants this, and she's not going to stop until he's found his release just as they are now.]

[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.]

[The warning is appreciated, but not as much as the way his fingers tangle in her hair. He holds her firmly, and Bryn relaxes into it, savoring the sound of his moan and working with the rising, jerking thrust of his hips as he comes in her mouth. She feels the pulse of his cock at her lips and lets his seed slide down her throat with a groan of her own.

For a moment after she just rests there, lips wrapped around his cock still thrust deep into her mouth. There's something glorious about feeling him lose control between her lips, something satisfying on a personal level. Her eyes open to meet his as she carefully slides him out of her mouth and climbs up beside him with a satisfied purr.]

Mm, that was a nice start.

[Thor's breathing is still laboured when Bryn moves up to be closer to him. He smiles through his panting and eventually finds a more even cycle of breathing.

He lifts his hand to brush her hair out of her face, fingers grazing over her cheek gently. His expression is completely enamored, he's entirely preoccupied by her presence. It's as if they're the only two people in the world when he looks at her like that.]

Your turn? [He asks, as if it's a question, leaning to press a kiss to her cheek and mutter in her ear.] Why don't you come a little closer?

[Thor pats his stomach, to start with.]

[She doesn't need any convincing. If he says it's her turn, by all means let it be her turn, and upon his encouragement she swings a leg over his body and moves to straddle his stomach directly. It puts her above his cock which is no doubt still recovering from his first climax, and well below his mouth which he's currently using to speak with her.

Running a hand over his chest, she smiles, hips rocking gently against his bare body. With a lick of her lips she continues.]

Is this close enough for you? Or should I get closer for my turn?

[She's not entirely in a hurry, having seemingly taken the edge off by bringing Thor to climax rather than herself.]

You're fine where you are.

[He assures, because once she's on his body it's easy enough to place his hands on her waist lift her upward, lowering her over his face so that she can position her legs as she likes.

He presses a kisses up the inside of her thigh, watching her as best he can from this angle. His hands slide up her thighs and sides before they meet around the back of her to squeeze her rear.]

[There are things that Bryn happens to love about being with Thor, and him blatantly taking advantage of her size with his inhuman strength is near the top of the list. It's not the first time he's manhandled her, gently or otherwise, but she can't really get enough of it, especially when he does something like lift her up and lower her over his face like this.

Her own cheeks burn as she braces herself above him, shivering at once as his mouth finds her thigh and works it's way up. Eyes closing, she leans over the edge of the wall that closes in the sleeping area of her loft and swallows.]

Deities, what did I do in a past life to deserve you... [Her body arches at the grasp of her rear and she reaches down with one hand to thread her fingers through his hair.]

[Something about the way Bryn says deities gets him every time. It's unique to her, but it's almost always said in praise to him. He can't help but feel a little honored every time she whispers it to him.

If he could talk, he'd tell her that she deserves him for this life and this life alone. He has no time for romantic expressions of respect, not when she's bearing down on him like this. His tongue glides over her lower lips, slowly and savoring the chance to tease her before he presses his tongue more firmly against the peak of her anatomy. He traces his tongue over her clit, just gentle and light enough to tease her more.]

[Though Thor could absolutely handle her gripping his hair tightly, and has in the past, for the moment Bryn manages to control herself, grasping gently at the back of his head as his mouth opens further to draw his tongue up. She makes a brief, soft sound at the back of her throat, trying to stay steady...

But the way he licks at her clit is enough to drag a moan from her. Enough to make her tense when holding still and above him already threatens to be difficult.] Thor, please...

[She's not above begging, even this early in. She has no shame in how much she wants him all of the time, how much she craves his touch, or the fact that she'll plead for him and for more the whole way through if need be.]

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