[ And he stops responding, suddenly, but soon it's pretty obvious why. Thor comes storming -- ha -- down the halls of the Benatar until he finds his way to the captain's room. Slams his fist on the door, and strides in without waiting to be let in. He's not actually properly angry, but he's relishing the chance to roll his eyes at Peter in person. ]
I don't gavotte. I would just like to state, for the record, that I've spent more years on Earth in modern times than you have.
[ Oh, ooops, sudden God of Thunder in his room. For a few seconds, Peter's eyes widen slightly and he blinks at the other man. Before his surprise can be terribly obvious, the corner of his lips tugs upward. ]
You move lightning fast. [ He should have started with the puns sooner, to be honest, if only to see if those would annoy Thor. ]
Earth's not that special. [ It only holds bad memories for him and Peter is more than happy staying away from it. ] But since you've been there so long, you might have learned a few things. What dances did I miss while I was gone?
[ Peter gestures to the left wall of his room, where the sounds system is connected to his zune. Thor wants to play anything, he only has to pick a song. ]
I don't know, I quite like the planet. [ Enough to kick around for five years, at least, and drown his sorrows there. ] It has excellent mountains. And dances. Let's see--
[ As Thor takes the zune, he blinks in consternation at the strange device -- it's small enough that he could accidentally crush it with one hand -- but after scrolling through, he eventually manages to find a song that works. ]
Aha! I know this one!
[ And so, he bursts into the CarltonFresh, exuberantly wildly-swinging arms and all, to Tom Jones' "It's Not Unusual". After a bit of that, he segues to doing Take the L: one hand displaying an ostenatious L against his forehead, other hand against his stomach, and legs kicking out whimsically to the sides. Joyous mockery.
And lastly, The Floss; which Thor pulls off with some measure of grace and rhythm, actually, his hips see-sawing neatly back and forth. He's a good dancer! Too bad all his modern role models all come from Fortnite!! ]
[ Peter's face goes through a whole array of emotions, from confusion to flabbergast and a hint of fright, because how is any of this considered dancing? For a few seconds, he's worried Thor is having a seizure of some sort. But no, the god looks like he's even enjoying himself, moving his arms and hips wildly around.
It's, well...interesting to say the least. So much that Peter has to sit on the bed as he stares, hand sometimes coming up to hide his mouth. If it's in horror or to mask his smile, it's not all the clear. At least until Thor does the floss, which causes Peter to lose it and laugh out loud for the first time in...god, he can't remember. It's been so long and it feels good. ]
That's ridiculous, you're ridiculous. Those can't be real dances.
[ It's been a long time since Thor has felt this light, too, and it's refreshing getting to cut loose on the Benatar in the wake of having won, of no longer having that massive weight of failure across his shoulders. Being with friends. Distracting himself, with the simple enjoyment of pestering the other man. And at Peter's incredulity, Thor's response is filled with mock-affront, insistent: ]
These are the most popular dances on Midgard, I'll have you know. There are 250 million inhabitants within the Fortnite and they all love this!
Besides. What would you know? [ He's trying to sound offended, but there's a laugh under the words. ]
[ Yeah, yeah sure that many. Peter's voice is incredulous but not dismissive. The smile in his lips is very telling, giving away his amusement. After a moment he stands up to walk over Thor. ]
Music is my thing, man, I've got the best moves. I'll show you but first...how was that thing you where doing with the arms?
[ Peter closes his hands into fists, arms stretched and a little to the side as if trying to figure out how it swing them right. Why yes, you gotta teach him the Floss now, Thor. ]
Like this! [ And he's off again, delighted and demonstrating: arms straight, penduluming in contrast to the movement of his hips. When Quill falters, Thor heaves the long-suffering sigh of a man who has seen it all. ] Gods, you're useless. No. Like this.
[ And he just goes and sidles right into Peter's personal space and seizes the other man's hips to amiably demonstrate, all up-close, like he's teaching him to golf. YEAH THAT'S HAPPENING ]
[ Yeah, that just makes Peter laugh again. There's just something really funny about how invested Thor is into the dancing. ] I'm not useless! It's just a weird dance. You're weird. [ Peter's laugh turns into a surprised squeak when Thor's hands end on his hips. WHAT. ]O..kay. Uhm.
