Marvel Cinematic Universe: Heimdall/Thor
Title: Visional
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Heimdall/Thor
Theme: #31 Skin
Rating: NC-17
Words: 327
Warnings: Sexual content, voyeurism/exhibitionism
Although he has an entire universe to admire, Heimdall will admit that all too often his gaze is pulled back to Asgard. It is not the beauty of the city itself, however, that calls to him. It’s the beauty of a specific person, the sight of golden skin drawing his interest, rather than the golden spires and arches of his home.
Thor turns towards him, although it is impossible for him to see Heimdall from his rooms. But, as ever, he seems to sense Heimdall’s attention, and there is a smile on his lips, small and secret, as he begins to strip his cloak, his armour. His movements are slow, leisurely, his back arching more than is necessary, muscles flexing and shifting as he bares himself for Heimdall’s enjoyment.
Naked and proud, Thor lays across his bed. Spread and inviting, and Heimdall grips the hilt of his sword tightly, eyes narrowed in appreciation for the sight. Watching raptly as Thor’s fingers trail across his skin, a meandering path over his chest, his stomach, teasing down over the darker curls between his legs before finally taking himself in hand with a soft groan.
Heimdall licks at his dry lips as Thor begins to stroke.
He works himself slowly, without hurry, fist twisting over the length of his cock, hips twitching into the touch. He’s flushed and ruddy beneath his hand, and pleasure leaks at the slit, making the slide wetter, dirtier. Thor smiles through it all, lips forming the shape of Heimdall’s name, his eyes trained toward the Bifrost, as if they are only mere steps apart.
They will be, soon enough, on Thor’s next visit to Heimdall’s observatory. But for now they have this, the sweat glistening on Thor’s brow that Heimdall swears he can taste on his tongue as he watches Thor surrender to his lust, coating his fingers with sex. His eyes are hazy, sated and sparkling, but they still remain turned towards Heimdall, always.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Heimdall/Thor
Theme: #31 Skin
Rating: NC-17
Words: 327
Warnings: Sexual content, voyeurism/exhibitionism
Although he has an entire universe to admire, Heimdall will admit that all too often his gaze is pulled back to Asgard. It is not the beauty of the city itself, however, that calls to him. It’s the beauty of a specific person, the sight of golden skin drawing his interest, rather than the golden spires and arches of his home.
Thor turns towards him, although it is impossible for him to see Heimdall from his rooms. But, as ever, he seems to sense Heimdall’s attention, and there is a smile on his lips, small and secret, as he begins to strip his cloak, his armour. His movements are slow, leisurely, his back arching more than is necessary, muscles flexing and shifting as he bares himself for Heimdall’s enjoyment.
Naked and proud, Thor lays across his bed. Spread and inviting, and Heimdall grips the hilt of his sword tightly, eyes narrowed in appreciation for the sight. Watching raptly as Thor’s fingers trail across his skin, a meandering path over his chest, his stomach, teasing down over the darker curls between his legs before finally taking himself in hand with a soft groan.
Heimdall licks at his dry lips as Thor begins to stroke.
He works himself slowly, without hurry, fist twisting over the length of his cock, hips twitching into the touch. He’s flushed and ruddy beneath his hand, and pleasure leaks at the slit, making the slide wetter, dirtier. Thor smiles through it all, lips forming the shape of Heimdall’s name, his eyes trained toward the Bifrost, as if they are only mere steps apart.
They will be, soon enough, on Thor’s next visit to Heimdall’s observatory. But for now they have this, the sweat glistening on Thor’s brow that Heimdall swears he can taste on his tongue as he watches Thor surrender to his lust, coating his fingers with sex. His eyes are hazy, sated and sparkling, but they still remain turned towards Heimdall, always.