Because YOU demanded it! More Steve and Thor! Enjoy.
And OMG! I'm so sorry this update took fucking FOREVER! My life kinda totally exploded in my face, but in a good way! I'm doing awesome at my job and all my bosses love me and I have tons of hours; and it's the first job I've ever had so I'm excited about it going so well. So yeah, I've been working 6 days a week and have been pretty tired, so I apologize again for the lateness. But I make up for it with SEX!
Thor began his day with renewed excitement. Although he felt bad that Loki was suffering with an Earth-borne illness, he knew Tony would take care of him. Today he planned on spending with Steven, in an effort to leave behind these traitorous feelings he harbored for Loki. He had no idea that Steve had had an interest in him, but upon this discovery began feeling very hopeful. Steve was a worthy warrior and an excellent friend, Thor had no doubts about Steve's loyalty or honor. Though Steve was a bit more innocent than Thor liked he was sure he could fix that problem easily. He chuckled to himself at that thought. He had dressed comfortably in blue jeans, a soft cotton sweater, and a leather coat, anything extra wouldn't be needed because it was relatively warm out this day. He turned to the full length mirror and made a face at himself. He had become more and more Midgardian in his appearance, he'd even argued with himself about cutting his hair off, and it was starting to bother him. He liked to fit in among the humans, but felt like he was losing his heritage in some way or causing Asgard dishonor. He knew that was a silly thing to think but it still bothered him. He sighed at himself and easily pulled his golden locks into a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. He opened the bedroom door to step out into the hall but found Steven standing there with his fist in mid-air. Steve dropped his hand and cleared throat, blushing,
"Uhm…good morning." He tried, smiling bashfully. Thor chuckled; Steven is such a tender and shy man, he thought to himself.
"And good morning to you." He responded, closing the bedroom door behind him.
"I…um…I wasn't actually sure if you were awake…and I didn't want to wake you…" Steve babbled nervously. Thor put a gently hand on Steve's shoulder and guided him to the stairs,
"It is fine." Thor assured. They began their decent down the stairs to the living room.
"So…" Steve cleared his throat again and regained his composure, "Was there something in particular that you wanted to do today? Or are we just going to wing it?" he asked. Thor looked at him in confusion,
"You cannot fly, Steven." He said this in a soft tone, like he was speaking to a child and didn't want to hurt its' feelings. Steve laughed out loud.
"No no no." He waved his hand dismissively, "It's a figure of speech. It has nothing to do with actually flying." He explained with another laugh. Thor made a face,
"I will never understand why you Midgardians must always speak in figures." He mumbled. Steve shrugged nonchalantly as they entered the living room. Clint was lying on the couch shooting spitballs unto the ceiling. Upon closer inspection Thor saw that Clint had spray painted a purple target on the ceiling above him. Also, Clint was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and, what probably was, women's underwear. Steve gasped.
"Oh my…Tony is gonna flip." He was shaking his head at Clint who just shrugged one shoulder in response. Thor looked at Steve in confusion again,
"What does Clint's target practice have to do with flipping?" He asked. Steve laughed in exasperation,
"No…it's just another figure…" He tried to explain but Thor started waving his hands as if shooing a fly,
"Never mind!" he said, "I get it. More figures." He walked to the front door and held it open for Steve. Steve stepped outside, still laughing. They walked a block in silence, just enjoying the day. Thor stared up at the sky almost the entire time, counting clouds and airplanes, until they came to the street corner and he rudely collided into a STOP sign. The metal pole vibrated back and forth from the impact while Thor glared at it, as if it had stepped in his way with the intent of offending him. Steve was laughing so hard he was almost on the ground. There was red mark on Thor's forehead and he started rubbing the spot tenderly.
"Aww…" Steve finally stopped laughing and came to look at Thor's injury, "You ok, big guy? You should really watch wear you're going." He lightly rubbed Thor's forehead. Thor snorted,
"Perhaps people should not place such hazards on a pedestrian walkway." He grumbled and crossed his arms.
