“Look at you,” Njord said. “The powerful god of thunder, yielding so beautifully to me. My gorgeous, clever warrior.”
An undignified little sound slipped past Thori’s lips, almost a whimper. He soaked up Njord’s praise like a brown bear basking in the first beams of spring sunlight.
“Njord—”
“I know.” Njord’s thumb swept over the tip of Thori’s cock, gathering the wetness there, making his hips jerk despite Njord’s restraining hand. “You want more.”
“Yes. Yes, come on. What are you waiting for?”
Njord chuckled, and Thori would have gladly drowned in that sound. Hand tightening around Thori’s cock, he let the lightning bonds around Thori’s wrists flare brighter, and Thori moaned at the sensation of being held. Njord let go of his cock long enough to reach for the oil beside the bed, and Thori’s growl of protest turned into another shameless moan when Njord’s slick fingers returned, sliding down past his cock to press against his entrance. Letting his legs fall open wider, Thori invited him in.
“Eager,” Njord said, voice fond. “When did you become so brazen?”
“Your fault,” Thori said. “You with your kind words and your gentleness and your damn—”
He cut off with a sharp cry as Njord pressed a finger inside him, moaning in pleasure when Njord immediately found the right angle. Humming in contentment, Njord added a second finger, and Thori’s lightning responded, rising and glowing with each maddening thrust of Njord’s fingers.
“That’s it,” Njord praised. “Let me see you enjoy this. Relax. Savor the feeling.”
Thori had been gazed at with desire before, even with unbridled lust, but never with such reverence as Njord now regarded him. The building pleasure made thunder crackle around them, the deep thrusts making Thori see stars. Lightning caressed his skin, teasing across his chest and down his sides, absolutely overwhelming in its intensity.
“More,” Thori demanded. “Fuck me already.”
Njord hesitated.
“Don’t theÆsirconsider it unmanly to be the receiving part?”
“I already got two of your fingers up my ass.”
“Three, actually.”
Njord emphasized his statement with a shallow thrust, drawing another moan from Thori’s lips.
“My point is—ahhh—My point is, it doesn’t matter if you’re a powerful sorcerer.”
Amusement danced in Njord’s eyes.
“And are you? A powerful sorcerer?”
“I could be.”
“Hmm…”
“Aren’t we sharing my thunder? Isn’t that a mighty sorcerer’s feat? Something to have a skald sing songs about?”
“You’re not wrong.”
Njord’s smile was playful as he withdrew his fingers and freed his cock from the confines of his trousers. Thori watched as Njord covered himself with oil.
Norns, he was really going to allow this. Let another man have him.
“Ready?”
Thori spread his legs wider, equal parts challenge and invitation, and Njord pressed forward in one long, devastating thrust that punched the air from his lungs. The stretch was intense, immediately followed by more lightning crossing his body. He tried to wrap his legs around Njord’s waist, needing him closer, but found the lightning had other ideas, holding his thighs open and exposed.
Completely at Njord’s mercy.
Thori whined in mindless pleasure.
