Thor had always had a pleasant taste, metallic, like fresh rain and yet gentle, like a warm shower in summer.

It felt like you were caught in a shower on a calm day, the warm water trickling down on you as the clouds above your head gathered into a blanket of grey.

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine as Thor put his hand on the small of your back and pressed you against his chest.

Without thinking about it, you lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck and deepen the kiss.

His lips opened a crack to allow your tongue to enter his mouth. There was the distant taste of mead on his tongue, sweet yet alcoholic. It must have been some time since he had last had the opportunity to drink. Either that or he had taken something before setting off.

It didn't bother you. At least not at that moment.

All that mattered was that old familiar desire that suddenly rose again in the pit of your stomach.

You wanted to feel his hands on your body.

The pressure on your back intensified.

Your chest pressed against his. His heartbeat pounded against your stomach.

You had to stretch to maintain the kiss, after all he was gigantic.

Slowly you dared to let the tip of your tongue brush his parted lips. The rough hairs of his beard tickled you.

Smiling, you let out a breath as his other hand grabbed your waist and pulled you fully into his lap.

Your crotch brushed against his.

Thor had always been less patient than his brothers, except for Baldur after he went mad. But it was only at that moment that you noticed how restless he actually was.

There was a bulge in his trousers that pressed against the inside of your thigh. You knew from experience that he was not yet hard but at least aroused. His cock twitched as you moved in his lap so as not to break the kiss.

His huge hand rested on the back of your head. It was as if he feared it would end at any moment. As if he could stop you from leaving him.

Thin threads of saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth as he pressed his tongue past your lips and began to absorb the familiar taste from the past. Breathing heavily, he let his hands wander up and down your body.

"I want to feel you.", he gasped with heavy breathing as he pulled back to gasp for air.

His eyes had become heavy. There was that dark glimmer visible in them.

Lust.

Or was it desire after all?

Whatever it was, your body cried out for it as it cried out for you.

You didn't want to stop. Not now.

A restless heat was already spreading through your stomach. You could feel the heat gathering between your legs, making you twitch.

With half-open lips and clouded eyes, you held his face with both hands to place kisses on it.

"How do you want to feel me?", you asked in a whisper in his ear.

His breath caught as the warmth tickled the sensitive skin of his neck.

With all his might he suffocated a low growl that he kept stuck in his throat and squeezed his eyes shut to give himself a moment to think straight.

But you didn't want him to think. Not now. You wanted to overwhelm him, surprise him, make him suffer with pleasure for a second so that he understood how little power he had in that moment.

With a teasing grin you sat straight in his lap and started to grind against him. At first it couldn't have been seen as a coincidence, a mere misplaced move. But as you buckled your hips up and directly brushed against the bulge that grew between his legs he let out a hiss.

His grip on you tightened. Fingers twitched.

You could feel how a small bolt of lightning licked over your skin and made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up straight.

A smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Whenever Thor needed to restrain himself, either because of lust or rage, he wasn't entirely able to keep his magic at bay.

It amused you to see that you still had such power over him. How easy he was to handle. Like water in your palm.

"To your knees.", Thor growled all of a sudden.

His voice was thick, heavy, his eyes clouded like a thunderstorm in the depths of night.

"Is that what you want?", you asked and breathed another kiss to his glossy lips.

"Yeah.", his grip on the back of your head tightened, his other hand already working on loosening the belt of his pants. "Now get on your knees. I'm not asking."

A soft huff escaped you as you slid off his lap and bend down to arch your back like a cat in front of him.

Your eyes locked with his. A smile grew on your lips. You couldn't help but feel adventurous that moment.

"Say please.", you purred and brushed his crutch with the tip of your nose.

He was hard. Not entirely yet but enough to make it undeniable.

He was aroused, longed not long for your loving touch but also the warmth of your body. He wanted to feel you once again like he had many moons ago.

Taking a deep breath Thor closed his eyes and let a muffled groan be heard.

"Please...", his voice was raspy.

The buckle of his belt sunk to the ground, releasing him from the tight prison of fabric that was wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes followed the trail of reddish hair that grew from a low point of his stomach all the way down into the hem of his now loose pants. It was slightly less red than the shade of his beard, instead it was more of a brownish colour.

"Look at you.", you whispered as you pulled down the last bit of fabric to reveal his dripping cock. "Already excited for the one that got away?"

With a grin you glanced up at him while your tongue started to tease his length.

Humming, he closed his eyes. His hands clenched into fists.

"I missed you.", he whispered.