[ To his credit, he does try to follow Thor's advice but he finds himself being unusually uncoordinated about the whole thing. It's just...Thor. It's distracting to have the man so close, especially when Peter doesn't really know what he is doing.
So rather than pushing his hips to the side, Peter ends rolling them back against Thor. He's more used to sway them in a slow way than jerking them from one side to the other. ]
[ Clearly, Thor did not think this through. (That's pretty par for the course, though.) He inhales sharply when Peter rolls back into him, the too-close contact making his heartbeat ratchet up a notch. Shit.
He'd meant to storm in here and one-up the man, demonstrate his superiority. But maybe Thor's train of thought's been derailed a little by their earlier conversation. About making new mistakes. The fact that he is not, technically, crew. Whether or not he could resist the charms of this idiotic captain -- who he has to admit, is at least fun. Fun to needle.
Has to wonder if Star-Lord is fun in other ways, too. ]
You're a terrible student.
[ But his hand's still settled on the other man's hip now, a finger hooked into his belt loop and tugging him closer. ]
[ Do any of them ever think things through? It doesn't seem to be the Guardians' style at all and Thor is now part of the team, like it or not. Peter considers him as such no matter how often they argue. It's only expected that the foolishness caught up with him too. Against common sense telling him this is a terrible idea, and listening more to the loneliness that appreciates the contact, Peter leans back slightly. ]
Maybe you just need more practice to be a good teacher. [ He speaks in a softer voice, head arched forward, exposing his neck.
The previous song ended but there's music still playing. Peter finds himself swaying to a slower rhythm, making sure not to dislodge Thor's hands from his waist. ]
[ This could be a horrible, no-good mistake. You really don't want to piss where you eat -- particularly when you're stuck in an enclosed environment, no escape from each others' company that isn't the cold vacuum of space. Thor can't even open the Bifrost and escape without frying the Benatar. So there are reasons not to do this.
But there's also that touch-starved loneliness and ache and it's been a long godsdamned time since anyone's touched him like this, and the other man's head tilts and there's that arch of his neck, the muscle of his shoulder.
Thor could lean over and just kiss that exposed skin, right there. Softly, tenderly.
And yet. They don't know each other well enough for that. So he leans forward and, with a grin, bites the slope of Peter's neck instead, a light nip with teeth and tongue but sharp enough to make the other man whirl around and face him. ]
[ Peter tenses and makes small, surprised sound before turning back as Thor predicted. His green eyes are big and lit with a kind of aching that wasn't there before. He looks anything but put off, this might not be the reaction the god of thunder was expecting. ]
Oh, biting is it? [ Peter can work with that. It makes everything easy, in a way.
He bares his own teeth, grinning like the cat who's about to eat the canary. There's a split second before grabs at the front of Thor's shirt, pulling him forward and clashing their mouths together. He bits down on the man's lower lip, the touch making every nerve in his body and brain electrified, eyes tight shut.
Yes, it might be a mistake, but Peter excels at those. He never learns, one of his issues. ]
[ Yes. There.That's what he wanted. They barely know each other so it's not a gentle, emotional thing, but rather the sudden whipcrack of their bodies crashing together with need -- Peter biting Thor's lip until they both taste blood, and Thor catching at the man's neck, his jaw, as they drag each other into a ravenous kiss. Peter is tall and broad compared to most, but Thor does outstrip him, and he uses that height advantage to walk the man into the wall of the captain's quarters until they collide with it. Breath driven out of them and Peter's back against the metal, rattling a cabinet probably filled with guns. ]
This doesn't count as succumbing to your wiles. [ He murmurs it on an exhale, breathing out with a laugh. ] We're killing time. It's like dancing.
[ It's been a while since Peter was with someone that matched him in height and then some. Strength was a whole different issue, his partners were often shorter but could throw him across the room single-handed.
Maybe that's why he has a penchant for roughness. It makes things less fragile and in this case, with Thor, it saves him from the embarrassment of not knowing how to navigate his emotions. The sort that are a mix of 'do I want to kick you, fuck you, or be you?' Although, after Thor presses him against the wall, the answer starts to be all too clear. ]
Why does everyone like to throw that word at me? [ Peter's lips curl around Thor's skin, a smile against the curve of his neck as he sucks a mark under his jawline.] Succumbing. It makes me sound like some sort of incubus. Do you want to check if I have a forked tail?
