A Night to Remember
To say Stephen Strange was extremely disappointed to wake up alone in that bed would’ve been a huge trivialisation. That disappointment, however, lingered only for a short while, when the light splashing of water in the shower next door became audible. That accounted for the God’s absence.. though Strange was still a tad offended that he hadn’t been invited to join Thor.
He muttered a quick, “don’t be ridiculous” to himself. Just because he had feelings for Thor by no means meant said feelings were at all reciprocated. Although Thor had invited him to lie down with him before.. surely that couldn’t just be a platonic Asgardian custom, right?
Strange’s thoughts were interrupted and totally forgotten at the sight before his eyes when he sat up. Thor had emerged from the bathroom, nothing covering his Adonis-like body except a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, though not completely drenched, and skin practically glowing with a golden radiance. To sum things up, Thor looked… incredibly hot. God, that man should’ve been in an anatomy textbook, it certainly would’ve made studying for medical school much more eventful. The sorcerer was pleased for the duvet still covering his body from the waist downwards, to say the least.
Thor must’ve noticed Strange’s gaze, chuckling quietly in amusement.
“Are you quite comfortable there, Stephen?”
Oddly enough, compared to others who had dared to give it a try, it was nice when Thor said his first name. It sounded good. It sounded… this really wasn’t helping Strange’s state of arousal, which he tried to mask in his reply.
“Mhm.” ..yeah, he definitely didn’t hide that well. His face flushed, as his eyes battled with his brain, trying desperately not to allow them to trail down the God’s waist area.
Thor just gave another knowing laugh, though it didn’t sound half as mocking as Strange had anticipated.
“I do believe I owe you a favour for looking after me so well for these weeks. Is there anything I may help you with?”
Shit, yeah, there definitely was something. But Strange was far too respectful to ask for such a thing from the Asgardian, and besides, he liked him way too much to allow him to be a mere cheap one-off shag.
“I-uh.” Well, this was embarrassing. The Sorcerer Supreme, Defender of Worlds, found himself unable to formulate a basic sentence.
“Oh.” Thor definitely knew what was going on. He raised an eyebrow.
“Is that really what you want for your favour?”
Strange cringed at Thor’s disapproval, slightly frantic in his response. “You don’t sound impressed.. so, uh, no. I am not the type to do that without your wish for me to, please do forgive me.”
Thor ran a hand through his now almost dry hair, chuckling quietly.
“You have mistaken me, sorcerer. The unimpressive nature of my words was at many things, but not your request.”
“..What was it at then?”
“Well.” He inhaled, placing his a hand on either hip which only outlined his muscles more. How very helpful. “For starters, you shouldn’t use this as your one favour, be smart about that, I’d do what you’re thinking of anyway-“
“Really?”
Thor gave another disapproving look that sent a shiver shooting down Strange’s spine. “I haven’t finished. But of course. I was merely unimpressed that you didn’t have the confidence to… how do I say this.. well, to do something.”
“You want me to ..do something then?”
Thor rolled his eyes fondly at the other man’s borderline ignorance. “Only if you wish.. though I think you’ve made that clear enough. But yes, of course. Would you like for me to go back into the bathroom so you may.. try again?”
Strange scoffed. “Yeah”.
“Perfect. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” And with that, Thor winked and disappeared back into the bathroom.
As promised, Thor was going to be out in around 4 minutes, exactly as he had been before, with the same towel hanging limply from his hips, and hair just lightly dusted with water. And Strange definitely wasn’t about to take this for granted a second time.
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No sooner had Thor opened that door, than Strange had him pushed up and pinned against the wall. The sorcerer’s shirt was just about half buttoned up, and the God entertained himself by getting to work, unbuttoning it one by one expertly with his right hand, whilst the other explored the man’s lower back eagerly, giving the occasional squeeze.
Strange, meanwhile, was pressed up against Thor’s side, biting gently into the skin on his neck, leaving gorgeous little marks and bruises all along his jawline, encouraging the occasional low noise of arousal to escape the God’s lips.
“..fuck, that’s so hot.”
Strange narrowed his eyes, enjoying the power and silencing him with a passionate kiss, tangling his fingers in the Asgardian’s damp hair.
Meanwhile, Thor had finished removing the sorcerer’s shirt, and with little assistance, unbuckled his belt, allowing Strange’s jeans to hit the floor and be discarded to the side. Strange promptly jumped out of them around his ankles, onto Thor, wrapping his legs around the God’s waist, pressing their foreheads together, pausing and taking a moment to just breathe each other in.
Thor, out of impatience, perhaps, interrupted the short-lived moment, spinning around, slamming Strange into the wall for a second to assert his dominance that had been challenged a bit too much for his liking, then carrying him over to the bed, which had, with a little bit of Strange’s help, switched to a mighty king size bed, adorned with layers of blankets. On the side table were a couple small bottles of lube and a woven wooden basket of XL condoms, which would certainly come into good use soon.