"Oh I'm sure you're not the first person to walk into one." Steve chuckled some more. Thor was still huffing indignantly,
"One would never find such things upon the Bifrost!" He claimed. Steve rolled his eyes,
"Yes, but the Bifrost is not designed for mass public transportation." He then wrapped his arms around Thor's right bicep and started pulling him across the street. When they got to the next corner Thor suddenly snapped his fingers and turned to Steve excitedly.
"You cannot fly, but I can!" He exclaimed, "Would you like me to show you?" he asked.
"I've seen you fly before." Steve replied calmly. Thor chuckled this time,
"What I meant was to take you flying." He said. Steve looked nervous suddenly and he took a step away from Thor,
"Oh…I don't know about that…I like the ground, I'm safe here." He said. Thor frowned at the rejection, but remained optimistic,
"I would never allow harm to come to you, Steven." He promised. Steve still looked hesitant,
"I could fall…" he mumbled. Thor suddenly wrapped his arms around Steve's chest and pulled him in,
"Then I'll hold you tighter." He whispered. Steve's face went red and he looked away, but he placed his hands on Thor's shoulders and stepped unto Thor's shoes.
"Wait, don't you have to have your hammer?" he wondered. Thor just chuckled softly in response. Steve gasped when he felt a sudden weightlessness, and despite himself he looked down. He squeaked and crushed himself into Thor, gripping the soft shirt till his knuckles went white and squeezing his eyes shut. Thor raised them slowly enough to not cause Steve any serious trauma but he wanted to go high enough to see all of New York. When he finally stopped he took a deep breath and slightly loosened his grip on Steve so he could look at his face. Steve was burying his face in Thor's shoulder and mumbling to himself,
"…a terrible idea…" Thor heard him say. Thor chuckled and gently nudged Steve to get him to open his eyes. Steve slowly opened one eye and looked up at Thor. He straightened himself and the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't see any buildings, just clouds. He looked around further and thought with astonishment that those clouds looked close enough to touch. He then made the terrible mistake of looking down again. Beneath his feet were a few more drifting clouds, and under them…was the city. He couldn't even see cars upon the streets. They could have easily been the same height as a passenger airplane would be. Steve almost screamed as he gripped Thor again,
"Oh no! THOR! GO BACK!" he protested, and even started hyperventilating, "Put me DOWN! I WANT BACK ON THE GROUND! NOW! This is not fun….not fun…" He was crushing his eyes closed and Thor thought he might actually be crying. Steve knew it was a ridiculous fear to have, given all the more dangerous things he'd done in his life, but for some reason the prospect of free-falling to his death terrified him. Thor frowned,
"Steven…do you really have so little trust in me?" He asked softly. He physically felt Steve relax just a bit, and he started breathing normally again. He looked at Thor, and Thor felt really bad because Steve looked honestly terrified. But he wasn't going to give up. He slowly removed one hand from Steve's waist to point at the horizon,
"Look." He said sweetly, once again sounding like he was speaking to a small child, "Before you miss it." He smiled. Steve momentarily wondered if Thor's voice became like this by default whenever he was speaking to someone in emotional distress because of all the years Thor had spent with the emotionally wreak Loki. In a lot of ways Loki was like a broken baby bird and Thor was the giant, warm hands protecting him and nursing him back to health. Pushing those thoughts aside, Steve reluctantly gripped Thor's extended hand and turned around. Thor's other arm didn't loosen its hold on Steve's waist. Steve's eyes widened as he gazed at the sunrise that was still happening. From street level you could never see the sun through the buildings, but up where they were there was nothing blocking their view. He relaxed further into Thor's arms,
"Wow…" he said quietly, "Now if you could just erase all the buildings and put the ocean there, I'd be in heaven." He smiled. Thor chuckled,
"I could take you to the ocean." He said. Steve tensed involuntarily,
"No!" he said, gripping Thor's arms, "No…no, that's ok. This…this is pretty awesome." He smiled up at Thor, "Thank you." He said and Thor's face lit up with a big grin,
"You are very welcome." He replied. They watched the sun in silence until it had passed the horizon completely and was shining a full circle in the sky. Then Thor slowly descended them back into New York. Steve forced himself to keep his eyes open this time and as the ground became closer he spotted a Ferris wheel and bright lights in a corner of Central Park.