[ Like dancing. Good, he's good at that.
His hand doesn't stay idle, because they never do, and Peter slides them up around Thor, fingers clawing at his back through the man's shirt. He grabs a fistful of the fabric before pulling at it to send Thor the message. Out with that thing. ]
[ Another laugh, a hum in his throat as Peter reaches his jaw. ] You're half-planet. I have absolutely no idea what to expect. Do you have a forked tail?
[ But in this instance, Thor is absolutely happy to comply, and he catches the edge of his own shirt and drags it over his head. And the god of thunder is... yeah. A sight to be seen. All broad chest and angles and sculpted lines; a little softer around the edges and a bit more human, maybe, after five years without fighting, but he hasn't fully gone to seed either. ]
Catch up, Quill.
[ And he yanks at Peter's shirt, too, but stops just short rather than literally ripping the thing right off him. (There's that godlike strength—) And there's that rakish raise to his eyebrow and that grin still waiting in the corner of his mouth, because it's like a race, and maybe it's still a bit like they're trying to outdo each other. Which just bodes all the better for both. ]
Half- planet. [ Peter wants to sound indignant and accomplishes the exact opposite. He doesn't really like to think about Ego, much less when there are better things to do with his time, like figuring out if you really can leave a hickey on Asgardian skin. But Thor's wording it like that makes him huff in amusement. ] Maybe I do want to suck the lifeforce out of you.
[ And then Thor is shirtless and Peter tries very hard not to look impressed...which is easier said than done when other parts of his anatomy are also doing hard things. The pirate Angel nickname comes to mind, but like hell is he ever going to call him that. He just hums and takes the opportunity to pinch one of Thor's nipples before the man forces his arms up by pulling at his shirt. It soon joins Thor's one on the floor, forgotten and not about to be missed anytime soon. He likes the shirt so he's actually glad that Thor didn't ruin it. The rest of his clothes, though... ]
These pants are rather old, you know. I don't think they make my fantastic thighs justice.
[ So maybe he does enjoy to see Thor showing off his strength. Who can blame him, really? That grin is a challenge and Peter is all too happy to throw the metaphorical gauntlet back at his face. His hands run down Thor's abs, thumb circling his belly button before fingers move down to brush against the trail of hair leading down to his groin. ]
At the rate we're going, you can suck whatever you like. [ Nobody ever claimed Thor wasn't cheesy as hell too!! But as the half-human's body is bared to view, Thor's expression turns assessing, admiring. He's always had that Asgardian physique going for himself, he's never actually had to try much, but Peter's clearly put work into it. ] Oh, well done.
And I suspect you've got better thighs than me, actually. [ Star-Lord does more running. ] But let's find out—
[ That hand going lower against his abdomen is driving another sharp spear of desire straight to his groin, but Thor takes that metaphorical gauntlet and decides to answer it, beat Peter to the punch. He seizes at Peter's trousers and, instead of slowly sensuously unzipping them, just pulls hard and rips them down the seams at his thigh until they're half-hanging off him, and Thor can see the hard line of the man's erection jutting in his boxer-briefs. It's easy enough, then, to lean into the captain for another kiss, pressing him against the wall as a hand palms Peter's cock through the fabric. ]
[ Peter can't help the laugh that bubbles in his chest but the satisfaction of hearing Thor say that makes his pride swell. He tries to keeps it down a few notches. ]
Wouldn't you like that? [ His voice is a low, husky purr and his hand moves down past the waistband of Thor's pants. Well, he did try. ] And there's only one way to know for sure.
[ He pauses only briefly under Thor's scrutiny because Drax's past comments about his weight hit a nerve. The god seems appreciative enough and that gets Peter to smile at him. There's a softness to it, something genuine and relieved, even if it only last a heartbeat. He's soon distracted by his pants being ruined. ]
Show off. [ Says the man that pretty much asked Thor to do just that. The tone of voice makes it clear that Peter's pleased with the absurd display of strength.
