“You,” Thori gasped. Lightning crackled faintly around his bound wrists, pale blue sparks dancing across the silk ropes. “It’s—gods, Njord. It’s too much—”
“No.” Njord steadied Thori’s hip, holding him still. “It’s exactly as much as I intended. Exactly as much as you can take.”
Careful not to hurt, Njord tapped into Thori’s thunder the way he’d done during the battle. But this time, there was no urgency, no enemy to fight. This time, Njord could savor it, could explore the way Thori’s power sang against his own like his lightning was greeting Njord’s storm.
Thori was trembling underneath him, the collar pulsing with each labored breath, and Njord savored the raw pleasure coursing through the bond between them. Every touch of hisseiðragainst Thori’s thunder sent waves of sensation through both of them, building and building until Thori was writhing helplessly in his bonds.
“Please,” Thori whimpered. “Njord, please—”
“Tell me,” Njord commanded, finally allowing himself the pleasure of wrapping his hand around Thori’s cock and stroking him slowly. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.” Thori’s eyes were glazed with pleasure, his voice breaking on the word. “I need you. I’ve missed you so much.”
The admission warmed Njord to the core. Reluctantly, he released Thori’s cock, ignoring the frustrated sound that earned him, and reached for more silk ropes. He could give Thori what he wanted immediately, but where would be the fun in that?
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you stay still to enjoy what I’m going to give you.”
“Hurry up,” Thori moaned, writhing helplessly while Njord took his time to pull his legs apart and secure his thighs and ankles to the bed’s frame. When Thori was completely spread out, unable to move an inch, unable to do anything except take whatever Njord decided to give him, Njord settled back on his heels, admiring his work.
“See,” Njord said, peppering kisses along Thori’s jaw. “You can be patient.”
Thori moaned in response, leaning into Njord’s touch, his desperation for more evident in every trembling line of his body.
“Please,” Thori gasped. “I can’t—”
“Shhh, not much longer.”
Njord stripped off his clothes efficiently, then reached for the oil. He slicked his fingers and gently slipped inside Thori, watching with satisfaction how Thori gasped and squirmed.
“So needy,” Njord murmured. “Taking everything I give you.”
He added a second finger, then a third, working Thori open with great care. The collar continued to pulse with power, and he felt Thori shudder under every touch and every drag of his fingers. When he finally decided that Thori had been patient enough, he pushed inside him and was rewarded with a deep, sensual moan, Thori’s whole body relaxing. The collar flared bright, and lightning danced across both their bodies, making Njord’s skin tingle pleasantly.
“That’s it,” Njord growled, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had Thori thrashing in his bonds.
Pleasure flowed freely between them, intensifying with every thrust. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, addictive. He reached down to stroke Thori’s cock in time with his thrusts, and the combination of sensations made Thori’s moans turn incoherent.Njord could feel the pleasure building, and he didn’t have it in himself to deny Thori his release anymore.
“Come for me,” he ordered, and Thori came with a shout, lightning blazing bright around them as his whole body went rigid. The collar pulsed one final time, releasing a surge of power that crashed into Njord and dragged him over the edge as well.
Njord’s hips stuttered, and he buried himself deeply in Thori’s pliant body, hisseiðrflooding through the bond between them. The smell of burnt iron and storm-salt air tickled Njord’s nose, and he’d never felt more complete and alive.
Collapsing forward, Njord needed a moment to catch his breath while Thori was still shuddering and moaning with aftershocks.
Thori made a little sound of protest as Njord pulled out of him, his nose scrunched up in an adorable frown.
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect, actually.”
Thori’s smile was dazed and blissful, and he let Njord free him of the ropes without further protest. His wrists were faintly red where he’d pulled against his bonds, but the skin was undamaged. Njord brought them to his lips and kissed them gently anyway.
“Gods, I didn’t know I could feel so good,” Thori breathed.
“Neither did I.” Njord pulled him gently against his chest, reveling in Thori’s proximity and the softness of his skin. “So, you really intend to stay with me?”
“Yes,” Thori’s answer came immediately and without a trace of hesitation.
