With his head between his thighs or absorbed in the work of trying to get inside him, even though he usually enjoys lingering on the prep just as much, the building of a tension that knows it will be satisfied, he hasn't had much time to just look. He's been aware Thanatos is pretty, laid out like this on the flowers, but his partner can feel the moment he finally has the ability to fully take that in. He uses his clean hand to sweep some hair back behind Thanatos's ears and doesn't so much pause as take his time in a slow grind of his hips, after he's fully seated, one of Thanatos's legs thrown almost carelessly over one shoulder to get him in deeper.

"Beautiful," he breathes out, "Fury, you're beautiful," he doesn't think about the curse being odd, but he wouldn't know how to cover it if he had. He rocks his hips once, a little more properly, clear that he's mostly just doing it to see what it does to Thanatos's face.

This should feel more frenzied, shouldn't it? He's chasing something dark, to be here at all, stealing something he very literally shouldn't be able to have. But it feels unhurried instead, despite the desperation of a minute earlier.