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True to the clerk’s word, the testes of the erotic cake did have delicious white creamy filling. “We are using them for all of our erotic cake needs from now on,” Clint said, grinning. “Who’s going to eat the head?”
“You should try some of this, Steve,” Thor said, handing Steve a forkful of teste and cream. Steve met his eyes, certain, after the day they had spent together, he wasn’t making fun of him - so what, then? Or was it just Thor being Thor, the guy who picked celebrities up like virgin brides?
Steve accepted the fork and ate it. “Oh, that is good,” he said.
“You have some on your lip,” Thor replied, and before Steve could do anything, brushed at the cream with his thumb. Thor glanced at it, for a moment, and then put his thumb in his mouth and sucked. He twisted his thumb as he did it and then released it with a light pop.
Steve watched, the entire time. “Ugh, thanks?”
“Have another!” Thor said.
“The chocolate nipple is really nice,” Bruce added, as Thor speared Steve another forkful.
“Yeah, apparently it’s Belgian?” Steve replied, and Bruce nodded at him as Steve ate his second bit of cake.
They took the rest of the cake into the main living room, and set it down on the coffee table before bickering over what movie to watch - and then, when no consensus could be reached amongst those who were not Steve and Thor, there was an epic round of rock paper scissors to determine the victor. “Excellent,” Natasha murmured, using her best villain infliction.
“It occurs to me that your spy skills might have given you an advantage-” Tony began, and Bruce shook his head at him.
“That just occurred to you?” he asked. Tony pouted. “Have some more penis, Tony,” Bruce said, and grinned at the other man.
“I’m in the mood for something light...” Natasha said.
“Please tell me you’re not going to be a girl about it and make me see a romantic comedy-” Tony began.
“Oh, so not fair-” Clint began, but Natasha elbowed him slightly and gave him a sly grin.
“I have excellent taste in movies,” Natasha said. “We’re going to watch Love Actually.” Tony relaxed his pout, indicating that this was possibly acceptable to him.
The movie was pretty good - though some of the plot lines were relatively melancholy, and as usual for any movie night, some had emotional resonance. “Agh - this always get me! Have sex with the hot man! Your brother is still going to be crazy when you’re done!” Clint shouted.
Steve glanced over at Thor, who looked down. Not really thinking, Steve reached over and clasped Thor’s knee and then met his eyes. Thor nodded at him, and smiled slightly.
When the movie ended, Thor stretched and then paused at the top of the it before completing it, bringing his arms down and standing. “Well, now that we have eaten the entirety of the erotic cake and watched a movie, I believe it is time to retire.” He nodded at all of them, and then drifted off. The others took the cue as well, and Steve found himself seated on the couch by himself, acutely aware of the fact that he might have missed something.
He headed for the kitchen to get a soda, but stopped when he heard Clint and Natasha talking. “Cheating!” Clint said.
“I won rock paper scissors fair and square. We never added that contingency,” Natasha said. “I don’t know what you want. I played within parameters - and besides, you said nudges were acceptable.”
“I really doubt nudges will work if Thor sucking his thumb like that didn’t work.”
Shit, Steve thought. He always did this - Thor was right, when they had talked after the art store. He still couldn’t conceive of anyone being attracted to him, he had spent so long accepting the fact that no one would be. It was hard to let it go, maybe because he had accepted the other changes - understood, during the war, that his body really performed the way it did.
He took the stairs to get to the floor that Thor shared with Bruce and knocked on the door to the apartment. “Yes? Who is knocking?” Thor called.
“Steve,” he replied. “I, ugh...I’m pretty dense. I’m sorry.”
The door opened, and Steve inhaled sharply. Thor was wearing the hoodie and a pair of his new boxer briefs. Steve never really had the opportunity to appreciate Thor’s legs, the long, thick muscles of his thighs and leading to- “Uhm.” Steve said.
“Steve. Please come in,” Thor said, and he smiled, likely in the direction of the security camera in the hallway, and then closed the door. He smiled down at Steve, and they were standing a little closer than one normally did when one was just a friend. “I had hoped I was behaving in an obvious fashion, despite not knowing much about your courting rituals.”
“Yeah. Well. You know, like you mentioned earlier - I guess I just don’t think-”
“I would like to remedy that, if you would let me,” Thor said, and he reached forward and put a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed.
“Yes,” Steve said, voice soft. Thor had closed the difference between them, pulling Steve closer with his hand. He had a good smile, Steve decided, warm and inviting.
Steve tilted his head and made the first move, pressing his lips to Thor’s and smiling slightly before he began to work against him. Thor moved his hand from Steve’s shoulder down to his waist and pulled him quite close, and Steve liked the feel of Thor’s strength against him. Since the serum, he had always been so afraid of hurting someone he was, perhaps, overly careful.
Thor opened his mouth and Steve followed, tangling their tongues together and guiding Steve so that his back was against the wall. Steve arched his hips into Thor’s and worked back against him, causing the other man to pause and gasp into his mouth. “Steve...”
