When the Bifrost retreated, he looked around, quickly spotting his destination at the other side of the lake. A large house, built of a mixture of stones and woods, sitting right on the edge of the water, and the residence of the person he was seeking. With a deep breath, he started his way around the water.
Normally, he would have flown straight over to the house, but now he needed time to think. Time to contemplate and think about his situation. And there was a lot for him to think about and the problem he came to solve.
He vividly remembered when it all started – it was after learning about his brother´s innocence in the invasion and coming to fight the Chitauri forces that attacked the town of New York. He recalled seeing those long grey locks, almost shining like a silver veil as he moved through the battlefield. Those eyes glowed like a green nebula around the diamond-shaped irises. The unearthly grace and deadly precision with which he fought his opponents. And after the battle, came the breath-taking smile and carefree laughter, when Loki and shield brother Anthony made him laugh, that captured Thor´s mind and came to haunt his dreams for many nights to come.
Thor knew how his interest in the Midgardian mage came to be. Since the moment he saw him, in the middle of the battle, the thunder god felt an overwhelming need to get to know the grey-haired beauty better. So, he grasped the first chance to talk, over the feast in the Earth tavern they found after the battle and did his best to satisfy his curiosity. The young man introduced himself as Harlan Peverell, younger sibling of friend Anthony Stark and a member of a species called Sitha-gat. He apparently ran into Loki while the other mage was being mind-controlled and managed to break him out of it, though not in time to stop the invasion from happening. Afterwards, Loki seemed to stick close to him, clearly finding comfort and reassurance in his presence after such a traumatic experience. Finding out that Harlan was a prankster and had a trickster streak to match Loki´s only sealed their friendship and made them inseparable. That probably should have discouraged Thor from his interest, but instead, it made him want to get to know the other more and more. And the next day, once they were all rested and refreshed, Thor got to see the caring and nurturing side of the brave warrior mage for the first time. A sharp contrast to the formidable fighter he witnessed in action, but enchanting at the same time. From that day he could hardly think about anything that wasn´t connected to him.
He wasn´t ashamed to admit that he was attracted to Harlan. He was a very handsome fella, even with his feline features and the fact that he wore a strongly feminine fashion style. There was no denying the power of this sort of natural magnetism, which just made people notice him, and a friendly, if mischievous personality. However, what made him the most irresistible was his ability to read people, with all their goods and flaws, and accept all of them. The way he accepted Loki with all that was there to his complex character was telling enough, but Thor had since witnessed the other use this ability in diffusing even the tensest situation while bringing a result that both fighting parties accepted peacefully. Particularly, after finding out that Jotunheim survived its supposed destruction, and during the following negotiation with Asgard. Had Harlan not played a mediator, there was little doubt in Thor´s mind that things wouldn't have been solved so peacefully as they had been. It was a formidable and admirable trait that made Thor respect and want the other more. He wanted to…No. He felt that he needed to prove himself to be the perfect match for Harlan. It became his mission to convince the grey-haired male that he was the right one, worthy of his affection and love. That he could and would give the other anything he desired, just for a single chance.
But things never got that far, all because the blonde Asgardian blew up any possibilities since he couldn´t overcome his pride. The masculine pride that left him frustrated and angry, every single time Harlan defeated him in a fight. Because not only was the Sitha-gat talented in the arts of magic, but he was also as strong, maybe even stronger than Thor himself, despite his shorter and slimmer build. And that left a bitter taste in his mouth because it made him feel lesser, as not good enough, not strong enough for the others to notice him. He tried many tactics to compensate for it – taking Harlan to Asgard, inviting him for hunts, trying different forms of competition, even letting him join in the prince´s royal duties, just to prove himself capable. But his desired one seemed to take to all of them so naturally and with a grace that left Thor to seem wanting. He never encountered a situation like that and so he dealt with it using the only method he knew – anger. And that cursed emotion only served to drive away his chosen one. Leaving him hopelessly lost…
…at least until this very moment.
He walked up to the wooden terrace and then came to stand in front of a decorated wooden door. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to the bronze door knocker. He knocked twice, then waited.
"Coming!" he heard coming from inside the house and soon the door opened, revealing Harlan, dressed in comfortable clothes and barefoot. His hair was pulled back in a loosened ponytail and his feline features were also out, so Thor got a good look at a pair of small round ears on top of his head and a long fluffy tail swishing from side to side. He was also without his glasses, so the prince had an unobscured view of the other´s eyes. Eyes that reflected the surprised look on his face when he saw the blonde Asgardian, clearly not expecting to see him.
"Lord Harlan," Thor greeted him with a bow and a small smile on his lips.