"OH!" he exclaimed suddenly, squeezing Thor's arm in excitement, "The Carnival!" Thor had no idea what a carnival was but at the sight of how excited it made Steve he definitely wanted to find out. They were close enough to the ground now that it didn't seem to bother Steve, so Thor accelerated them forward through the air and they came to land upon the sidewalk in front of a giant lit up archway. There was loud, cheery music playing and many children running around holding toys and cotton candy of various colors. Thor watched the Ferris wheel going around and saw a very tall clown entertaining children with balloons that he bent into animal shapes. He also saw a pirate, a roller coaster, and a small shop with shelves packed with candy. Steve was almost jumping up and down beside him,
"Oh my gosh." He was saying, "I love the Carnival!" Thor smiled at Steven's childish glee and only made him more excited,
"Then what are we waiting for!" he stepped past some people to head inside the Carnival grounds, but Steve caught his hand,
"Wait! We have to pay to get in." he said. Thor's eyebrows scrunched up,
"Pay for what? I have not done anything." He said. Steve laughed,
"No, pay with money." He explained. Thor's eyebrows went up in understanding and he began searching his pockets,
"Alas, I have no currency upon me." He grumbled. Steve giggled, he had always loved Thor's strange "Viking Talk", as Clint called it.
"It's ok, I think I got it." He stepped into the line of people waiting at the ticket booth and gestured for Thor to stand next to him.
"Why are we waiting here?" Thor asked. Steve gestured to the other people,
"We have to wait our turn." He said. Thor nodded and mouthed the word "Oh". Steve started bouncing again,
"Ooo! What am I going do first?" he asked himself, "I can't wait!"
"But you just said we have to wait." Thor argued. Steve laughed loudly,
"You're just never going to understand figures of speech, are you?" he said and Thor shook his head. They finally got to the booth and paid the teenaged boy behind the plastic window. The young man held out two bright pink plastic bands and Steve extended his wrist so the boy could fasten the band. Thor mimicked Steve and placed his forearm upon the counter, the boy looked at Thor's fist then up at him. Thor just grinned at the boy who was obviously startled by Thor's mass.
"Um…" the boy started, "This isn't going to fit you…" he said holding out the pink band. Steve laughed,
"You don't have any bigger?" he asked. The boy shook his head,
"They're one-size fits all." He glanced at Thor again, "Or one-size fits most, in this case." Thor was trying in vain to reach the band around his wrist, but it was at least an inch and a half too small. "It's cool. Just keep it in your pocket, in case someone asks to see it." The boy said.
"Thanks." Steve said and he began pulling Thor along. Thor shoved the little pink band into his back pocket and followed Steve. The first thing they came to was the cotton candy stand, so they paused to get two orders then continued walking through the crowd.
"Sorcery!" Thor suddenly exclaimed and Steve turned to look at him in confusion, "This sugary pink cloud vanishes upon my tongue! How am supposed to eat it?" he was openly glaring at the pink cotton candy. Steve laughed,
"That is how you eat it, silly. See?" He stuck his tongue out and placed a lump of bright green fluff upon it, the candy slowly melted and Thor watched in fascination, then Steve swallowed it. Thor nodded as if the secrets to the universe had just been revealed to him, then he copied Steve's behavior and stuck his tongue out to watch the pink cotton melt away. Thor looked just like a little kid who was trying to catch snow on their tongue. Steve chuckled at the sight. They entered the games area and Steve squealed excitedly when he saw giant stuffed animals. He ran over to one giant teddy bear and showed it to Thor,
"Look!" he said, "It's Thor sized!" he laughed, "Maybe I'll name him Teddyzilla. Or Thor Teddy. Or Teddy Thorzilla?" He laughed again. Thor suddenly reached up and ripped the over-sized stuffed bear from its hanger and handed it to Steve. The woman behind the counter started yelling at him.