Strange was clearly perfectly content to be thrown on the bed, and from his loud vocalisations, very much enjoyed Thor supporting himself on his forearms above him. On his way up Strange’s abdomen, starting from the bottom and working his way upwards, he paused, slipping his fingers just under the elastic of Strange’s boxer’s waistline. After a quick nod of confirmation from the man below him, Thor pressed a firm kiss to the obvious damp patch forming on the material, much to the delight of Strange, then eased them down his legs, revealing the extremely aroused state of Strange’s cock. Thor, though he had anticipated great things, was still taken aback by its mighty girth and length. It was bigger than most he had seen from any mortal, even some of other species, measuring up nicely even in comparison to his own. Thor, too, was soon unbearably hard and erect from such a sight. He reached across to the basket beside the bed, slipping a condom over each of their cocks swiftly, then grabbing Strange’s shoulder and flipping him over onto his front.
His voice was a mere low growl.
“Stephen.”
“..Yeah?” The half-muffled voice sounded almost desperate.
“What do you..desire from me.”
“Mh.” He barely paused before shifting his weight backwards until he was practically sitting on Thor’s lap. From there, he began to grind against the Asgardian’s groin, desperate for any form of friction and skin-to-skin contact he could derive pleasure from.
“..Oh wow, yeah, fuck, that’s good.”
Thor thrust his hips forwards, placing a hand on either side of Strange’s waist to steady him. Neither one of them was patient enough to delay this with any form preparation, probably a foolish decision, but one they were prepared to risk. Thor only took a moment to line himself up with Strange’s opening, lathering it and himself with copious but necessary amounts of lubrication.
“You ready?”
Thor squirmed around every so often in anticipation, something Strange was all too aware of, each movement sending a shot of bliss coursing through his body, igniting his veins and getting his blood coursing around his body. He gave a grunt of confirmation, but before the God could do anything by himself, bent forwards, and in doing so, penetrated himself on the Asgardian’s cock.
Thor let out a quiet whimper of sorts in surprise, as did the sorcerer initially, seemingly not educated on how to painlessly cope such a Godly size, however thankfully in comparison Thor by no means was an inexperienced nor inattentive lover, so took specific care to take things slowly initially, inching Strange further down his shaft with each agonisingly slow gyration of his hips. It became evident soon enough, though, that the both of them wanted things to become a lot more rough, for sure.
The pace was very much quickened, Thor keeping up a fast enough rhythm to not only satisfy Strange’s needs, but his own as well, whilst creating the optimum level of pleasure and hitting all the right spots. As he fucked the human from behind, Thor put his hand to work at pleasuring the man’s cock, still as hard and erect as before though easing slowly, which by now had turned a flushed shade of deep pink from the stimulation, the veins popping out to the point that they looked pained. At this point, anything and everything could’ve tipped Strange over the edge, and Thor, sensing this, slowed down his pace with a wry grin.
Strange produced a noise of indignation, one that sounded unfortunately similar to a moan. The God huffed in amusement, breathing heavily in his ear and retracting his hands back to their spots either side of the other man’s waist.
“Is there an issue, Strange?”
His head was still swimming from the denied pleasure, his cock throbbing with pent up energy, so desperately close to release. He had just the one primal thought running through his head, and attempted to move his hands to finish the job himself. Thor, however, saw this happening from a mile away, and his already lighting-fast reflexes, heightened by his arousal, served him well. He caught the doctor’s wrists before they even got anywhere close.
“Don’t even think about it”
Again, Strange couldn’t bring himself to formulate a coherent string of words in response.
“Go on, what’s wrong?” Thor teased him gently, his hot breath deliciously warming against the back of Strange’s neck.
“I-“ Strange gasped as Thor very purposefully shifted his weight around, changing the pressure inside him.
“You really must use your words. Tell me what you want, Strange.”
“..Please.”
“Please, what, love?”
He was definitely doing this on purpose now. The endearing term ‘love’ swarmed Strange’s mind.
He sounded less compassionate now, his voice taking on an edge of impatience, encouraging Strange to try and pull himself together, desperate to fulfil the God’s needs.
“I said, use your words. Please, what.”
“Please.. let me cum.” Strange despised having to beg for such a thing, to be lowered to such a standard. But he had to.. he needed to.. he knew that whatever Thor could and had just been doing to him, it would be better than anything he had and would ever experience.
This seemed to do the trick. Thor rewarded his compliance, speeding up again, perhaps even faster than he had been before, and soon had Strange in the same state as he had been mere minutes before. To see such a powerful, supposedly omnipotent being reduced to a moaning mess only encouraged Thor, and he neared his orgasm shortly after Strange. With one final thrust of the hips, the deepest and hardest yet, they both came in unison, Thor slowing down again as they were brought down from their delirious states of euphoria until they were both still. He pulled himself away reluctantly from Strange to clean himself up, and once he had sorted himself out, helped Strange, who was practically all out of stamina, to do the same.
Wordlessly, once they were both clean, more than satisfied, and comfortable, Thor got back into the bed, allowing Strange to wrap his arms and legs around the right side of his body. They were both still naked and lightly covered in sweat from their experience.. but that was a matter that could be handled in the morning, as was the matter of what they now were to each other. Friends, or something more..? Both secretly longed for the latter.
For now, though, the both of them could revel in the prolonged bliss of each other’s arms, cares momentarily dissolved from existence, blocked out so long as they remained in the embrace.