And So, To End: Thor/Clint: for loveshisbow

[notyet_king]

Thor had stirred sometime before noon, their nightly excursion having carried his companion and himself closest to dawn and therefore meaning they overslept in a sense. Thankfully, there was no meeting, no brief, no training scheduled. But that wasn't what caused the Asgardian his minimal distress that morn...

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[loveshisbow]

Clint woke up with a hangover and a rather spectacular case of morning wood. Sometime during the night, they’d gotten twisted around and the blond archer was sleeping up against Thor’s side with his legs tangled with the large Asgardian’s. His arm was slung over Thor’s chest, cheek nestled into the crook of the older man’s shoulder. Still mostly asleep, Clint barely registered the fact that his cock was pressing against Thor’s hip and every time he shifted to sleepily help remove the pressure on that erection it pressed against Thor each and every time.

[notyet_king]

Thor's hand had drifted along Clint's back in fleeting, gentle touches, letting their closeness linger for as long as he could manage it.. but when he felt him brush close, he shut his eyes. Oh, All-Father - this -?

Slowly, he moved across the expanse of the large bed to leave. It would be easier, he thought. And less to explain should anyone happen upon them. He could merely claim his was closer and he left Clint thus.

[loveshisbow]

[Maybe it was the soft stroke of the Thunder God's hand down his back that helped to rouse Clint further. Whatever the case, when he started to untangle their limbs and slide from the bed, sleepy blue eyes slitted open.]

Sneaking out now? Afraid of doing the walk of shame, Thor? [Sleep made the archer's voice husky and soft.]

[notyet_king]

[pausing just slightly, his back straightening slow as he raised his eyes ahead, the sky light and clear of clouds in the window, he smiled to himself slightly as he spoke, low and measured...] I believe you are yet in a dream.