Brian shivered, giving himself over to the pleasure of the other man's kisses. The feeling of the touches on his skin made him realise that if he didn't make a stand, Little Brian would be making an appearance for yet another time. Something about Thor just made him so responsive, and he gave a little moan
Brian shivered again. Thor was going mad inside. Every time he felt Brian quake he felt a stirring in his loins. When he heard Brian moan, his lips, excitedly, caught the moan, rolling it around both his own mouth and Brian's.
His hand wandered mindlessly down to Brian's lower appendage which he held losely, waiting to see if anything would happen.
The touch made him whine, burying his neck against Thor's, as his incredible Gary Stuness meant his magnificent member was soon full and angry, held in that grip. Brian couldn't help it as he thrust against the hand, taking a very short time to spill his fluids and groan his release
Tears slowly slid down his face as he snuggled against Thor, not wanting the young man to see the salty tracks left on his perfect skin
There was the 'love' again. Thor was puzzled by it. Why would Brian love him. He was just Thor. He was nothing special. He wasn't even sure what love was. He knew he loved to be with Brian, but love...? It troubled him.
'What is love,' he pondered out loud, unaware that he had even said it as he fondled Brian's hair and watched the blush creep up his body.
Thor listened to Brian reel off an explanation of love and slowly began to turn a pink colour. He wanted all those things and was so conflicted. He felt Brian turn his back to him and he felt shattered. Brian loved him, and he wasn't sure!
He reached to Brian and drew him close and silently began to weep inside, as he held Brian close to him.
Brian's fingers stroked Thor's hair, his mouth brushing the tears away tenderly. Then he pinched him, gently, but hard enough to make sure that Thor knew that he, Brian, was there, holding him tight, falling in love with him more and more deeply every second