“Mmm?” Steve asked, and he nuzzled into Thor’s neck - there was a certain electric smell to him, and also something like fresh pine and rain.
“I do not wish to presume-” Thor began, and Steve knew where this was going - after Tony had run out of various ways to compare him to frozen food products and things that were old, he had decided to play with his personal knowledge of Steve’s inexperience. Steve had tried his best not to blush and confirm what Tony alluded to, but had failed miserably.
“I want...” he nearly said all the sex but managed to hold it back, “Everything.”
“Then you shall have it,” Thor replied, and trailed the hand from Steve’s hip down his thigh and then up again, settling in at his waist. “I suggest we move to the bedroom?” Steve appreciated that they weren’t going to have a discussion about this - it wasn’t like he was sixteen. He knew what he wanted. He had just made the - perhaps now, arguably, imprudent - decision to wait.
“Great plan,” Steve confirmed, and he followed Thor. Steve frowned at the lack of any personal touch - there was just the same massive size bed Tony had provided for all of them, bedding, and a side table with a lamp. Steve stopped analyzing this, though, when Thor pressed him down onto the bed.
“You have far too many clothes on,” Thor said, and he tugged at the sweatshirt Steve had changed into after their shopping trip and then frowned when he found the t-shirt underneath. “This number of layers is inconvenient,” he said.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Steve replied, now topless, and he reached forward and tugged the zipper down the hoodie. Thor grinned and shrugged it off.
“There are so many wondrous things about this garment,” he said, as it puddled on the floor. Steve grinned at him, lifted his legs, and pulled Thor down onto the bed, on top of him. “Well, then, Steven...” Thor murmured, and kissed him hard. Steve moaned into it, something in the use of full name making him shiver.
As they settled into a more comfortable position on the bed, Thor rolled so that Steve was on top. He promptly slid his pants off and immediately put a hand to Steve’s erection.
“That’s...oh...” Steve said, as Thor moved his hand up and down and then squeezed. When Thor pulled his hand away and settled it on the side of Steve’s hip, Steve took the opportunity to grind down and against Thor’s own erection.
His experience, with other men, was limited to kisses and hand jobs in alleys outside of dance halls after he had made eye contact with other men lingering along the wall. He primarily relied on the cues that Thor was feeding him, and on thinking about what he would want and what he thought would feel good.
Thor gripped him, hard, and were he of normal abilities the bruises would have stayed for a day or so. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...” Steve said.
“Yes?” Thor asked, and he reached a hand up and pressed it on Steve’s chest. He trailed his hand down Steve’s abdomen, using a finger to outline the delineation of his muscles. “I wish to cover every inch of you.”
“I...I would like that,” Steve managed.
Thor grinned at him. “Not tonight, perhaps,” he said. He flicked his own hips up into Steve’s and then tugged at the boxer briefs Steve had changed into - he made a mental note that he was going to have to thank Thor for the recommendation, later.
For a moment, Steve felt exposed and unsure - but then Thor’s hand was back on his erection, palming it. Thor guided him down to the mattress and reached forward to grab lubrication from his bedside table. Before he settled back down, Steve tugged Thor’s underwear off and stared for a long moment at Thor’s erection.
“Fuck,” he said, finally.
“In time,” Thor replied, and smiled and laughed. He laid himself down on his side and beckoned for Steve to follow him. He touched Steve’s side, almost lazily, and Steve moved forward so he could kiss him.
Thor’s kiss was earnest, hard, and Steve pressed himself closer to the other man and groaned into the kiss as their two cocks touched one another. Steve palmed his ass, squeezing, and Thor moaned.
Thor placed a lubricated hand on Steve’s cock, and moved it up and down, slowly, somehow in rhythm with the kiss. His top finger stroked over the top of the head and lingered along the ridge. “Oh, god, Thor...”
Thor began to kiss down him, sucking along his neck, his collar bone, and then on his nipple. “Thor!” Steve said, not used to the sensation - and he moaned as Steve scrapped his teeth against the nipple and then moved to the other. “Oh, goddamn, that is...”
“Yes?” Thor asked, and kissed down Steve’s abdomen until he came to his cock. “Yes?” And this time, Steve knew this was a question - which seemed stupid, to him, since-
“Yes!” he said. Thor licked a strip up his cock and then around the head, and Steve shivered. Thor pressed a hand to his lower stomach and then moved to his hip, gripping him hard. “Thor, that’s so-”
Thor had just the head in his mouth, and he was working his way slowly - painfully slow - down Steve’s cock. Steve began to grip at the sheets, not sure what else to do as Thor teased with his tongue and lips. When he had all of Steve inside of him, he moved up at the same laborious pace. “Tease-” Steve said, and Thor chuckled against him and Steve moaned at the vibrations.