"Your Highness," the mage returned his greeting. "Welcome to my humble home. How can I be of service to you?"
Forcing himself to keep up the smile, at the formal greeting and treatment, Thor answered "I came to speak to you about an important matter." He paused for a moment, then gestured inside. "May I come in? I fear the talk might take longer than what we might be able to discuss at the threshold of your house."
Harlan didn´t answer him right away and instead choose to look at Thor´s casual attire and relaxed stance as if trying to figure out the other´s motifs. It took a while, but he finally nodded and stepped to the side, letting the other in.
Soon Thor found himself in a spacious living room, seated on a comfortable couch, as he patiently waited for Harlan to return with some refreshments. He looked around, taking in the details of his dearest´s vacation residence, and he couldn´t help but smile. Everything meshed well together and gave the place a nice, homely feel that made anybody who came here feel welcomed. Just like its owner, which only reminded him of the reason for his current visit. He came to try and solve the uneasy situation his anger and pride created between him and Harlan. A situation that lasted three weeks. Three miserable weeks during which Thor felt like he had lost all hope of ever rekindling his friendship with the other, let alone building a foundation for something more.
However, that all changed a few days ago when his brother cornered him and had a serious talk with him about his intentions with Harlan. That had been one hellish talk, as Loki verbally tore him a new one for being such an idiot, for not seeing that the Sitha-gat wouldn't care about silly competitions. For putting his pride before his honest feelings and acting in anger, instead of talking things out like a normal adult. Thor was still embarrassed that it took Loki´s words to realize how big of a fool he was and to gain determination to do something about it. But here he was, and he was determined to do things right this time. He was going to apologize, even beg for forgiveness if necessary, and explain everything to his chosen one, including his feeling. Afterwards, he would let Harlan decide and he would accept whatever decision the magic user came up with. And if he got rejected in the end, he will act like an adult and accept the decision.
The thought of rejection stung, but what did Thor´s feelings regarding that matter? He and Harlan weren´t in a romantic relationship. They used to be friends at best before Thor screwed up and destroyed their bond. Even if the other male didn´t return his feelings, he would be satisfied with just being friends again. He would be happy for that, even if one day Harlan would find someone to fall in love with. Thor would accept that and move on.
With that in mind, he ran a hand through his hair, muttering "I can do this." He had to.
"Your Highness?"
As though summoned by his thoughts, Harlan returned, carrying a tray with two mugs and a plate of homemade cookies. "I hope you won´t mind, but since it´s cold today, I took the liberty to prepare us some hot drinks. And the cookies are a batch of lemon ones, fresh from the oven," the magic-user explained as he put one of the mugs in front of Thor, along with the plate and then took a seat in the armchair right across the Asgardian.
"Thank you, for your thoughtfulness, Lord Harlan," the prince smiled as he raised his mug and took a small sip. A small hum of pleasure escaped him at the taste of his favourite espresso hot chocolate. "Your drink is delicious as always."
"I´m glad it is to your liking, Your Highness," Harlan returned his smile, drinking from his own cup. "Though I must admit that you caught me heavily underprepared by your visit. Had I known you would come, I would have made better arrangements to host you properly, with better entrainment."
"It´s alright, Lord Harlan, this is plenty," Thor reassured his companion, and to show his point, he took one of the lemon cookies and ate it in one go. "Your cooking is a treat in itself, regardless, if it is a feast or something simple as this. I honestly…missed it during the three weeks we haven´t spoken with each other." He paused for a moment, taking another sip from his drink, before continuing "That´s also why I´m here. The fight that led to our separation, I mean. I came to discuss it with you."
He saw how Harlan´s expression dropped at the mentions of the fight, ears flattening against his head and tail wrapping around his knees. "I see," the grey-haired male muttered, gaze fixed on the mug in clutched his hands.
The sight of this stung Thor´s heart, but he steeled his nerves. He set down his mug and straightened in his seat, focusing on what he wanted to say. "I wish to apologize to you, Lord Harlan. For my behaviour at that time, as well as for how I acted before that. I got angry at you for no apparent reason and said things that were cruel and petty. For that, I sincerely apologize. You didn´t deserve to be treated like that."
The magic-user looked at him in surprise, but then he shook his head. "You´ve nothing to apologize for, Prince Thor. Believe me. If anything, I should be the one to apologize to you. I had over-stepped and behaved above my station far too many times. It´s only natural that you would lose patience with me like that."
"No, you´re wrong. You did absolutely nothing wrong, Lord Harlan."
