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“Elskede,” Thor’s voice is muffled by the way he’s hiding a grin in Steve’s neck. “You need not fear. I will keep you safe.”
And the truth is, bracketed in between the bulk that is Thor and the side of the pool with rain and pool-water making his eyes sting, Steve feels incredibly safe. He feels strands of wet long hair underneath his fingers when he pulls him back in, mouths barely brushing against each other. “What does it mean?” he asks, and Thor answers, “Beloved.” Their mouths are a hot slide against each other; Thor reaches underneath the water and grips at Steve’s thigh and at Steve’s ass, lifting him effortlessly so that his legs wrap around his waist, still pressed up against the edge of the pool.
Steve wonders if Tony has security cameras installed by the pool, makes a mental note to ask JARVIS about that - but then Thor’s hips are rolling into his, line of his cock pressing into his own and the mental notes are going to have to wait. “Hold on -” Steve says, and when Thor’s grip on his ass disappears and he grabs the edge of the pool instead, he realizes he took it literally. “No - just, wait a second.”
He gets a bemused look, but Steve ignores him and drops his legs. He pulls the drawstring on his swimming shorts - red, white and blue American flag patterned, to Tony’s immense pleasure - and then on Thor’s, and then he gets the picture. So when they float to the surface a few moments later, Steve has already moved on to bigger and better things, like jerking him off slowly under the water.
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He flicks his tongue out over it, tastes chlorine and rain and the salty taste of his skin, drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Steve’s eyes don’t look away from Thor’s, and the thunderer groans, rough and low. His index and middle finger replace his thumb; the pads of his fingers are rough, but Steve drags his tongue over them and licks at the webbing in between. There’s a blur that is Thor fingering him open, one and then two and then three digits that are thick and feel so good.
It’s almost embarrassing the way that he’s trembling, lips pressed to Thor’s shoulder as he mouths pleas into his skin. Thor knows that he could get Steve off like this, has done it before, but instead he stops his movements and uses that hand that isn’t currently finger fucking him into near-oblivion to grasp his chin and turn his face so he can look him in the eye.
“Yeah,” Steve gasps, arching his neck. His pupils are dilated, black ringed by a sliver of blue. “Yeah, please - please,” he says, fingers flexing restlessly against Thor’s bare skin. He doesn’t know if they have anything to do with each other, but when Thor replaces his fingers with his cock, the head barely inside of him and splitting him open so good, Steve feels the rumble that drives through his chest, hears the answering roll of thunder in the clouds.
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The angle isn’t ideal for him, and he can barely move with the way he’s pinned, but Steve does his best to rock back against Thor, hips moving in counterpoint to his. He’s less vocal than the Asgardian who’s talking in his ear in a deep growl and making promises for later; but even then Steve can’t help the noises that come out of his mouth, mewls and moans that he tries to suppress by ducking his head, pressing his mouth to Thor’s shoulder.
Steve dips his hand under the water, angling between his and Thor’s bodies for his cock. His teeth dig into his lower lip, eyes shutting themselves tight, but Thor says in a sex-rough voice, “No, look at me.” He blinks his eyes open, palm twisting over the head of his cock at the same time that the thunder god twists his hips viciously so that he rubs over his prostate. Body tensing, Steve arches in a way so that the edge of the pool digs painfully into his back. To his credit, Thor keeps going through his orgasm, and his knack for saying exactly what pushes all of Steve’s buttons drags it out just that much longer.
He whites out for a moment, comes back to to the feeling of rain on his face and Thor stilling on top of him, come, wet and hot and already slipping out of him. Steve slides one hand into his hair, kissing him sloppy and slow. Their swim trunks are floating nearby, and Thor’s breath is hot on his cheek. Thunder rumbles in the distance.
fin.
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Seriously, this is so fucking erotic I can't even see straight!
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Just the image of Cap and Thor fucking in the rain with thunder in the distance and "beloved" and the POOL and oh my god I love you so much.
Totally going to put this in my Rainy Day Folder. (get it? because... okay yeah that was bad)
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