“Thor, I submit,” Steve repeated, his voice cracking midway through. “I know.” Steve froze, and they locked eyes for a moment, Thor’s gaze predatory. For a second, neither moved, Thor’s body a warm weight on Steve’s, and then, ever so slowly, Thor leaned forward the rest of the way and pressed his lips to Steve.

Steve bit his lip, staring at the floor. Here they were, two grown men both in their pajamas, looking at a box of a friend’s sex toys in a closet in the middle of the night.