The Asgardian grinned widely then, but the spark in his eyes turned just that little bit naughty; yet I should get explicit confirmation, just to prevent any possible misunderstanding. "You may know this expression and this tone," he said as he remained in their embrace and his heartbeat accelerated, "yet I wish to make sure there is no miscommunication between us."
He then leaned closer towards Victor's pointed ear; his voice dropped to a growly but soothing whisper. "I share my bed with my shield brethren, Victor. I honor them with my manhood," he said as his spare hand moved towards the taller man's nearest side. "I take them as they deserve to be taken, I grant them what they deserve. And if they are worthy of that, they are worthy to take me in return." The arm around Victor's shoulders moved down and stroked the Canadian's bicep as he kept looking into the golden gaze of of Creed.
"Is that what you want, Victor?" he asked quietly. 'Tis certainly what I want he thought to himself as he imagined just how tight the larger mutant would feel around his cock and how Creed would grip at the sheets and demand more, yet it is your decision to make.