"No, Thor!" Steve protested, "You have to win it! You can't just take it." He gave the bear back to the woman, "I'm so sorry. He's never been to a carnival before." He told the woman. Thor looked openly offended,
"I can win anything. Name your challenge, wench!" he shouted at the woman and pounded his fist upon the countertop, "And I shall claim your stuffed bear as my prize!" The red-haired woman popped her gum at him,
"Five bucks and you get three shots to knock down all the pins." She held out her hand. Thor made a "Pft!" sound at her, as if that was the most ridiculous task he'd ever heard. Steve handed the money to the woman and in turn she handed Thor three tennis balls. He gave the wooden bowling pins a serious gaze,
"I shall win you that bear, Steven. 'Tis a simple task, for I have watched many a games of baseball with young Peter." He explained. Steve giggled childishly,
"Good luck, big guy." He said and took a few steps back. Thor gripped one tennis ball in his right hand, then leaned back looking just like a baseball pitcher and threw the bright green ball into the stack of wooden pins. All the pins fell to the floor with hollow sounds and the woman handed the giant stuffed bear back to Thor.
"Hah!" Thor exclaimed, "A fool's challenge!" Steve was laughing again as he took the bear from Thor,
"These games aren't meant to be that difficult, silly. They're just for fun." He said.
"Verily. It is fun." Thor grinned. They went around, playing every game at least once, and soon enough they had a plastic garbage bag stuffed full of cotton animals.
"Oh here! You'll love this, Thor!" Steve said as they came to the next game, "See, you take that wooden hammer and hit the bottom button as hard as you can to try and get that…" he pointed at the moving metal piece as a man was attempting the game, "…to hit the bell at the top. If the bell rings, you win." He finished. Thor nodded,
"I accept this challenge." He said and stepped over to the man orchestrating the game. The man's eyes went wide at the sight of Thor,
"Woah, folks! We got us a regular Hulk Hogun over here! Ya wanna give it a shot, big fella?" he asked Thor, and Thor nodded.
"Indeed, I do." He said. The man handed Thor the wooden mallet and Thor made a face, "You call this a hammer?" he said. Steve started laughing from the sidelines,
"Let's not have a hammer debate, Thor. Just hit the thing!" he encouraged with a lively fist pump. Thor didn't even bother using both hands; with obvious ease he struck the giant red button. Not only did the little metal ringer fly into the bell, putting a dent in it, but the handle of the mallet also snapped in Thor's grip. Thor slightly blushed as he picked up the broken pieces of wood,
"Opps…" he looked at the man bashfully, "Forgive me, friend…it was not my intentions…" The man's eyes were slightly bulging and his mouth agape, "I forget how strong I am sometimes." Thor handed the broken hammer to the man.
"Wowzers…no kidding. That's a hella'ova swing ya got there, big fella." The man smiled and gave Thor his prize, "Maybe you should get a career in sports…like boxing, or arm wrestling!" the old man laughed cheerfully and Thor was glad that he wasn't angry at Thor for breaking the hammer. The man then reached under his counter and pulled out another identical wooden mallet. Steve and Thor continued on and Steve was looking at the giant bag of stuffed animals that Thor was carrying over his shoulder,
"Maybe we should be done with the prize games, huh?" he chuckled, "After all, we are gonna have to carry all this home." Thor nodded, and then blushed as his stomach made itself present. Steve laughed, "Yeah, I'm hungry too. Come on, I know the perfect traditional food." They made their way to a cluster of picnic tables on the grass and Thor placed their bag of plushies down to take a seat. "I'll be right back." Steve said holding up a finger and hurrying off to get their lunch. Thor absently watched people mill about; a little boy caught his eye and he sat up straighter to get a better look at the boy. He was pale child with dark hair and a beautiful face, standing by himself by an ice cream stand. The boy wasn't crying, nor did he look alarmed at being alone there. Thor glanced around for any sign of the child's parents. When he looked back at the boy he was staring at Thor in return. The hairs on Thor's neck and arms stood straight up as he gazed into two wide, green eyes and it was then that he realized why the child had caught Thor's attention to begin with. Startled by this, he suddenly jumped out of his chair, confusion rushed over him and he couldn't decide whether he should confront the boy or not. He didn't get a chance to make his choice as a slight, dark haired woman came rushing over to the boy, grabbing his small hand and hurrying off, yelling at him all the while. Thor stood there in a sort of confused shock. Though his reason told him it was merely a coincidence, he couldn't stop the crawling under his skin. He slumped back unto the picnic bench with a sigh. What would Loki be following him for, anyway? He shook his head and slightly slapped himself for his silly behavior. Steve suddenly slid unto the seat beside him, bringing him out of his reverie, and handing two hotdogs to him.