"With all respect, You Highness…"
"Lord H… Harlan, please," Thor interrupted him, gently but firmly, and the other´s mouth snapped shut. "Please, let me explain. I would like to clear up a few things between us, and then you´re free to express your thoughts on the matter. Could you give me that chance, please?"
"I…alright," the Sitha-gat nodded, after a moment of hesitation.
Thor gave him a thankful smile before he grew serious. He took a deep breath, then started talking "The reason for my anger at that time wasn´t because of your actions or anything. You did nothing to warrant my anger. In fact, every time we meet, be it on Asgard or here on Midgard, you are polite and attentive, ready to help those who need it. Your compassionate heart and kind nature never ceased to amaze me. You also proved to be courageous and strong enough to stand up for your beliefs, even when the odds are against you. I admire and respect that about you. Ever since I first saw you, during that battle in New York, I knew you were different from anybody I ever met. And you proved that repeatedly, which made my feelings for you grow stronger with each passing day. At the same time my frustration grew too, just as strongly," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. This was going to be the hardest part to explain, but he had to get it out if he wanted to make things right.
He retook his mug into his hand and drowned the warm liquid in one go before he set it back down. The drink seemed to help clear his mind because he found himself speaking again. "Please, don´t misunderstand – I wasn´t frustrated with you, but with myself! You see, I…tried to do all sorts of things to make you notice me." At Harlan´s surprised look, he elaborated "You remember those hunts I invited you at? The competitions I participated in, whenever you were around? And the time when I asked if you wished to help me, with my duties as a prince? I did all of that because I was hoping that I might be able to impress you with my abilities and… hopefully, earn your affection. I wanted you to see me and possibly give me a chance. Then…I… I think my arrogance and pride got the better of me. Every time you proved to be stronger than me, or even better at things that I thought were my strengths, I… I felt like an idiot because I thought all my efforts to get you to like me…all my attempts to impress you, were useless. I tried everything I thought might remedy that, so I can prove myself worthy of someone like you, but… everything I did felt like a failure, and I got more and more frustrated! It got so bad, that I started to get angry at myself…as you know, I have problems with my temper, and it always gets the best of me… And three weeks ago, that temper of mine exploded and I said those horrible things, despite not meaning any of them. I was just so angry that I wasn´t thinking straight! But that´s no excuse for taking it out on you."
He got up from his seat and walked around the coffee table until he was right next to the grey-haired man. Here he fell to one knee and taking one of Harlan´s hands between his, he pleaded "There is nothing that could possibly excuse or pardon what I did and there is nothing I can do to change the past, no matter how much I wish I could. I can only ask for forgiveness. So, please, forgive this fool his actions and stupidity, his sins against you, for hurting you was never his intention! I have long since come to regret everything and I will do anything, just to be graced with even an ounce of your forgiveness! I will do anything you wish, just to…" he was cut off when the Sitha-gat´s free hand rose to cup his cheek.
He blinked, not noticing when the other had put away his cup. At the same time, he became aware of the gaze with which Harlan was looking at him. His face was unreadable to the prince, but his eyes held such an intensity that Thor nearly had trouble breathing. The comparison with the green nebula was more noticeable than ever before, the green around those diamond-shaped irises shifting and changing in shades, as they kept looking at the kneeling prince. He held the gaze head-on, hoping that whatever was Harlan looking for, he would find it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harlan spoke up: "I believe your words, Your Highness, for I know you´re not a malicious or a cruel person. And because of that, I forgive you."
Thor let out a breath he didn´t realize he was holding in and smiled at his companion. He opened his mouth to thank him, but the magic user kept talking "But I have to ask you to clarify something to me…if you don´t mind it, of course."
The thunder god nodded. "Ask me anything."
"In your talk you… you mentioned having feelings for me," the magic-user blushed slightly at his own words. "What kind of feelings are those?"
"My feelings for you," Thor started slowly, carefully thinking about how to express himself properly "They are hard to describe by words alone, but I can try: I respect you, both as a warrior and as the gentle, caring person you are. I admire you, for your strength and your compassion. I adore everything about you, from your bright smiles to your sharp words. I desire you, for your mere presence makes me feel alive," he covered the hand touching his cheek by his hand before he tilted his head and placed a small kiss on the palm "But above all else, I love you."
"What?"
"I love you, Harlan. From the bottom of my heart, I love you. And that´s why I wanted you to notice me, I was hoping that I might be able to win your love that way."
The man with feline features looked at his companion with wide, shock-filled eyes. He couldn´t believe what he heard. The apology and everything Thor said before was hard to believe in themselves, even with the ability of his eyes to read emotions and nature. But what he heard just now was even harder to believe. Did Thor really say he loved him? And did that mean he…returned his feelings? He didn´t dare to hope, until today, but now…
"You´re a foolish man, Your Highness," whispered Harlan with a small smile. "Did you really think I didn´t notice you?"
