[Thor welcomes Taako's move into his lap, he's eager for any closeness he can get between them. The warmth of someone else's body seems to ease the void he feels in him temporarily, but it's like trying to fill a bucket with the hole in the bottom.
Thor's hand slips to the small of Taako's back, but the other is content to stay on his face, half threaded into his hair. His tongue darts over Taako's bottom lip, keen to see where this can go.]
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Thor's hand slips to the small of Taako's back, but the other is content to stay on his face, half threaded into his hair. His tongue darts over Taako's bottom lip, keen to see where this can go.]