"I figured you'd want more than just one. And we can always get more if that's not enough." He explained with a giddy smile still plastered to his face. Thor smiled and nodded, then glanced at the food in his hand. He had had hotdogs before, given they were one of Steve's favorite foods and he ate them often, but Thor didn't personally care for them. He ate them anyways, if only to make Steve happy. And he was really hungry, after all. Neither of them had an interest in the roller coasters, so their next stop was the cliché Ferris wheel. The conductor held unto their bag of stuffed animals while they were on the ride. Steve was a little addled that Thor seemed bored upon the Ferris wheel but didn't let it sway him, and when the ride came to a soft halt at the top he bashfully scooted himself closer to Thor and took hold of the larger man's arm again. He rested his head atop Thor's vast shoulder and sighed.
"Ya know, I think this has been the best date I've ever been on." He said softly. Thor glanced down at him,
"Date?" he questioned. Steve nodded against his shoulder,
"Yeah, a romantic outing. A day spent with someone that you have a romantic interest in. They have that in Asgard, right?" he explained. Thor's deep chuckle slightly shook Steve's frame,
"Yes. We just have a different word for it." He said, and the wheel began moving again.
"What do you call it?" Steve wanted to know.
"A courtship." Thor said bluntly, "Though…men rarely court other men…" He added hesitantly. Steve frowned.
"Yeah…I know…" An awkward silence settled and then Thor felt bad for saying anything. He moved to wrap his arm around Steve and pull him in closer,
"So this is a date then?" he teased and Steve laughed gently and a blush came back to his cheeks. Thor was relieved to see him cheer up. Steve suddenly moved to face Thor and a sly grin twitched at his lips,
"I could ask you the same thing. Are you courting me, Mr. Odinson?" He licked his bottom lip nervously. Thor grinned and brought his hand up to stroke the back of Steve's neck,
"That depends…" he looked away playfully and glanced at Steve from the corner of his eye, "Do you like it?" Steve looked down, a full blush coloring his face now, and he tried to keep his cool composure despite his over-whelming urge to giggle like a little girl. He cleared his throat and looked back at Thor, who had turned to face him fully again.
"Of course." He answered enthusiastically. There was a mixture of playful joy and lust swirling in those bright blue eyes, and Steve vaguely noticed how they were the same color as the bright lightening that the God himself commanded. Steve felt Thor's large hand grip his thigh, and another familiar heat surged through him, he squirmed slightly under Thor's unwavering gaze. A rude halt of movement brought them back to reality and the Ferris wheel conductor handed them their bag of toys. They reluctantly got out of the car and Steve caught a few stray eyes starting at them, he instinctively threw his hand up to cover his face. Thor caught this immediately and he turned on the crowd,
"Unless you wish those eyes plucked from your skulls you will do well to avert them!" he shouted and all eyes were thus averted elsewhere. He smiled back Steve, who was trying to stifle a laugh,
"Where should we go next?" Thor asked.
"Actually…" Steve leaned into Thor and started pulling him toward the exit, "How about we just go home now?" He gave Thor a wink, but the look on Thor's face said that he hadn't caught the gesture.
"Are you certain? There is yet more fun to be had here." He said. Steve gave him another tug,
"There's plenty of fun to be had at home too." He said suggestively and it seemed that Thor finally caught what he was implying.
"Oh." Thor grinned with realization, "Indeed, there is." He agreed and suddenly leapt forward, sweeping Steve into his one free arm and flying them over the cars. Steve protested,
"It's not that far away!" he said.
