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“Snow—”
His thumb prodded forward suddenly, wiggling its way past the tight ring of muscle at Hunter’s entrance, cutting off whatever it was he’d been about to say. When Hunter sucked in a breath, Odin pushed in a little more, gliding that digit all the way past the knuckle before pausing.
Was he waiting for Hunter to adjust? Trying to see if it hurt?
Did he want it to?
A never-ending rush of questions assaulted Hunter as he was forced to stand there and wait. His eyes fluttered shut on their own when a moment later, Odin slid his thumb free.
“You’re so tight,” Odin practically purred, his lips close to the back of Hunter’s skull, breath fanning across his neck. He brought another finger to his hole, a different one, and there was less hesitancy this time when he entered.
Odin shoved into him and curled, easily finding that spot inside of Hunter that had sensation sparking throughout his entire body and a loud gasp breaking past his lips. He circled that spot a few times, chuckling when Hunter’s hands turned to fists against the shower wall and he noticeably ground his teeth together.
“There you go, Huntsman,” he cooed, pulled out so he could slip in two fingers at once.
The stretch hurt a bit and Hunter winced, but that didn’t deter the man behind him.
Odin fluttered his fingers and started moving them in and out. He didn’t bother going slow, battering at Hunter’s insides, the force of it both shoving and pulling Hunter repeatedly away from the wall.
He panted, unable to control the needy sounds as Odin worked him, only managing one or two more halfhearted “stops” before he gave in to the sharp bursts of pleasure coursing through him.
His hips were adjusted, his ass sticking out further to accommodate Odin, and he rested his forehead against the wall instead, moaning as Snow finger-fucked him into oblivion.
“Touch yourself,” Odin ordered huskily, and from the sound of his voice, it was clear he was finding this just as intense as Hunter was.
It didn’t even occur to Hunter to refuse, his hand groping down the wall until he found his weeping dick. He began stroking in quick, messy motions as he tried to match the pounding of Odin’s fingers—When had he added a third? —failing miserably in his lust-induced state.
He needed to come.
“Almost, Huntsman,” Odin said, his words followed by the sounds of slapping flesh.
He was jerking off behind Hunter.
Why was that so hot?
What the hell was wrong with him?
“What’s wrong with the both of us?” Odin chuckled and kept at it.
Had Hunter been speaking out loud? He didn’t even have the energy to worry about that for long, so close to the edge now that getting there was all he cared about.
Odin was panting behind him, his strokes becoming more frantic, and Hunter wished he could turn around and see his face, his cock. Watch as he exploded. The other man wouldn’t allow him to, though, curving all three of his fingers deep inside Hunter one final time.
Hunter let out a cry as the orgasm rocked through him and he came all over the shower wall.
Again.
A moment later, he registered Odin’s hands parting his cheeks a second time, and then the length of his burning cock rested between them.
Odin pressed in close, practically squeezing Hunter between himself and the wall as he fucked up between his ass cheeks, the sloppy smacking of his hips against him filling the room, mingling with his grunts.
He didn’t enter him, but he didn’t need to for Hunter’s body to react, and he felt his already spent cock twitch.
Odin pressed Hunter’s cheeks tighter around himself and gave a few more solid thrusts before a stream of heat splattered against Hunter’s lower back. He continued to use Hunter’s body to pump himself as he emptied, not stopping until he was completely spent. Then he dropped his head to Hunter’s shoulder with a heavy, satisfied sigh.
Hunter didn’t move, couldn’t even if he wanted to. Both physically and mentally, he knew he wasn’t capable anyway. The heat from the shower, and the steam, and the Shout who was currently humming with power wherever their skin touched, should have been enough to keep the cold away, but dread was snaking its way through Hunter’s gut anyway.
What the hell had he just done?