"Harlan?"
"I always saw you, Prince Thor. Always," said the wizard and then leaned forward to brush his lips against Thor´s in a soft kiss, before pulling away to look into his blue eyes. "I just didn´t believe that you would return my feelings."
He watched as his words sunk in before a joyous smile broke on the prince´s face and he was pulled in for another kiss. Closing his eyes, he sunk into the kiss and warped his arms around the other´s shoulders. The prince warped his hands around his waist, pulling his close, until they were both kneeling on the floor, their chests pressed together. A tongue traced his lips, and he obediently opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Neither of them could get enough of the other and suddenly, all their feelings came flooding them all at once. They couldn´t get close enough and when they parted for air, Harlan started nuzzling and scent-marking any place he could reach, while Thor rained kisses on the grey-haired male´s neck and shoulder.
Just when Harlan was contemplating biting the other´s shoulder to mark his claim on the prince, he became aware of the sudden tightness in his pants. And from how close he was pressed against the Asgardian´s body, he could tell that the other had a similar situation to his own. With his tail warped around the other´s waist, a pleased purr escaped him as he moved his hips against Thor´s, both moaning as their clothed erections rubbed together. He nuzzled the blonde´s neck and opened his mouth…
"Harlan, please wait!" Thor pleaded, as his arms around the Sitha-gat´s waist moved and hands seized his waist, stopping the friction.
"Prince Thor?" the wizard pulled back slightly to look at his beloved, head tilted to the side. "Something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong," the prince was quick to reassure him. "In fact, I´m enjoying myself very much. I just wanted to make sure you´re comfortable with where this is heading. I don´t want to pressure you and if we´re moving too fast…"
"Your Highness," Harlan cut him off, pressing a finger against his lips. "We both know that if you did something I didn´t like, I could easily throw you across the room." He paused, and they both chuckled at the memory of something similar happening during their spars before the wizard continued "I want this. I want you."
Thor smiled at him, kissing him again. "I want you too, Harlan. And please, call me just Thor. No more of Your Highness, you´re my equal."
"As you wish, just Thor," the Sitha-gat teased, earning a soft laugh from his companion.
"I have myself to blame for that one," muttered the prince with a fond look.
"You kind of do-ah!" Harlan gasped then moaned when one of Thor´s hands moved up to tease his ears and the other started rubbing the base of his tail. The purring returned full force as he clung to the prince, and it got louder when the prince started to alternatively kiss and nip his shoulder and neck. He tried to hold back some of the instincts, that was threatening to take over…
Yet, the moment Thor bit down, hard enough to leave a mark on his neck, whatever self-control he possessed in this situation was thrown out of the window.
"My bedroom," the magic-user breathed out, pushing himself from Thor. "Now!"
The Asgardian just looked smug at the flushed, aroused state of his companion, but obediently followed him upstairs to a spacious bedroom. But the prince didn´t have time to see more than the big windows before he was thrown on the king-sized bed. He landed on his back and barely had time to catch his wits when Harlan climbed on top of him and started kissing him. He moaned into the kiss, reaching up to touch the other. Maybe even pull more of those delicious sounding purring from him. Instead, his plans got halted as strong hands seized his wrists and held them down.
"Harlan, what are you doing-oh!" Thor asked, when they broke the kiss, only to groan when he felt his partner´s tail rub against his crotch. The agile appendage moved up and down the clothed arousal, alternatively applying strong pressure and light caresses. The touches felt good, but they were also very distracting. He barely registered as Harlan leaned down and he had great difficulty making out the words he was whispering into his ears.
"Tell me, Thor," he shivered as his name was pronounced with a purr, "how would you like this? Would you like me to take you," teeth grazed his ear in a gentle bite before a kiss was placed on his earlobe "or would you like me to ride you? Hm?" To emphasize his words, the tail against his crotch pressed down harder, trailing from the base to the tip of the clothed length.
"Ngh!" Thor grit his teeth, trying to hold his composure.
He was taken aback by his beloved´s sudden dominant side, having not expected it within the usually gentle-natured individual. Normally, it was Thor who was the one in charge, the one in control. He was the one to have his partners writhing and coming undone under him. That should be the situation now too.
He opened his mouth to answer, but something halted him. Doubt.
Was it really what he wanted?
"Nothing?" inquired Harlan. "Or maybe…you need a bit more convincing?"
