The Challenge

Twenty-six

Twenty-six.

((TW: MM/MMMF interaction this chapter, if you're easily offended and against reading this, skip to chapter 26 at your convenience, to the rest of you; enjoy!))

Thor kissed Namira gently, ignoring the request of the other two as he first focused on her, rolling his hips into hers again as his eyes questioned her wordlessly.
She recognised the look in them, the way he'd use this look whenever he wanted her thoughts, her words. She worried. She worried about that jealousy and insecurity. In changing their vow, that shouldn't matter anymore, but Namira didn't know if that vow was to blame for all of it, or whether these were true emotions that just came out more intensely because of it.

Thor read the uncertainty in her eyes, the fear as he slowly slipped from her and kissed her lips, his voice but a whisper, a message for her ears only, "I am open to this."

Ares's brow rose as he watched the two, a grin easing its way onto his lips but Freyr lightly touched his arm, gaining his attention and shaking his head. Ares nodded at the quiet warning not to comment, biting back the playful remark that had been on his tongue. Freyr and he had had a talk similar like this themselves; was this still an option? Was it wise? Would Thor be able to handle it? Was the moment tarnished?

They had concluded that regardless of all that, they didn't want to give up on it. In their eyes it made more sense now that there was a balance in relationships so that no one had to feel threatened.
Instead of teasing them, Ares kissed Freyr, his hand wrapped into the golden locks as he drew him in close, eliciting that quiet purr of pleasure from the God of Lust as he did.

He wouldn't keep silent and patient if he didn't distract himself. He drew back slightly, his thumb trailing over Freyr's lips in admiration. His eyes widened as Freyr immediately swirled his tongue around the digit before sucking it into his mouth. Ares grins, "That's it, ἐγώτρίπορνος."
Whatever he told the golden God, he responded by flushing a deep shade of red. Namira had watched the exchange with fascination, then nodded to Thor, "So am I."

At the agreement, Ares grinned widely as he kissed Freyr with gentle affection before turning his attention to Thor, "Come to me Sparkles, let's play."
Thor's eyes darkened at the challenge, but before he'd rise he looked to Namira, "This is a part of us... of him and I, don't be alarmed."
As he approached the God of War, Freyr joined Namira on the bed after he dropped his robes to the floor, he pressed a light kiss to her shoulder, his fingers trailing along her skin, "Will you let me touch me as we watch them?"

Namira nodded wordlessly. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was fascinated.
Freyr smiled lightly, pressing another kiss to Namira's shoulders as he slipped under the silk sheets with her, "You're so very beautiful."
His gentle, sweet-loving nature was a sharp contrast to Thor's passion and an even sharper contrast to Ares's dominant energy, but Namira welcomed it. He soothed her, made her feel warm, loved.

Namira watched as Thor threw a punch at Ares, who was still dressed and easily evaded the blow by intercepting it and throwing back an elbow in turn.
Thor grunted as it connected with his jaw, swiping his feet to send Ares tumbling to the ground. He hadn't prepared for the God of War taking Thor with him as he went.
With another grunt he was tackled, pinned between the dark-haired God who grinned as he gripped Thor's hair, pulling it back to kiss him demandingly, "You used to be better at this, Sparkles."

Thor flipped them over, crashing his head into Ares's who only chuckled at the impact, using the momentum of force Thor had used to throw God of Thunder off balance, sending him crashing into the wall.
In one move, Ares had undressed as well and gotten back to his feet, his eyes on Thor with a glimmer of amusement, "So silent today."