#( noflextogive steve :: 001 )

[carnalxheroism]

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         “—h—ooh…”

         Stern finger taunted it with his reach. The spot. Thor’s soft spot. That though smooth and tender had finally succumbed just like the rest of the King’s own self; that in tightness and demanding tingle, Thor kept his finger pressed at the furl of his heat, rubbing in gently as the massive swell of his meaty breasts heaved on against their fullness for that deep coo that melted on into a deeper whimper that belied the might that was all his. Then again, hubris wasn’t new to Thor—nor is hunger. That even if he was alone with Steve in that aircraft that were supposed to bring them back to the headquarters, his own need for that chance had him indulge into this new low of lewdness. Steve would check on him soon, after all. And even that mere thought was enough for Thor to feel himself quiver against his finger as the delicate flush painted his rough and rugged features—and it was another goad to the rest of his body as he dug his heel against a backrest of a chair as he let himself be splayed on the emergency medical bed in the craft. With just his thigh high boots on, the tempting spread of his legs were faced towards the door as the thread thin strap of his thong was now entangled with his finger that he kept pressed against his muscle pucker. His cock was barely inside—the cockhead practically the only thing covered as it stubbornly pressed itself against the already strained skimpiness of his thong’s pouch.

“—h-hmmngh…” the restless King bit down on his lips, swallowing on another groan. Steve will check on him soon, that much is certain. And Thor would take what he could of the temptation that he is offering. That with the hiss of the pressurized doors, he immediately bucked, his body rippling in its massive heft in a squirm as he gasped. 

         “S-t-teven… y-you have to help~”