He cries, both in pleasure and pain, his whole body tensing whenever Thor grabs him and forces him back to meet each of his rough thrusts. He can feel his body pressed and dragged against the cool stone of the floor, and he both revels and aches from the sensation.

His hands scramble across the floor for purchase, one managing to press to the stone so he can lift his torso just so. His other hand tries to reach back to curl around Thor's neck and hold on tightly, a loud moan spilling from his lips as the shift in angle has Thor's cock burying in deep and brushing right against that perfect spot. He mutters a breathless 'close', trying to meet Thor's gaze, his legs spreading wide to invite him to push him over the edge.