THIS IS PWP. IT HAS NOTHING IN IT THAT ADVANCES THE STORY. GO AHEAD AND SKIP IT IF YOU WANT.
Steve's birthday fell on the Fourth of July, and Tony threw a huge party for it, despite Steve's protests.
"Really, this wasn't necessary," he said, looking at the decorations and the enormous cake, not to mention all the presents.
"Shut up and open your presents, Birthday Boy!" Tony said, clapping a hand on Steve's shoulder. "We're doing fireworks later tonight."
Steve liked every one of his gifts, thanking everyone profusely. As Tony and Natasha went to cut the cake, Steve was offered one more present. Jormungand handed him a thin package.
Steve smiled and thanked him. "Nice wrapping paper," he commented dryly.
"Erika picked it out," Jormungand muttered, suddenly embarrassed by his half-sister's choice of paper that said 'You're not old—you're vintage' all across its surface.
"Oh, wow," Steve breathed as he unwrapped a black leather-bound sketchbook and a set of pencils. "This is beautiful. Thank you," he told the other man, giving him a dazzling smile.
"I have something else for you, but it'll have to wait until later," said Jormungand, giving Steve a coy smile.
Clint wolf-whistled and waggled his eyebrows.
Steve shot Clint a dirty look, than gave Jormungand another smile. "If it's anything like this, I'm sure I'll love it."
It was nothing like the sketchbook.
Later in Steve's room, Jormungand told Steve to sit on his bed and wait, and then he took the bag he'd been carrying with him into Steve's en suite bathroom and shut the door. When he came out, Steve had trouble remembering how to breathe.
Jormungand was dressed in black leather pants that laced on the sides and exposed his hips and part of his legs, black heel boots, and a dark green and black leather collar decorated with gold studs fastened around his neck. His hair was freed of its customary ponytail and fell past his hips, framing his pale face. He leaned against the doorframe, his hands tucked behind him, and said in a hesitant voice, "Happy Birthday, Steven."
Oh, God.
"I found a quaint little shop while searching for your present, and I found something . . . . interesting." Jormungand revealed what he'd been holding behind his back and held it up for Steve to see. "Midgardians use these to pleasure themselves, do they not?"
Steve swallowed.
Oh, God.
A vibrator. Jormungand had bought a goddamn vibrator, and it was huge.
Jormungand gave Steve a small smile, revealing his unnaturally sharp teeth. "You and I," He continued, moving slowly towards the bed, his hesitance slowly evaporating, "Are going to have a little fun." He placed the vibrator on the edge of the bed and then proceeded to crawl up to where Steve sat. Steve watched him, watching the wiry muscle under Jormungand's skin shift and flex as the taller man crawled across the bed. Jormungand nudged Steve's legs apart and kneeled between them, running his hands up and down Steve's shins. His hands moved up to his thighs, then to his hips, crawling forward until he was straddling Steve. "Tonight, I want you to have your way with me, any and every way you can think of." Jormungand gave him another small smile before leaning closer to kiss his way up Steve's neck.
Steve let out a small whimper and reached For Jormungand, but stopped at the last second. " . . . . Anything?" He asked, his mind automatically thinking of the vibrator sitting within his reach.
Jormungand licked a stripe up Steve's neck and Steve's hand shot up to tangle in Jormungand's hair. "Anything," Jormungand rumbled, his voice barely above a growl. "Don't hold back."
Steve was still hesitant. Sure, sex with Jormungand had always been great, but that vibrator looked awfully big—he didn't want to hurt Jormungand.
Jormungand huffed. "I'll be fine, Steven." He gave Steve a heated look. "I'm practically a God—I can take it."
Steve believed him. "Alright. Um. Do you have something I can used to tie your hands together?"
Jormungand smirked. "As a matter of fact, I do." He kissed the corner of Steve's mouth. "I want to prepare myself first, and I want you to watch . . . if that's alright?"
Steve's half-hard cock became fully erect at that, and he blushed before nodding. He patted the bed next to him and Jormungand climbed off of Steve's lap. He gave Steve a look that said 'too many clothes,' and watched as Steve stripped off his pants, underwear, and shirt in record time. Once Steve was completely undressed, he got to work peeling the leather boots and pants off Jormungand. Jormungand reached for the collar around his neck, but Steve stopped him, blushing as he said, "Um, could you . . . . leave that on?"
Jormungand nodded and left the collar alone.
Steve reached over to his nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube he kept in the drawer. Jormungand held out a hand and Steve squirted a generous amount in his palm. He watched as Jormungand settled on his back and spread his legs, rubbing his hands together to warm up the lube before gently pushing one finger into himself, working it a bit and squirming. He added another finger, then two more after that, letting out short, breathy moans as he worked his fingers in and out of his hole, and when he was done he reached over to spread the extra lube over Steve's cock.
Steve stopped him and shook his head, and then he reached for the vibrator.
Jormungand happily lubed up the toy and inserted it in his hole, pushing slowly until it was all the way in. He wiggled a bit, biting his lower lip and moaning again as it stretched and filled him.
