Kinktober Day Twenty Eight: Swallowing

Thor - Hulk (MCU)
Swallowing /blowjobs / swallowing
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His friend was hurting, and there was no other to turn to.   
 
Thor had an understanding of rage, having been both the victim and guilty party at many times during his life. He let Mjolnir fall to his side as the bellowing rage tore through the trees and the great creature towered above him with fury and hate. Thor approached with his hands outstretched as he had often witnessed Natasha doing in order to help calm their friend. All the Avengers had tried it, Tony with the greatest success. But in the end, what Bruce needed was the knowledge of friendship and kindness, not a threat staring him in the face.
 
“Hulk.” 

The green beast turned and regarded him with a deathly glare, it's yelling frustrated and full of confusion. 

“I know. I know my friend. But the battle is won. You've done well.” He smiled and held out his arms to him, an embrace he had often shared.

“Come here my friend. Come here. All is well.”

“NO!” Hulk roared and shook his head, hands in his hair as she growled and shook himself.   
 
“It is alright. The enemy is defeated. You can let your mind become clear.” They key was reassurance. Letting him feel that his work had been done, his anger properly spent and that the beast could rest so that the man might come about. “Be at peace, my friend. You did well.”

“NO!” He snarled again, sniffing, turning around in his state. “Not...NOT right!” He grumbled and pulled away. “Hulk is...enraged!”

“Always of course. It's what makes you so...you!” Thor smiled until he saw what was meant. Now let it be said that Thor had seen his fair share of battles. The reactions it provokes in any warrior are as varied as combat skills. So he was not entirely shocked, but perhaps at least a bit surprised, to see the tightness of the Hulk's trousers enhanced by something at least the size of his own forearm. And that is a considerable size. “Ah.”

“Can't...uGGGGH! Can't...make it stop.” 

Thor looked behind him. The others had cleared out to a good distance, entrusting him to help calm the beast back into the man. “I can see that. Indeed, many find themselves so invigorated by a good fight that they become as...inspired...as you very clearly are.”

“No. Not fight....too long. Hulk has not...no release! NO RELEASE!” he growled and slammed his fist into the rocky cliff-side, the rubble tumbling down over him. 

“Ah. Yes I can imagine it must be very difficult to find a suitable female. Or male.” He shrugged. “Or really anyone who would be strong enough to withstand you considerable talent.” 

“Hulk not stupid. Hulk would hurt them.” His jaw line trembled and he shook his head again. Don't want to hurt. Shouldn't hurt. Doesn't make it stop.”

“Yes it wouldn't would it.” Thor checked around again, making sure no one was too near. “My friend. If it would help, I have no objections to offering you relief.” He could see the confusion and then understanding dawn on Hulk's face. He let the green creature toss the idea about, debating it. “If you can only bruise me while fighting, I can not imagine fucking to be so much more damaging.” He smiled, that winning, flirtatious smile that had won him plenty before. “I can help you, if you will permit.”

“Thor...would help Hulk? With this?”

“I would do my best. No one should go without relief if there is a willing partner to be had.” He could sense a greater safety now, Hulk's rage slowly ebbing down as he approached and knelt, showing he meant to make good on his word. “I am no novice, Hulk. I have done this before.”

“Before?”

Thor decided not to explain, but it was no secret. In the Asgardian military, one often found themselves alone and far from home. You become quite close to your companions in battle and it was nothing to share tents, sleeping furs and physical affection with one another. He had tasted other men before in many ways, and been tasted by them. True on any given day he'd prefer the supple and squishy roundness of a woman. But that did not mean he was above this. Besides, he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious.   
 
“No. Too big. Too...”

“Then we will have to do this with great caution.” Thor reached for the zipper and hesitated. “With you kind permission, may I?” He saw a nod, the green eyes fixed on him with rapt fascination as he drew down the teeth and pulled at the hem. A not at all unkind chuckle made it's way from his lips and he shook his head. “My friend, I should introduce you to Aesir women. Their warmth leaves no man wanting or unloved.” He teased it out and took a deep breath, the sheer size of it when fully revealed a stunning sight!

“Too big.”

“Not for amateurs, would be my personal deceleration.” Thor reached towards it, a tremor of anticipation going through him at the vein's pulsing. With a hand on each side he could just barely touch fingertips, and he cracked his neck. “Be at peace. We shall start slow.” He lowered his lips to the hole and flicked his tongue over it, a dribble of long needed precum leaving a dollop there. Hulk's bellow began a guttural thing, and the shoulders slumped in exhaustion. Thor smiled to himself and began to mouth the head as best he could, leaving his fingers to stroke up and down gently.
 
He did not figure on just how long Hulk had been pent up. 

His only warning was the sudden tensing of muscles. He backed up, mouth still open as a thick jet of cum shot off onto his tongue! Thor gurgled, but held fast, letting it dribble as it willed. It was almost comedic, but he didn't dare laugh for fear of insulting Hulk. Or worse, humiliating him. As it was, he looked well embarrassed to have shot off so suddenly! 

“Hulk...sorry! Hulk did not...could not...”

Thor laughed, looking at the jizz now over his chest and chin. He caught his friends eyes and slid a tongue out, lapping it up off the prick's tip and swallowing heartily. “You're too generous my friend.” His fingers splayed out along the heavy balls, followed by a deep groan. “But these feel quite full. It seems my work here is not done.”