The grey-haired man pulled his lover into another kiss and released his wrists. The, now free, clawed hands moved to knead the other´s firm pecks, very much like a cat would knead a blanket. It made Thor moan into the kiss, growing louder as the palms rubbed against his nipples. Despite his tunic, he felt everything through the fabric, from the warmth of the hands to the pressure of the claws, and it sent sparks of pleasure through his body. His own hands flew to the other´s shoulders to ground him, as his body trembled, and hips rose to meet the touches of that torturous tail.
He wanted more. Needed more.
"Harlan, p... please," he pleaded when the other pulled away. "More…"
"I will give you more," murmured Harlan, a sly smile appearing on his lips. "Just tell me how you want this, and I will do it, Thor."
"Ah! H-Harlan!" The prince arched his back as the other´s hands pulled up his tunic and explored the exposed skin.
Taking advantage of those open lips presented to him, Harlan slipped his tongue inside and explored the cavern. Thor squirmed against the kiss, unconsciously parting his legs, which allowed Harlan to settle between them. The tail from his crotch retreated as hips pressed against his, and he groaned into the kiss as he felt Harlan´s harness rub against his. It felt so good. The position too felt good, as Thor came to realise, cheeks red as their hips started moving against each other. Their tongues fought with each other, trying to dominate the kiss. They exchanged breaths and tasted each other. Thor tasted like the espresso chocolate he loved, where the bitter coffee provided excellent contrast against the sweet milk chocolate. Harlan´s taste was a mixture of the naturally sweet apple cider and the earthy cinnamon. Two so different tastes, but in their kiss, they blended flawlessly, and Thor could have gotten lost in the feeling, but now he had other things to focus on. His hands left Harlan´s shoulder and trailed down the Sitha-gat´s back, making the other shiver.
The prince smiled into the kiss and his hands travelled lower until they reached the hem of the magic-user´s shirt. As if reading his mind, Harlan pulled back slightly and allowed the Asgardian to pull it up and over his head, until it was discharged on the floor. Doing so also undid the tie in Harlan´s hair, so the silver-grey waves fell around his shoulders and down his back, creating a veil-like effect and making Harlan look even more ravishing.
This allowed Thor to gain an unobscured view of the markings on Harlan´s shoulders, pectorals, sides, and forearms, and the Asgardian knew that they also covered his beloved´s spine. It was a mixture of twisted lines, like tribal marks, and natural leopard spots. The markings were usually invisible when Harlan was in his human form, but now, with his feline features out, the mixture of green and silver could be seen too. Thor was always fascinated by these marks and how the colours pulsed and glowed whenever the magic user cast a spell. And now, seeing them in front of him, he couldn´t help but sit up and reach out, tracing each mark with his fingers.
Awe filled Thor, as he felt the skin shift under his fingertips, with each breath his partner took. He looked up to meet Harlan´s eyes. "Lay down, please…"
The Sitha-gat did as he was asked, and Thor moved to hover above him. Without hesitation, he put centuries of experience to use, as he leaned forward and started exploring the markings further, both with his hands and with his mouth. He kissed and nipped the heated flesh, enjoying each gasp and groan he managed to draw from his partner. And whenever he came across one of Harlan´s scars, words of praise and love for this strong male left his mouth, as he made his way down, and his hands came to the other´s sweatpants. Fingers caught the hem of the pants and Harlan lifted his hips, allowing himself to be stripped completely. Then he blushed harder, the red travelling down his neck and to his chest when Thor pushed his tights apart and lowered himself to be on the same level as his pelvis.
"Beautiful," the thunder god whispered in softly, nuzzling the inner tight of his partner. His beard scratched gently against the soft flesh, earning a full-body shudder from his partner.
"Thor, ah!" Harlan moaned, then cried out as the prince kissed the tip of his erection. "Fuck! AH! Don´t tease me!"
"But you deserve it, love. For teasing me so much before," the prince smirked, taking the hardened length into his hand, and starting to pump it slowly at first and gradually picking up the pace. Harlan let out a small cry, then a shaky gasp as fingers teased his sack. His hips moved to meet each stroke.
"Thor~," whined the magic user. "Please~."
The Asgardian hummed, thinking over it, as his hand worked in pleasing his lover. "Maybe if you tell me about your feelings for me? You heard my confession, now I would like to hear your…"
"Y-You…ah! D-Damn… ngh! Damn tease!" the shorter male growled, but he was smiling. "A-ah! Alright! I-mm! I will do it-GAH!" He cried out when his erection was taken in by Thor´s mouth. The blonde took his time to run his tongue over the sensitive head, before continuing down the hard shaft, taking as much as he could in, before pulling back up. "W-Wait, Thor! I c-can´t–ngh! I can´t explain l-like t-this! I can´t focus!"