Thor increased the pace, though he often detoured to minister to just the head. At some point, he put a thumb behind Steve’s balls and rubbed, gently. “Thor, I really need - I’m going to-”
Thor lifted his head off. “Steven - I would very much like to be inside you, if-” Steve met’s Thor’s eyes. The other man was still massaging his prostate, and Steve nodded, biting at his lower lip. He had given a little thought to the issue as he walked from the kitchen to Thor’s door, and he wanted - well, all the sex. And it seemed, for the first time, that it was good to trust someone with more experience.
Thor nodded, and used the hand on Steve’s hips to cant them upwards. He trailed his thumb back from where it was and circled against the opening. Then he moved the thumb away and put a finger in its place. Steve moaned at the sensation, slightly surprised that just that touch would feel so good.
Thor pressed inwards, slowly, and Steve pressed against the sensation. “You feel wonderful, Steve, trust me,” Thor said, and he kissed Steve’s cock and moved his finger in further. Steve settled against the foreign sensation and met Thor’s eyes. He was smiling, and that was enough to relax Steve. “There...” Thor said.
“Oh,” Steve said. “Oh, that feels - oh, fuck! Thor! That’s - oh, that’s good...” he moaned, as Thor grazed against his prostate over and over.
They continued slowly, from there, Thor stopping occasionally to use his tongue and mouth on Steve’s cock. Soon he had three fingers in him, stretching and tugging - and Steve found himself thinking more. “Now,” he said. “Now, Thor, I want this-”
Thor removed himself from between Steve’s legs, and Steve instantly grabbed his arm and pulled him down so that Thor was on top of them. Their cocks were aligned and Steve took the opportunity to grind his hips up against Thor and then took both their cocks in their hands. “Steven! That is - that is so good.”
Steve took the cue and let go, and Thor pulled himself upwards. He used his hand to guide Steve’s legs up to his shoulders, and then lined him up. “I wish you to let me know-”
“Of course,” Steve said, and returned Thor’s smile. “I trust you.”
The first, short push caused him to groan, but then Thor began to thrust inwards - he pulled in, and out, moving small increments each time. Steve gripped the sheets tighter and held Thor’s eyes. The sensation went from painful to strange to awkward to full, and then, as Thor was perhaps half in him, good. This is...different, he managed, and he closed his eyes and inhaled and allowed himself to experience the sense of fullness, of Thor moving in and out of him, of the pleasure that was coming from how Thor was touching him.
And then it was better than good, and as Thor’s cock moved against his prostate Steve moaned to let him know. There was the beginning of things, the first hint of the orgasm to come, and Steve allowed himself to fixate on that sensation and hold it.
“Steve - yes,” Thor said, and slipped further in before stopping and then slowly pulling out. Thor leaned a little further in towards him and Steve instantly rocked against him. “Oh, Steve...”
They settled into each other, slowly finding a slow rhythm that Steve found pleasurable - but soon he realized it was less than what he needed. “I want - Thor, more...” he said, voice soft, and Thor nodded. He increased his pace and somehow managed to plunge in deeper, and Steve moaned.
“You feel wonderful, Steve,” Thor murmured, and he leaned down further so their foreheads touched one another.
As he pulled back out, suddenly Steve experienced the full hit to his prostate that Thor’s fingers and cock had only hinted at before. “Holy fuck!” he groaned, and his hips canted upwards again.
“That - more of that,” Thor urged, and he grazed his lips against Steve’s.
They worked in tandem, then, Thor pressing in and out of Steve as he arched his hips into the stroke. He felt pressure and heat build in his lower belly, and he found himself moaning at each stroke and biting at his lower lip as the orgasm began to build.
Soon, Thor’s hand was on his cock, and Steve squeezed his eyes because he knew that he was close. Thor pushed, hard, and hit him full on, and Steve found himself suddenly orgasming, throbbing, the second or third pulse containing the largest burst of relief and pleasure. “Beautiful, Steve,” Thor said, and Steve let his head full to the side as Thor continued until he came, soon after.
They met each other’s eyes again, and Thor grinned down at Steve - it was hard not to go along with his energy. Thor leaned down and kissed him lightly again, then pulled out and flopped down next to Steve.
Steve brushed some of his hair, now unruly, out of his face. Thor closed his eyes and Steve continued to work his fingers through the thick blonde hair. “That’s so lovely,” Thor said, and he turned and kissed Steve on the mouth.
“Thor - that was...that was incredible,” Steve said.
“I am glad,” Thor said. “It was for me, as well. It would seem we are quite compatible.” He gave him a slow, almost sly smile, and for some reason all Steve could think of was the erotic cake from earlier. How, exactly, had he been that dense? “Would you accompany me to the shower?” he asked.
“That sounds good,” Steve said, and Thor stood and offered him his hand. Steve took it and allowed Thor to pull him up, and for a moment they stood and looked at one another.
“I would also like for you to stay, this evening,” Thor said, and kissed Steve on the forehead - a gesture Steve found surprisingly endearing.
“I would really like that,” Steve said, and placed a hand on Thor’s hip and squeezed.
“Now,” Thor said, “It has been an excellent day.”