He doesn't have time to say much else, though, his mouth busy with other affairs and eyes dropping closer to fully enjoy other man's bruising kiss. When he kisses back, a warm tongue presses against Thor's and then teeth nip at his lower lip. Peter's hand is now trapped between their bodies so he can't finish what he had started, which is a bit frustrating but maybe that's exactly what the God was aiming for. Peter can only spare a second to regret this fact before Thor's palm is pressing down on his crotch. He bucks his hips and squirms, groaning into his mouth, cock twitching under the attention.
Peter shifts his legs as much as he can, both to give Thor more room and to get rid of his pants. It's only by pure luck that he had already taken his boots off before Thor even showed up in his room. He can't really move all that much with the other man pinning him against a wall but it's not an entirely unwelcome position if Peter is honest with himself. He can't be honest with Thor, though, lest the man think Peter's going to make it easy. They have a reputation, after all. ]
You're heavy. [ Comes the mock protest, and Peter arches his back as if he wants to push Thor off of him instead of pushing closer agains the warmth of his hand. As if he even has the strength to move an Asgardian. Not like he wants him to go anywhere, either. ]
Ought to be. I could break you. [ It's not a threat, not even a oneupmanship this time; just a low rumble of desire in Thor's voice, a kind of hunger hazing over his blue eyes at this sensation of skin-on-skin, of the man trying to get at his waistband. When Peter bucks and arches -- he's fidgety, this one -- it just gives Thor a better angle to slip his hand fully into the man's boxers and stroke once, twice, thrice, until he's fully hard. He can feel his own growing erection answering in kind, too, straining in his still-completely-clothed trousers.
They'll have to fix that soon, but he's quite enjoying having the other man pinned against the wall, the two of them jostling -- but they are in private quarters. So his next question is murmured low and contemplative against Peter's ear, as his fingers curl around him: ]
So. Question. Does the captain have the best bed on the ship?
Half-planet. Harder to break than I look. [ It comes out half reassuring, half challenging. Peter might not have his Celestial powers any more and Thor's strength is out of this world, but he's tougher than he looks. ] Don't mind a little roughness.
[ His free hand squeezes Thor's shoulder, then moves to the back of his head to pull lightly on the blond hair. It's softer than he imagined. ]
The...the biggest one too.
[ Certainly big enough for both of them to lie down comfortable. Peter sounds already out of breath between the heated kisses and the strokes to his cock, trying to focus. He wants to return the favor as much as he wants to get back at Thor but for a moment all he can do is pant against the muscled curve of his neck and shoulder. The bites down on it, hard, because it will barely cause the other any pain, and his right leg wraps around the God's waist. The hand on Thor's hair tightens. ]
Didn't you say I could suck anything I wanted? [ Get him to bed so they can test that theory. ]
[ That answering bite to his neck makes Thor groan, savouring that sharp bite of pain. A small sting that breaks through the haze. Nerve endings lighting up. Rough is good. Rough is gonna remind him what it's like to be alive. ]
I did, aye. Suppose it's— [ a pleased gasp as the other man yanks at his hair ] — your turn to show what you can do—
[ He pulls back, breathing heavily and giving Peter some space. And then he tucks his fingers into Peter's waistband instead, tugging at it as he starts walking them backwards, a reverse saunter that somehow still manages to look predatory, until the backs of his legs hit the edge of Peter's bed. ]
[ That gasp after pulling at the blond hair doesn't go unnoticed. Peter is going to keep in mind the sort of reaction it got him for later use. ]
You 'suppose'?[ An inquisitive eyebrow is raised towards his partner but he leaves himself to be pulled along with Thor as the other moves. ] I see that you're still questioning my many abilities, that needs to change.
[ And he's more than happy to prove them all to Thor, starting by all the things he can do with his mouth aside from talking and singing. Once the other man is against the bed, Peter pulls at his chest to get him to lie down, a smile on his face. ]
Pants off, those things are in the way. And make yourself comfortable against the headboard.