"You can, my dear," Thor murmured softly once he pulled away. "You´re very good at multitasking, after all," he winked at him before he took the length back into his mouth.
Harlan growled, moaned, and panted, his hands finding Thor´s head. He buried his clawed fingers into the long blonde locks to ground himself, as he fought to focus, despite the sensation between his legs. He shakily started "T-To quote your words… my… my feelings for you… are hard to describe… by words alone… I admire your strength and… your endless sense of loyalty… I respect you as a prince and… your ability to admit your faults and… learn from them… I desire you because I feel… safe and cared for…and happy… whenever we´re together… I… I admire you because of your courage to… fight for what is right… And above all I… I love you!" He shouted out the last part as Thor started to suck harder, deepthroating him, rubbing his sac and teasing it with his big fingers. He could feel his release coming closer and closer, and all he could do about it was plead and curse, chasing after his release.
The peak came when Thor hummed around his length, the vibrations from the sound being too much. He came with a cry of ecstasy, spurting in the blonde´s mouth, who swallowed all he could before he pulled back and wiped off the few drops that escaped his mouth. At the sight of that, Harlan couldn´t help but chuckle.
"When it comes to sex… being the God of Fertility… has its perks, eh?" he teased as he panted, earning a chuckle from Thor.
"It does, dearest," he said with a small smile, placing a hand over the other´s stomach, "One of which, I hope, we will be able to exploit on a later date."
The implication of the hand´s placement was not lost on Harlan and the thought of carrying Thor´s child caused him to purr. It pleased him and a part of him even wanted to get right down on the business, but he reigned it in. Later, he told himself as he entwined his fingers with Thor´s on his stomach. Now to tease him a little more.
"Did you know… that due to our unique biology, Sitha-gats, can have children, regardless of the sex of our partner?" he questioned in a nonchalant tone. At the other´s interested look, he raised his knee and rubbed it against the prince´s side, as he continued: "Or that we can impregnate our partner, regardless of their race, sex or fertility rate?"
Those words caused the Asgardian to freeze, clearly picturing the scenario in his mind. The grey-haired male smirked at the way his partner´s blue eyes widened, and a blush appeared on his cheeks. Cute, thought Harlan. Maybe a good way to tease him more on a later date…
Green eyes blinked and the next thing he knew was that he was seeing the Asgardian all but tear off his own clothes. Within moments he was naked and with a growl he threw himself on Harlan, kissing him with a new passion. The younger male just chuckled to himself and did his best to match his partner.
He had fallen so hard for the thunder god, hadn´t he? With all his being and it showed to those around him. He may be arrogant, hot-tempered and rash at times, but those were just parts that made up the man he loved. Because other than that, there was, for example, his loyal, honourable, and supportive nature. Thor might not be perfect, but who was? Harlan himself was far from that, so he didn´t expect it from his partner or partners. He only wanted them to see him for himself and not for his money or fame, and Thor gave him that. Since the first time they met, the Sitha-gat knew there was something special about him, not counting his alien status or his status as a prince. He found himself looking forward to whenever the thunder god visited Earth, or when he was allowed to visit Asgard, long since concluding that he felt the best with the prince with everything that came with him. He liked how he could lighten up the room with his mere presence, Thor´s mature way in which he took up responsibilities. Harlan also liked the expression of puppy-like joy and enthusiasm, whenever the prince was confronted with something new and unusual – like that time Harlan took him to Croatia, so they could listen to the "sea organ". It was positively adorable and one of the memories the magic user would cherish for the rest of his life. Moments like that only served to make Harlan fall more and more in love with the thunder god.
At the same time, a part of him always thought that loving Thor might be a hopeless endeavour. Thor was the crown prince and so he had to have a partner that was able to match him and stand by him when he took the throne. He figured that, as a mere Midgardian, he wouldn´t be seen as someone worthy of his attention or affection. But another part of him, the more primal side, wanted to prove himself to Thor and so he took any opportunity presented to him, subtly getting Thor to trust and rely on him. It started slowly, by showing the other that he was a supportive and reliable partner, and then Thor started to visit and invite him more often. And when he got to help Thor with his duties as a prince, he was overjoyed, because he thought that his patience and determination were paying off.
However, what he failed to consider was that his efforts might come across as too strong or that Thor might not appreciate his gestures. That led to an argument and three weeks of loneliness, during which he tried to figure out where things went wrong. What mistake did he make?
He honestly blamed himself for what happened, which was why Thor´s visit today took him by surprise. A pleasant surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless.
And there they were now.
