The bed. Must get to the bed. Tanlging his hand in Thor's, Brian made his way to the bed, before laying down and pulling the other boy on top of him, snuggling him up tight.
Margaret Thatcher. Poll Tax. Ice. More ice. Cold showers. Showers. Thor in the shower. Naked, wet, naked Thor in the shower...his treacherous mind filled his head with lustful images, and he gave a heated gasp of neediness
Thor felt that Brian was overcome with neediness. As was Thor. He wanted to be as close to Brian as he could. He heard the gasp of Brian. He was heated by a sudden burst of confidence. He ripped off Brian's clothes and ran his hands up and down Brian's bare skin, prodding it, leaving a trail that his lips soon followed...
Oh god! Brian writhed like he had never writhed before under those butch and dominating kisses. Those hands on his soft skin, those lips on his body...
'Angel,' he moaned, rubbing against Thor desperately
Thor liked the way that Brian's body squirmed beneath him, rubbing him in all the right ways. He heard the cry of desperation and became slightly more gentle. He would never want to hurt darling Brian.
His kisses became gentler and his stroking softer as he drowned himself in the beautiful body...
He hit the peak without Thor manipulating his pulsating hardness, crying out with pleasure as the sensations shuddered his body.
Brian fell back on the bed, eyes closed and breathing raggedly. Thor didn't know what the hell he did to him, didn't know how much he turned Brian on and made the shorter man want to love him and kiss him and worship at the altar of his magnificence
Thor shuddered with Brian. His body moved in the same rythyms as Brian's.
He lay on top of Brian still, feeling his struggling breath. He rolled off of him and proped himself on his elbow as he looked at Brian with a mixture of curiosity and adoration. He placed his other hand on top of Brian's heart and felt it leaping...
Thor was trembling with excitement at the finger tracing his face. He basked in the adulation that Brian was giving him. Closing his eyes and savouring it.
Opening his eyes, he took the hand from his face and placed it on his own rapidly beating heart. He looked at Brian with a look of pure adoration, with maybe a hint of lust.
Thor took in the rush of words that had just timbled out of Brian's mouth. He also took in the blushing face and how much it had taken for Brian to ask.
He smiled and wrapped Brian into his arms. He whispered into Brian's ear, almost choking on the words, 'Ye--n--yes!'
Brian's mouth latched onto Thor's tongue seeking entrance and his hands stroking down Thor's back to relax him for the work ahead.
'I won't hurt ya love,' he whispered tenderly as his hands cupped those toned and manly buttocks, fingers slipping over silken skin. He moved down Thor's body, licking and nibbling and kissing his way to his hip. With one hand he rummaged in the pocket of his discarded jeans for his cute little pot of Vaseline that he kept to make sure his lips were nice and soft, the other was stroking Thor and calming him, his mouth was employed in pleasurable work...Brian when multitasking was something to behold
'Trust me, love...'
Preparing himself and Thor he arched forward, piercing the beautiful young man to the core...
Brian kept kissing Thor, their position facing each other giving him acces for his fingers to roam all over the manly, gorgeous body and for their lips to brush.
Thor felt so good aroud Brian, and he whimpered as he approached completion. His fingers, desperate to do to his love the pleasure that was being done to him, slid over the stomach and started to caress his throbbing stick of love
Every touch Thor recieved was intensified at this moment. The softest touch felt was like a great pressure was upon him.
He gasped as Brian began to caress the most sensitive place of his body, which was standing tall. He began to shudder with anticipation and reached to draw Brian closer to him.
(((OOC: throbbing stick of love is making me think of sticks of margarine...I am in an odd visual place currently)))
'Angel, gonna...' Brian's words were lost as the moment came upon him, his body arching into Thor's, and his fingers increased their ministrations on his *his!* lover's straining staff
((ooc: I'm just enjoying finding interesting ways of putting it. And margerine could be useful next time...hehehe!))
Thor let out a scream of anguish as Brian's fingers added more pleasure to his throbbing member, and Brian arched into him. His body began jerking in ways he couldn't control.
A euphoric calm came over him and his whole body went limp.
Brian wrapped his arms around Thor, holding him tight and nuzzling his shoulder lazily. His mind was spinning with emotions and everything that he was feeling welled inside him like a babbling stream.
'Love you,' he mumbled, as he snuggled as close as possible to Thor's warm and manly torso
A silly grin was plastered over Thor's face. He was laying on his back, not sure if he could even move, but he wanted to be closer to Brian. He tried to move his limbs...amazingly they worked! He wrapped them both around Brian and kissed him on the head as a response.
'love, an marriage, an stuff like that,' Brian said before he realised that he didn't actually want to say those words in case he scared Thor. Gasping, he sat up, chocolate-hued eyes wide and scared