[ Their rivalry had always been innocent, mischievously enjoyable -- but it turns out that this is the most enjoyable form of it, striving to outdo each other, ruin each other. The god can't stop grinning as he unbuttons his trousers and skims them off, kicks them into the corner. ]
Yes, sir. [ Slightly mocking, and he even salutes the other man, but then Thor gamely, obediently slides backwards on the bed until his back hits the headboard. He doesn't mind giving way, not for this. He tilts his arms behind his head like he's relaxing on the beach, exaggeratedly making himself at home, despite the almost-painful throb of desire tenting his own briefs. ]
Hm. What was it you were saying earlier -- I wouldn't stand a chance to resist your charms?
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Being old doesn't make you a good dancer. What kind of dances do you know? The gavotte? Hah.
Come to my room and prove it if you are so good.
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[ And he stops responding, suddenly, but soon it's pretty obvious why. Thor comes storming -- ha -- down the halls of the Benatar until he finds his way to the captain's room. Slams his fist on the door, and strides in without waiting to be let in. He's not actually properly angry, but he's relishing the chance to roll his eyes at Peter in person. ]
I don't gavotte. I would just like to state, for the record, that I've spent more years on Earth in modern times than you have.
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You move lightning fast. [ He should have started with the puns sooner, to be honest, if only to see if those would annoy Thor. ]
Earth's not that special. [ It only holds bad memories for him and Peter is more than happy staying away from it. ] But since you've been there so long, you might have learned a few things. What dances did I miss while I was gone?
[ Peter gestures to the left wall of his room, where the sounds system is connected to his zune. Thor wants to play anything, he only has to pick a song. ]
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[ As Thor takes the zune, he blinks in consternation at the strange device -- it's small enough that he could accidentally crush it with one hand -- but after scrolling through, he eventually manages to find a song that works. ]
Aha! I know this one!
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CarltonFresh, exuberantly wildly-swinging arms and all, to Tom Jones' "It's Not Unusual". After a bit of that, he segues to doing Take the L: one hand displaying an ostenatious L against his forehead, other hand against his stomach, and legs kicking out whimsically to the sides. Joyous mockery.And lastly, The Floss; which Thor pulls off with some measure of grace and rhythm, actually, his hips see-sawing neatly back and forth. He's a good dancer! Too bad all his modern role models all come from Fortnite!! ]
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It's, well...interesting to say the least. So much that Peter has to sit on the bed as he stares, hand sometimes coming up to hide his mouth. If it's in horror or to mask his smile, it's not all the clear. At least until Thor does the floss, which causes Peter to lose it and laugh out loud for the first time in...god, he can't remember. It's been so long and it feels good. ]
That's ridiculous, you're ridiculous. Those can't be real dances.
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These are the most popular dances on Midgard, I'll have you know. There are 250 million inhabitants within the Fortnite and they all love this!
Besides. What would you know? [ He's trying to sound offended, but there's a laugh under the words. ]
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Music is my thing, man, I've got the best moves. I'll show you but first...how was that thing you where doing with the arms?
[ Peter closes his hands into fists, arms stretched and a little to the side as if trying to figure out how it swing them right. Why yes, you gotta teach him the Floss now, Thor. ]
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[ And he just goes and sidles right into Peter's personal space and seizes the other man's hips to amiably demonstrate, all up-close, like he's teaching him to golf. YEAH THAT'S HAPPENING ]
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[ To his credit, he does try to follow Thor's advice but he finds himself being unusually uncoordinated about the whole thing. It's just...Thor. It's distracting to have the man so close, especially when Peter doesn't really know what he is doing.
So rather than pushing his hips to the side, Peter ends rolling them back against Thor. He's more used to sway them in a slow way than jerking them from one side to the other. ]
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He'd meant to storm in here and one-up the man, demonstrate his superiority. But maybe Thor's train of thought's been derailed a little by their earlier conversation. About making new mistakes. The fact that he is not, technically, crew. Whether or not he could resist the charms of this idiotic captain -- who he has to admit, is at least fun. Fun to needle.
Has to wonder if Star-Lord is fun in other ways, too. ]
You're a terrible student.
[ But his hand's still settled on the other man's hip now, a finger hooked into his belt loop and tugging him closer. ]
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Maybe you just need more practice to be a good teacher. [ He speaks in a softer voice, head arched forward, exposing his neck.