"There is an oil, in the drawer of the nightstand," the Sitha-gat whispered when they parted. "If we wish to continue further, then we will need it."
Thor paused, then nodded and lifted himself off Harlan, to retrieve the sandalwood massage oil from its place. He returned shortly after, but instead of using it, he put it in the other´s hand.
The magic user looked at him in surprise. "Thor?"
"I…I would like to feel you inside me, Harlan," the blonde prince admitted with a bright red blush on his face. Then, as if realizing his words, he looked away, suddenly looking shy and nervous. "Just, be gentle with me, please."
"…it would be your first-time bottoming, am I right?"
"Yes."
The magic-user blinked at these words before he smiled softly at his lover. Sitting up, he pulled the prince closer and kissed him. The Asgardian was tense at first, but slowly relaxed and let Harlan dominate the kiss.
"Lay down and relax. I´ll take care of you," the grey-haired male promised.
With a small nod, the prince obeyed. He laid down on his back, spreading his legs, and Harlan settled between them. For a moment, the Sitha-gat just observed the form in front of him, taking in every detail he could. The flustered, shy expression on the prince´s face. The rising and falling broad chest. The strong tights, trembling under his exploring fingers. To have such a strong fighter like Thor under him, seeing him in a vulnerable state that nobody did before. To be given such trust and honour. Amazing, he thought with a small smile.
Finally, he took the small bottle and applied the substance inside on three of his fingers. He paid attention to thoughtfully coat each of them with the aromatic liquid, from the tip to the knuckle. He needed to be sure that he wouldn´t injure the other. He wanted to make him feel only pleasure, so he won´t regret his decision. Though, a part of him also wanted to mark Thor´s body so thoroughly that he would never even dream of seeking pleasure from another person after this.
When he deemed his fingers covered enough, he closed the bottle and put it aside. He pushed the thunder god´s legs further apart, then scooted closer. Green eyes met hazed blue ones, as his fingers caressed the puckered entrance, wordlessly casting a small spell to prevent any cuts or tearing, curtsey of his claws. He felt, rather than saw the other male gasp and twitch, as the spell did its job, and he took that opportunity to ease in the first finger. This time, Thor´s hips jerked up and the prince instinctively tried to close his legs, but Harlan held them firmly apart. To distract his lover, the younger male placed one hand on the hard length and started pumping it, in rhythm with the movements of his other hand. Thor moaned at the stimuli, and his moans grew louder when Harlan leaned forward and alternatively kissed and licked on his nipples. Thanks to the ministrations, the uncomfortable feeling slowly eased, and pleasure replaced it. When another finder slipped in, he groaned as it stung, but it felt good at the same time. He cursed and pleaded as Harlan´s fingers began scissoring and stretching his insides and touching all the good sports. It felt both too much and not enough at the same time.
However, when the third digit joined the first two, Harlan twisted his hand and the fingers hit something that had Thor cry out his name. Smirking at the other´s reaction, the grey-haired male doubled his efforts. His fingers mercilessly stimulated the prostate, his hand on the other´s manhood moved faster and faster, and his mouth sucked and left marks on the wide chest in front of him. The assault of pleasure soon became too much, and the prince came hard in the other´s hand, clenching down on the fingers in him. He rode out, what was probably one of his most intense orgasms, with one hand thrown over his eyes, until he was left panting.
Harlan nodded to himself, deeming the other more than ready, and pulled out his fingers. Thor whined at the sudden empty feeling, but otherwise made no effort to move. The magic-user chuckled at this, as he took the bottle again and applied the oil on his own hard length, along with a silent contraceptive spell. No need to take a risk. Once it was coated enough, he banished the bottle and adjusted his position before he guided his arousal to Thor´s entrance. Upon skin contact, they both moaned, and Thor removed his hand, looking at Harlan.
Harlan held his gaze, a silent question in his eyes, as he pressed on more firmly. But he made no further move, waiting for a response from his lover.
The prince swallowed dryly, then nodded.
With permission, Harlan slowly pushed in. Thor arched from the bed, groaning lowly at the feeling of being penetrated. The Asgardian tried to hold himself together, as the hard length easily pushed past the tight ring of muscles inside of him. He held into the bedsheets under him to ground himself, but it barely helped, as the cock pushed further and further in. This was so new to him, that the unfamiliar feeling of fullness was almost too much to bear and his ass felt like it was splitting. So, when the other finally bottomed out, he couldn´t hold back the relieved sob that escaped him. He was panting hard, almost unable to breathe properly. At that moment, the blonde was unbelievably grateful that Harlan stopped moving, so he could get used to the sensation.