Steve knew Jormungand was used to Steve's size (and Steve was pretty well-endowed) but this thing was enormous, and Steve almost couldn't believe Jormungand had managed to get it all the way in.
Once the toy was in place, Jormungand held out his hands, and Steve used the length of fabric Jormungand had given him to tie his wrists together. Jormungand stretched his bound arms up above his head, and Steve just took a moment to look at him.
"Um, while this is going, I'd kind of like to . . . fuck your face," he mumbled, almost too quiet for Jormungand to hear. "If that's okay."
Jormungand looked like it was his birthday instead of Steve's, and he nodded eagerly, scooting until he was between a kneeling Steve's legs and Steve's cock was practically slapping his face.
Steve almost laughed at his eagerness. He reached back for the vibrator's controls and studied it for a minute, quickly working out how to turn it on.
As soon as it was on, Jormungand let out an absolutely filthy moan that made Steve's cock ache. "Does that feel okay?" he asked.
Jormungand nodded, wriggling under Steve happily.
"Okay," said Steve, and then sucked in a sharp breath when Jormungand licked a stripe up his cock—he gave the tip a quick lick before popping the head in his mouth, careful to keep his teeth out of the way. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath through his nose.
Jormungand's mouth completely engulfed Steve's cock, the tip of his nose nestled in Steve's pubic hair. Steve felt Jormungand swallow around his cock and his head fell back, his right hand reaching down to tangled in Jormungand's hair. He started moving his hips, slow at first but quickly picking up speed. He tangled his other hand in Jormungand's thick hair and quickened his thrusts.
He never lasted long when Jormungand deep-throated him, and this time was no different. A tug on his hair was all the warning Jormungand got before Steve was cumming. Instead of swallowing it all down like he usually did, though, Jormungand did something that surprised Steve—he pulled off of Steve's cock with an obscene slurping sound right before Steve came, and Steve watched as thick ropes of cum splattered all over Jormungand's face. Jormungand held his eyes closed and kept his mouth open and his tongue out, swallowing whatever landed in his mouth.
Blinking through his post-orgasm haze, Steve moved off of Jormungand and took hold of Jormungand's cock, which was leaking pre-cum. He gave it a few strokes, and that paired with the now fully-powered vibrator was all Jormungand needed before he exploded, his load coating both of their stomachs and chests. Once he was done, he started squirming and writhing. "Uf m-mikið, t-taka það o-út," he managed to gasp out.
Steve was still fighting to catch his breath. "Huh?"
"T-titrari . . . . . uf m-mikið, t-taka það o-út . . . .Unni-vinsamlegast," Jormungand whined. Then, screwing his eyes shut and letting out a high-pitched whimper, he said in an extremely thick accent almost impossible for Steve to understand, "T-take it o-out. Pl-please," he whined, choking back a sob. "To-too m-much."
The fog lifted from Steve's mind and his eyes widened before he hastily grabbed for the vibrator remote and switched it off, pulling it out gently. "I'm sorry," he apologized quickly, feeling extremely guilty. "Jor, I'm so sorry—I forgot about it."
Steve mentally kicked himself. He'd thought he was a better lover than this—not only did he forget about the vibrator, but he hadn't helped Jormungand get off until after he'd finished; every time they'd had sex so far, Steve had always made sure that Jormungand came first.
Steve reached up and untied Jormungand's wrists, rubbing at where the fabric had been wrapped. He laid down next to Jormungand and pulled the taller man into his arms, running one hand up and down Jormungand's back while the other hand ran through his thick black hair. "I messed this up, didn't I?" he muttered miserably.
He had to strain to hear Jormungand's reply, the other man's face pressed against his chest, and Jormungand's English was still almost impossible to understand.
"N-never . . . c-come s-so ha-hard . . . in m-my l-life."
Steve's hands stilled. "Seriously?"
Jormungand nodded. "Awe-awes-aweso . . . ughhh," he moaned, giving up and settling for giving Steve a shaky two thumbs up.
Steve couldn't help it—he laughed. "We should probably get cleaned up—this stuff's a real bitch to get off once it dries." He laughed again and groaned when Jormungand licked his chest. "Not what I meant. C'mon, up," he ordered, sitting up and pulling the other man with him.
Jormungand huffed but allowed Steve to manhandle him into the bathroom. They ended up taking a bath, with Jormungand seated between Steve's legs while Steve washed cum out of his hair. Once they were all clean and toweled off, Steve changed the sheets on his bed before pulling an exhausted looking Jormungand into bed with him, holding him close. He kissed the top of Jormungand's head. "This was an amazing birthday. Thank you." Then, doing his best to remember how to pronounce it, he said, "Jeg elska thig, Jormungand Lokison."
Jormungand snorted. "Your pronunciation is terrible," he murmured sleepily, his accent thick but understandable. He wriggled closer to Steve, nuzzling his face into Steve's neck. "I love you, Steven Rogers."
They fell asleep not long after that.
A/N: Writing smut is fun :)
