"You'll handle it." James didn't ask for mercy. He didn't ask for Thor to be gentle.

So he isn't. He doesn't relent even as he struggles against his grip, as nails rake over his arms. He lets out a soft groan, the sting from nails send a jolt through him. He does pause as muscles clamp around him, giving him a moment to adjust.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"