The previous song ended but there's music still playing. Peter finds himself swaying to a slower rhythm, making sure not to dislodge Thor's hands from his waist. ]
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[ This could be a horrible, no-good mistake. You really don't want to piss where you eat -- particularly when you're stuck in an enclosed environment, no escape from each others' company that isn't the cold vacuum of space. Thor can't even open the Bifrost and escape without frying the Benatar. So there are reasons not to do this.
But there's also that touch-starved loneliness and ache and it's been a long godsdamned time since anyone's touched him like this, and the other man's head tilts and there's that arch of his neck, the muscle of his shoulder.
Thor could lean over and just kiss that exposed skin, right there. Softly, tenderly.
And yet. They don't know each other well enough for that. So he leans forward and, with a grin, bites the slope of Peter's neck instead, a light nip with teeth and tongue but sharp enough to make the other man whirl around and face him. ]
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Oh, biting is it? [ Peter can work with that. It makes everything easy, in a way.
He bares his own teeth, grinning like the cat who's about to eat the canary. There's a split second before grabs at the front of Thor's shirt, pulling him forward and clashing their mouths together. He bits down on the man's lower lip, the touch making every nerve in his body and brain electrified, eyes tight shut.
Yes, it might be a mistake, but Peter excels at those. He never learns, one of his issues. ]
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This doesn't count as succumbing to your wiles. [ He murmurs it on an exhale, breathing out with a laugh. ] We're killing time. It's like dancing.
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Maybe that's why he has a penchant for roughness. It makes things less fragile and in this case, with Thor, it saves him from the embarrassment of not knowing how to navigate his emotions. The sort that are a mix of 'do I want to kick you, fuck you, or be you?' Although, after Thor presses him against the wall, the answer starts to be all too clear. ]
Why does everyone like to throw that word at me? [ Peter's lips curl around Thor's skin, a smile against the curve of his neck as he sucks a mark under his jawline.] Succumbing. It makes me sound like some sort of incubus. Do you want to check if I have a forked tail?
[ Like dancing. Good, he's good at that.
His hand doesn't stay idle, because they never do, and Peter slides them up around Thor, fingers clawing at his back through the man's shirt. He grabs a fistful of the fabric before pulling at it to send Thor the message. Out with that thing. ]
slightly endgame-au bc i'm shameless lol
[ But in this instance, Thor is absolutely happy to comply, and he catches the edge of his own shirt and drags it over his head. And the god of thunder is... yeah. A sight to be seen. All broad chest and angles and sculpted lines; a little softer around the edges and a bit more human, maybe, after five years without fighting, but he hasn't fully gone to seed either. ]
Catch up, Quill.
[ And he yanks at Peter's shirt, too, but stops just short rather than literally ripping the thing right off him. (There's that godlike strength—) And there's that rakish raise to his eyebrow and that grin still waiting in the corner of his mouth, because it's like a race, and maybe it's still a bit like they're trying to outdo each other. Which just bodes all the better for both. ]
haha that works for me o7
[ And then Thor is shirtless and Peter tries very hard not to look impressed...which is easier said than done when other parts of his anatomy are also doing hard things. The pirate Angel nickname comes to mind, but like hell is he ever going to call him that. He just hums and takes the opportunity to pinch one of Thor's nipples before the man forces his arms up by pulling at his shirt. It soon joins Thor's one on the floor, forgotten and not about to be missed anytime soon. He likes the shirt so he's actually glad that Thor didn't ruin it. The rest of his clothes, though... ]
These pants are rather old, you know. I don't think they make my fantastic thighs justice.
[ So maybe he does enjoy to see Thor showing off his strength. Who can blame him, really? That grin is a challenge and Peter is all too happy to throw the metaphorical gauntlet back at his face. His hands run down Thor's abs, thumb circling his belly button before fingers move down to brush against the trail of hair leading down to his groin. ]
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And I suspect you've got better thighs than me, actually. [ Star-Lord does more running. ] But let's find out—
[ That hand going lower against his abdomen is driving another sharp spear of desire straight to his groin, but Thor takes that metaphorical gauntlet and decides to answer it, beat Peter to the punch. He seizes at Peter's trousers and, instead of slowly sensuously unzipping them, just pulls hard and rips them down the seams at his thigh until they're half-hanging off him, and Thor can see the hard line of the man's erection jutting in his boxer-briefs. It's easy enough, then, to lean into the captain for another kiss, pressing him against the wall as a hand palms Peter's cock through the fabric. ]
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Wouldn't you like that? [ His voice is a low, husky purr and his hand moves down past the waistband of Thor's pants. Well, he did try. ] And there's only one way to know for sure.