"All the more reason to get there quicker!" Thor countered with a chuckled. The pair came into the living room to find Tony feeding Loki hot soup while intermittently rubbing his feet. Thor laughed at the sight,
"It appears that Tony has become Loki's bitch, as you mortals would say." Steve cracked up at the sound of such a phrase coming from Thor's mouth. Tony looked at the bag of stuffed animals that was spilling upon the carpet and gave the two a gawking glare,
"And where the fuck have YOU been all day?" He asked in an accusing tone. Neither of the blonds were phased a bit,
"The Carnival." Steve answered. Thor was kneeling beside Loki now, pressing a gently hand to the pale brow,
"How are you feeling?" He heard Thor asking in almost a whisper, and Loki gave a pitiful moan in reply. A tiny spark of jealousy entered Steve's chest, but he quickly stomp the rude intruder. He had no reason to be jealous, he knew that Loki took precedence over himself in Thor's heart and that was just the way it was.
"…can't believe you spent all day playing around…" Tony was muttering angrily. Thor placed a kiss upon Loki's head then returned to Steve with a grin,
"Shall we?" He nodded to the stairs. Steve looked a little surprised,
"You don't want to stay with Loki?" He asked. Thor glanced back at the couch.
"Tony is taking good care of him. He's alright." He turned back to Steve, "And besides, I am quite sure this date is not over." He spoke in a lower voice. Whether he did so to keep Tony and Loki from hearing, or just for the sparkling effect it had on Steve's skin Steve didn't know, nor did he care. With the bag of toys forgotten and abandoned, Thor took Steve's hand gently and led him upstairs. The closer they came to Thor's bedroom door the more anxiety gripped Steve's chest, and he found himself stopping in his tracks a few steps from the room. Thor turned around with an alarmed and worried look. Steve was licking his lips nervously again. Thor hadn't let go of his hand, and he turned now to stand in front of Steve,
"What is wrong?" he asked, placing his other hand upon Steve's cheek. Steve looked down at the floor then at the wall, like he didn't know where was safe to place his gaze.
"I just…I'm just nervous…I guess…" He settled for looking at Thor's blue eyes, they always seemed to calm him. He lowered his voice further, "I…um…I've never actually…" he started fiddling with the hem of Thor's shirt, "At least…not with a man…I mean…" Thor's chuckle silenced him,
"Steven, if you are truly uncomfortable with this, we do not have to do it. We do not have to do anything that you are not sure about." He said. Steve just looked at him for a minute, not sure what to say, but then he shook his head.
"No, no, I want to. I do. I just…you'll have to…teach me. Show me what to do, you know?" he explained. Thor nodded and gently guided Steve the rest of the way to his room. Thor was quick to remove his shirt, as if it had been branding him all day and he was finally being relieved of it. He softly, yet urgently, pushed Steve to the bed and tore hungrily at his clothes. Steve back-peddled, he hadn't expected Thor to be so forward and wanting, like a starved dog. Steve pushed at Thor's hands,
"Wait! Wait!" he cried and Thor froze with his hands upon Steve's now bare chest and his tongue lapping at Steve's throat. "Please, slow down. I…I'm overwhelmed!" Steve's voice hitched slightly and he tried to squirm out from underneath the mass that was Thor. Thor sat up on the bed and watched Steve for a minute. Steve's eyes couldn't stop drifting to the very obvious bulge in Thor's jeans, but despite the craving that shined through those blue eyes Thor was rather composed.