"Breathe, love," instructed the grey-haired male softly. He tried to hold together his composure, but it was difficult since all he wanted was to pound to the sheets. But he had to be patient and wait for Thor to adjust. "Just breathe and relax. It will soon feel good and then I will make you feel even better."
"I-I know," whispered Thor shakily. But it was still too much.
As if reading his mind, Harlan leaned forward and started nuzzling and kissing every place he could reach. His lips mapped the thunder god´s chest, shoulders, neck, and face, moving in an unpredictable pattern. His hands caressed Thor´s side and lips in slow, confident strokes. He didn´t say anything, and instead, a loud purring accompanied each movement. He is comforting me, Thor in a daze. Then he shuddered when his lover kissed and licked his ear. And it was working like a charm – the sound and the vibrations accompanying it slowly overshadowed any other sense. Thor´s body gradually relaxed, his breathing became easier, and pleasure replace any discomfort. Lust and heat pooled into the prince´s lower region and he found himself wanting more. Needing more.
"Please, move," whispered the prince, wiggling his hips lightly.
"Alright," murmured the magic user as he pecked Thor´s lips. "I love you, my prince."
"I love you too, my dear-AH!" Thor cried out as Harlan pulled almost all the way out, before slamming right back. Hard. "Norms! H-ah! Harlan!"
"Keep calling my name," commanded the Sitha-gat huskily, as he let his instincts take over. He set a fast, strong pace, and kept on with his comforting ministrations from before. The contrast between the gentle gestures and almost brutal thrusts was too much for Thor to process at the same time. The prince could only moan louder and louder as he was rammed into, his body welcoming everything his lover had to give. His muscles kept contracting, trying to hold onto the warm intruding body. But the magic user moved with such certainty and power that nothing could stop him. He even shifted his hips in a way that allowed him to hit the other´s prostate with each thrust, which caused Thor to cry out in bliss and release the sheets he was holding. His hands then moved up to hold onto Harlan´s shoulders for dear life.
The prince kept chanting his lover´s name, along with needy pleads and curses, as Harlan made love to him. His back arched against the other body and his legs locked themselves around the other´s waist. Everything felt amazing and more special than any encounter he had before. He knew it wasn't because of his current position, though he was glad he trusted his lover with this. Harlan was an amazing partner and the prince loved him.
He kept remembering that as he pulled his lover into a kiss, which Harlan easily dominated. During the kiss, the magic-users tail snuck between their bodies and started stroking Thor´s cock, making the blonde moan louder. The tightness in his lower body grew stronger with each passing second, his peak coming closer and closer. When the feeling grew too strong, he broke the kiss to gasp out "H-Harlan! I-AH! I´m going to come! Nghah!"
"Then come with me, Thor," the magic-user groaned, hips moving even faster than before. "Come. Come for me, love!"
With the next move, he managed to hit that small bundle of nerves one last time and Thor threw his head back with a scream. His body contracted violently and squeezed Harlan´s cock tightly. Just as their pleasure came to its peak, Harlan instinctively leaned forward and bit down into the thunder god´s neck, hard enough to draw blood. At this, Thor´s eyes flew wide open, and his body arched against his partner, hips bucking as he came. Harlan followed soon after, releasing his lover´s neck to roar as he spilt inside the prince.
He collapsed on top of Thor, nuzzling and kissing the bite mark he left on the neck. "Mine," he growled possessively, as he licked away the blood, feeling his lover shiver and moan against him.
"Yours," murmured Thor tiredly.
Pleased to hear this, Harlan purred and cuddled with his mate. A comfortable silence fell on upon them, just basking in each other presence, Thor taking a lazy pleasure in his lover´s doting and affection.
"I… really need to thank Loki later," mused the thunder god. That made the Sitha-gat pause and look at the Asgardian, with a question in his eyes, so he elaborated "He made me open my eyes and come talk to you, instead of wallowing in my worries."
Hearing this, Harlan couldn´t help but chuckle. "Let me guess – he cornered you and gave you a tongue-lashing, didn´t he?"
"Alas, he did," Thor smiled, then reached up and caressed the other´s cheek. "But I´m glad for that, otherwise we wouldn´t have this."
"You´re probably right," the magic-user nodded, nuzzling the hand on his cheek. "We both should thank him. But later." He kissed the palm before his eyes met Thor´s. "Right now, I can think of more important things to fill our time with."
The prince shivered at the intense gaze and he couldn´t help the grin that appeared on his face. "Would you like to share your ideas with me then, dearest?"
"Gladly, my prince," smirked Harlan as he leaned forward and kissed his lover, ready for another round of lovemaking.