That was another easy order to hear. Though Steven had never minded showcasing his voice while in the bed of another, he had usually tried to be quieter in order to be mindful to the other people who might be trying to sleep at the same time. But that was no issue here. This was not the bunk room in the village with many people to one room, this was Prince Thor's personal tent.

He moaned loudly, a half bitten off cry of Thor's name in too familiar a fashion, but he couldn't help himself. Odin only knew that he would never find satisfaction in another partner again, how could he? He bucked back towards Thor, his hands reached up to tangle in long hair and tug as hard as he could.

His eyes were glazed and his skin shone with sweat, but this showed no sign of ending. Steven felt as though he had entered a strange limbo state, where all that existed was pleasure, his prince, and the ragged sound of his own voice crying out.