Thori whined and spread his legs as far as the position allowed.
“Is this what you’re asking for?”
“Yes.” The word was barely a breath. “Yes,master.”
The title went straight to Njord’s groin, and he felt pleasure sparking between them, jumping like lightning from one longship’s mast to the next.
“As you wish.”
Right now, he’d grant Thori anything. With an impatient gesture, Njord compelled a gust of storm wind to carry a vial of oil from its place in his chest into his waiting hand, knocking over a chair in his eagerness. He didn’t care. As soon as the vial landed in his hand, he coated his fingers and massaged the oil into the reddened skin of Thori’s backside. He took his time teasing Thori and savoring his increasingly desperate squirming. When he finally slipped a finger inside, Thori was reduced to moaning incoherently.
“That’s it,” Njord murmured. “Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart.”
He added a second finger, setting a steady rhythm that had Thori moaning with every drag. Thori’s pleasure resembled his personality in every way. Bold. Loud. Unrepentant. And yet, strangely sweet.
He came with a strangled cry, sparks sizzling where his hands fisted the sheets.
“Thori,” Njord chastised, though he sounded mostly fond even to himself.
He emphasized his words with a pump of his fingers, dragging a lewdahhfrom Thori’s parted lips. His little thrall was shaking with aftershocks, and Njord kept his fingers buried insidehim while his left stroked soothingly through the sweat-damp strands at Thori’s neck.
By the tides, Thori Odinsson lay naked and spent across his lap, his cum drying on Njord’s trousers and his lovely backside decorated with the marks of Njord’s hands.
He was gorgeous. The future king of the gods. Utterly debauched.
Njord gave a last teasing thrust of his fingers before retreating reluctantly. Thori uttered a low whine, and then he was moving, sliding down until he knelt between Njord’s legs, hands working at the fastenings of his trousers.
“Thori?”
Looking up at him with lust-glazed eyes, Thori licked his lips.
“Will you finally let me return the favor? Or are youmythrall?”
The insolence!
“Careful with that bratty mouth of yours,” Njord said, but he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let’s put it to better use.”
He pulled Thori in by his hair, and suddenly Thori’s mouth was around his cock, hot and clumsy and utterly perfect. It was plenty clear that Thori had never done this before as he tried to get Njord all the way in, his hands pawing at Njord’s thighs.
“Careful,” Njord said again, referring to Thori choking himself on his cock this time.
Naturally, he was ignored as Thori tried to get him in deeper with a sound of indignation. So determined to excel at everything. So eager to please. But Njord wouldn’t leave him to figure this out on his own. He tightened his grip on Thori’s hair and held him still.
“Hands behind your back.”
For a heartbeat, Thori froze, but when he obeyed, moaning deeply, something uncurled in Njord’s chest. His hips stuttered forward, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep himself fromcoming there and then. Impatiently, he tugged at Thori’s hair, and to his amazement, Thori let him control his movements. It was exhilarating. Njord fucked Thori’s mouth, while his little thrall shuddered and moaned.
“Norns, you’re perfect,” Njord groaned.
Thori looked up at him, his amber eyes glowing with unshed tears, humming around Njord’s cock. Stunning.
His climax broke over him like cresting waves, and he had barely a second to pull away. But Thori surged after him, catching part of his release with his lips while some drops landed on his cheeks and nose.
Whales and waves.
With trembling fingers, Njord tried to clean Thori’s face, but Thori surprised him again, leaning forward and licking the cum from Njord’s fingers.
“Hel, Thori.”
