Norrin’s touch was something else entirely.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Norrin rasped.
Thori could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against his lower back, and somehow the fact that the other warrior wasn’t unaffected by touching him pleased Thori immensely.
“More. I need—”
Norrin twisted his wrist, making sparks of pleasure dance across Thori’s spine. He arched his back, fucking up into Norrin’s fist.
“Good. Take your pleasure. Just like this.”
Pressed firmly against Norrin’s chest, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, Thorimoaned.
Norrin sped up his strokes, his left sliding down to cup Thori’s balls. He kept mumbling praise, just meant for Thori’s ears.
So good. So pretty. Such a good boy.
Thori let out a muffled cry and came all over Norrin’s hand. The pleasure stayed with him, a warm, comforting glow, but the pain was gone, leaving exhaustion in its wake.
Reaching for a cloth, Norrin wiped his hands and the mess from Thori’s belly.
“Let me—” Thori trailed off, unsure what to offer.
They weren’t lovers, but Thori wouldn’t leave Norrin unsatisfied when theVanrhad been willing to comfort him. Clumsily, he reached for Norrin’s still hard cock, but his wrist was grabbed and pinned to his stomach.
“No.”
By all means, Thori should be relieved. But the rejection stung. He was Thori Odinsson. The golden prince of Asgard. Everyone desired him.
“You’re tired. I want you to rest.”
“But—”
“So keen to pleasure me?” Norrin chuckled. “You know what, you can suck me off in the morning if you still want to.”
Despite the mocking tone, Norrin’s words lacked true malice. He sounded almost teasing.
Good.
Because Thori wanted to please him. It would be so much easier to flee if Norrin liked him.
“Fine by me,” Thori said, making himself comfortable in Norrin’s arms. “I won’t leave my bedfellow unsatisfied, though.”
“Bedfellow?” Norrin huffed out an incredulous laugh. “I’m your master, little thrall.”
“Sleep well, master,” Thori mumbled, aiming for the same teasing tone Norrin had managed, but sounding way too sincere.
Norrin made a weird, choked-up sound Thori couldn’t quite interpret. He was too tired to solve this particular riddle anyway.
“Enough talking, rest now,” Norrin said.
He was so tempestuous. Adorable. And it was hard to refuse him, so Thori did as he was told.
thirteen
Njord’s Draumar
Njord