"Alright." He said suddenly, "Forgive me, I am not quite good at…slow." He said the word as if it were glue on his tongue, "How do you wish to start?" Steve looked completely thrown off by this question,
"Well…I…I don't know. Haven't you ever watched romance movies?" He wondered. Thor thought for a second,
"Hawkeye made me watch The Notebook with him once. He said it was a romance. And Tony watches those porns all the time…" he answered absently. Steve was shaking his head,
"Nonono, porn DOES NOT constitute a romance film. That's just gross." He sighed, "Gosh…I don't know why I thought you'd be a romantic…" he mumbled to himself. Thor frowned, he'd never been reprimanded for his love-making before and he felt bad that Steve was not enjoying this. He scooted closer to Steve and tried a different approach,
"Then, what is "a romantic"? Tell me what you want me to do." He gave a hopeful grin. Steve looked away bashfully,
"You know, soft, sweet, tender, passionate…not so fast and rough." He tried to explain. Thor gently wrapped his fingers around Steve's face and kissed him. Steve's breath caught in his throat and he was taken aback by the complete change of demeanor. Thor's lips were soft and caressing, tongue slightly more greedy and wanting, but it made Steve moan none the less. Thor pulled away to look Steve in the eyes,
"Like that?" he asked, like a dog awaiting his praise and reward. Steve melted, sighing heavily, eyes growing half-lidded. He nodded,
"Yeah…just like that." He breathed out, now far more aroused than he had been, and began tugging at the zipper of Thor's pants. Thor was probably just glad he was still getting laid, Steve thought, but at least it'll be more enjoyable for himself. Thor was able to take a pace that Steve could keep up with, but the eagerness in Thor's movements and touches still had nervous butterflies beating around in Steve's chest. He wasn't sure just how far he wanted to take this yet, and now was having second thoughts about leading Thor on this far. Thor was obviously practiced and he was neither hesitant nor shameful about anything, and that confidence only made Steve more uneasy and shy. But Thor wasn't stupid, he already knew how bashful Steve was, and he saw it even more so now that they were naked, lying next to each other. Thor understood the slighter man's want to take things slow, but if Thor didn't command things along at some rate they would be there all day. So he took the opportunity to pull Steve in beneath him, doing all he could to keep the other man comfortably distracted. Steve was gently rubbing himself against Thor's inner thigh and sucking at his neck. Thor worked one hand under Steve's thigh and slowly, yet deliberately, pulled it up to rest against his own hip. With a glance to make sure Steve's eyes were still closed, Thor began sucking on one of his own fingers while keeping his other hand comfortingly stroking Steve's thigh. Steve's other thigh was between Thor's legs, rhythmically rubbing up and down. After Thor thought he'd slicked his fingers enough, he moved more, pushing Steve's other leg aside with his own and adjusting his weight down to make Steve spread his legs. The tenseness of Steve's whole body made it obvious that he felt very uncomfortable in this position, but he complied. Thor made an effort to keep one hand stroking Steve's side and thigh, and place tender, encouraging kisses all over his neck and chest. He certainly didn't want Steven to be afraid of him; that would be counterproductive. He finally worked his hand between them and softly began rubbing one of his fingers, which he'd previously wetted, against Steve's opening. Steve's breathe hitched and his body went even more rigid at the sudden contact. Thor tried to shush him, tried to be soothing and encouraging.
"I will not hurt you, Steven." He assured with a husky whisper upon Steve's ear. Steve moaned in reply, and gently pushed his hips up against Thor. Thor took that as an invitation and he pushed his fingers in before Steve could change his mind.
"Aah!" Steve's voice broke into a high pitched moan of surprise and he panted against Thor's throat, but he didn't protest. Steve became more willing as the pleasure of Thor's touches took hold of him and he began to eagerly stroke Thor's cock with his hand. Thor's personality was very vocal, and that was ever present in their current situation, but Steve found his loud moans and growls comforting in a strange way. Thor finally got himself unto his knees and gripped each of Steve's thighs, both holding the man's legs apart and using them for leverage as he pushed himself into Steve. Steve was startled that it didn't hurt, considering Thor's girth, and he wondered if Thor had purposefully taken all that time to prepare him to avoid injury to Steve. Steve was beginning to understand Thor's subtle considerate behaviors and thought it was wonderful that Thor knew what he was doing and did it as gently as he could. Steve smiled beside himself. Thor took Steve's hands in his own and rested them above Steve's head, fingers laced together, then placed a tender kiss upon Steve's forehead before he started rocking back and forth into Steve. Steve was quick to finish, but Thor had expected that and he didn't want wear the smaller man down with too much friction afterward. So he pulled out and let Steve work him the rest of the way with his hands. Steve slumped into the bed when they were finished and curled up in the blankets, utterly satisfied and euphoric, a pink glow upon his cheeks. Thor beamed at the sight and crushed Steve into a warm hug where they fell asleep peacefully.