[ He pauses only briefly under Thor's scrutiny because Drax's past comments about his weight hit a nerve. The god seems appreciative enough and that gets Peter to smile at him. There's a softness to it, something genuine and relieved, even if it only last a heartbeat. He's soon distracted by his pants being ruined. ]
Show off. [ Says the man that pretty much asked Thor to do just that. The tone of voice makes it clear that Peter's pleased with the absurd display of strength.
He doesn't have time to say much else, though, his mouth busy with other affairs and eyes dropping closer to fully enjoy other man's bruising kiss. When he kisses back, a warm tongue presses against Thor's and then teeth nip at his lower lip. Peter's hand is now trapped between their bodies so he can't finish what he had started, which is a bit frustrating but maybe that's exactly what the God was aiming for. Peter can only spare a second to regret this fact before Thor's palm is pressing down on his crotch. He bucks his hips and squirms, groaning into his mouth, cock twitching under the attention.
Peter shifts his legs as much as he can, both to give Thor more room and to get rid of his pants. It's only by pure luck that he had already taken his boots off before Thor even showed up in his room. He can't really move all that much with the other man pinning him against a wall but it's not an entirely unwelcome position if Peter is honest with himself. He can't be honest with Thor, though, lest the man think Peter's going to make it easy. They have a reputation, after all. ]
You're heavy. [ Comes the mock protest, and Peter arches his back as if he wants to push Thor off of him instead of pushing closer agains the warmth of his hand. As if he even has the strength to move an Asgardian. Not like he wants him to go anywhere, either. ]
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They'll have to fix that soon, but he's quite enjoying having the other man pinned against the wall, the two of them jostling -- but they are in private quarters. So his next question is murmured low and contemplative against Peter's ear, as his fingers curl around him: ]
So. Question. Does the captain have the best bed on the ship?
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[ His free hand squeezes Thor's shoulder, then moves to the back of his head to pull lightly on the blond hair. It's softer than he imagined. ]
The...the biggest one too.
[ Certainly big enough for both of them to lie down comfortable. Peter sounds already out of breath between the heated kisses and the strokes to his cock, trying to focus. He wants to return the favor as much as he wants to get back at Thor but for a moment all he can do is pant against the muscled curve of his neck and shoulder. The bites down on it, hard, because it will barely cause the other any pain, and his right leg wraps around the God's waist. The hand on Thor's hair tightens. ]
Didn't you say I could suck anything I wanted? [ Get him to bed so they can test that theory. ]
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I did, aye. Suppose it's— [ a pleased gasp as the other man yanks at his hair ] — your turn to show what you can do—
[ He pulls back, breathing heavily and giving Peter some space. And then he tucks his fingers into Peter's waistband instead, tugging at it as he starts walking them backwards, a reverse saunter that somehow still manages to look predatory, until the backs of his legs hit the edge of Peter's bed. ]
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You 'suppose'?[ An inquisitive eyebrow is raised towards his partner but he leaves himself to be pulled along with Thor as the other moves. ] I see that you're still questioning my many abilities, that needs to change.
[ And he's more than happy to prove them all to Thor, starting by all the things he can do with his mouth aside from talking and singing. Once the other man is against the bed, Peter pulls at his chest to get him to lie down, a smile on his face. ]
Pants off, those things are in the way. And make yourself comfortable against the headboard.
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Yes, sir. [ Slightly mocking, and he even salutes the other man, but then Thor gamely, obediently slides backwards on the bed until his back hits the headboard. He doesn't mind giving way, not for this. He tilts his arms behind his head like he's relaxing on the beach, exaggeratedly making himself at home, despite the almost-painful throb of desire tenting his own briefs. ]
Hm. What was it you were saying earlier -- I wouldn't stand a chance to resist your charms?
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