I don’t know how I’ll go to back to bed tonight now.
Only you would actually put it that way
Drabble: requested by anon.
Meme: shag me featuring grope, bite, lick, suck, tease, and please me
Characters: Thor Odinson, Steve Rogers.
Word count: 2694
Plot: Steve is feeling particularly feisty one evening but Thor has been away on Asgard for the past month. Woken by the God later that night, Steve makes full use of Thor’s desire to make up for lost time.
“Not all human men smell this exquisite,” Thor growled between deep thrusts. “Why can I not resist you?”
“Too much talking, not enough kissing,” Steve breathed, pulling Thor down and forcing their mouths together until their bodies blurred into one massive, golden, insatiable being that gave and took in equal measures.
The superserum had made him this way, and decades trapped in ice had only made Steve’s body that much more desperate for Thor’s touch; his hole needed to be filled, to be fucked, to be breeded until the evidence of their coupling spilled down his thighs and saturated the sheets.
Thor’s meaty hands pinned Steve’s wrists above his head; Steve planted his feet on Thor’s chest, and they powered together until the sound of skin slapping upon skin filled the room.
Mischief #1 completed…or how I moved into Stark mansion.
And from here on we go to the present… but wait the story does not stop here.
Stay tuned. for more.
Part 1/ Part 2 / …
This is the first part of our “IronFrost Origins” :)
Part two - this Sunday/Monday (Europe/Riga time)