[ 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?
Oh, so this is what it takes to make you follow orders and actually show some respect. [ Peter's smile could put a sun to shame. He feels like rewarding Thor for calling him sir, positive reinforcement and all that, and gets into the bed moving almost like a cat.
The way Thor is lying there so casual yet obediently makes him feel relaxed in turn, happy. It’s not something he’s been feeling lately and the change is really appreciated. Peter runs a hand up the man's thigh with intent. He can feel the strong muscles warming up under his palm, how the skin closer to Thor's groin is softer, and he will need to be blind to not notice the curve of his cock straining against the boxers. The guardian’s fingers grab the hem and pull down the boxers as he leans in his personal space to plant a firm kiss on the other man’s lips.
He doesn’t answer Thor immediately, his attention on the welcoming mouth and his fingers curling around the harness. He rubs the path of his thumb over the cockhead, smearing the pre-cum pooling at the tip. Peter allows himself to look a little mug when he pulls his head back a few inches, enough to murmur against Thor's ear. ]
Yes, I was saying exactly that. [ He kisses the earlobe next then quickly nibbles on it as his hand works Thor up and down slowly. ] But I can stop if you want me to.
[ His hips instinctively buck upwards into Peter's hand, his head tipping backwards against the wall as the other man works him leisurely. ]
No, keep going, we'll see how good you are—
[ Thor's over a millennium old, but he's still more than capable of being distracted by good sex -- and the captain is good with his hands. Thor doesn't want to admit it out loud, but it's obvious by the way his whole body is strung like a bow, his hand clenching in the rumpled sheets. It's a messy bed, he's not sure when it was last laundered, but it's big enough for them and that's all that matters. ]
Looks like I can lift Thor's hammer after all. [ Peter is practically beaming ad he leans back to stare at his partner's face and he won't be surprised at all if the next groan Thor makes it's because of the terrible joke. Look, he saw the chance and he took it, it was a Once in a Lifetime Kinda Thing. But to make it up for that incredible lame pun, he gives the god's cock a jerk and slider his fingers over the vein running u the underside.
God sex is always distracting and Peter plans on making this memorable to prove Thor that he knows what he's doing when he's left to run the show. He ignores the swelling of his cock between his legs and moves his hand away to take Thor's briefs' off completely, leaning in to kiss the inside of the man's thigh once it's done.
The god offers such a pretty picture already that Peter admired it for a second, biting his lower lip and shifting his posture in the bed so he can make himself comfortable between Thor's legs. Peter's still wearing his dark boxers, somehow making it more evident that his thighs are sculpted like the rest of him, on the heavy and thick side. Now that his shirt is gone, the muscles of his back come to attention when the guardian arches his back and leans forward. Long fingers curls around the base of Thor's cock, giving it a light squeeze. And then Peter's hot tongue is licking a long, slow, wet stripe up the shaft before he sucks the head into his mouth. ]
[ The pun does indeed makes his next gasp turn into an incredulous laugh. ] Did you seriously just. You're the fucking wor—
[ But then Thor's briefs are gone, and he has the captain of the Benatar making for a distractingly pretty picture between his legs: Peter's back and shoulderblades shifting with a ripple of muscle as his tousled blond head dips and he swallows the god's cock. Thor groans again, a noise caught behind his teeth; with his strength he has to concentrate on staying still, not moving too much, not bucking right out of the bed. But as the heat of Peter's mouth works up and down, it's hard to avoid just instinctively thrusting into it.
It's been a while. Too long. Too godsdamned long. ]
This is a— [ Thor's voice is breathless, shallow, and yet even while receiving an undoubtedly skilled blowjob he still takes the opportunity to be provocative, ] better use for your mouth. Far less annoying.
[ Peter hums with amusement, sucking him leisurely when Thor starts to swear, his right hand brushing down the soft skin of his groin to stroke his balls. He likes the sounds the God is making and it's a point of pride to cause more of them. Thor's not small but Peter can handle the thrusting, wants to tell the man to relax fully, he's not going to break him.
Instead of words, he relaxes his jaw and takes him into his mouth again and sucks him down to the root. It's been a while since Peter did this too, years actually, but he remembers to breathe through his nose and press his tongue against the heavyweight of Thor's cock. He pulls back after a few seconds, both to take a deep breath and to admonish the other man. Not like there's any real heat in his words. ]
My mouth will do other things if you keep complaining. [ He bites the insides of Thor's left thigh in retaliation for the comment, muscle strong and smooth under his lips, like steel. Unmarked by battle or angered past bed conquests. He envies Asgardian's physiology a little, even if he's never been particularly ashamed of his own scars. ]
And you can touch me, you know. [ Peter's free hand reaches for Thor's wrist, giving it a tug, short of directing it towards his curls. He won't tell him that he likes his hair pulled but it shouldn't be that hard to figure out. Peter also doesn't wait for another reply, leaning in and wrapping plump lips firmly around the crown, tongue swiping over the slit. ]
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[ 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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The way Thor is lying there so casual yet obediently makes him feel relaxed in turn, happy. It’s not something he’s been feeling lately and the change is really appreciated. Peter runs a hand up the man's thigh with intent. He can feel the strong muscles warming up under his palm, how the skin closer to Thor's groin is softer, and he will need to be blind to not notice the curve of his cock straining against the boxers. The guardian’s fingers grab the hem and pull down the boxers as he leans in his personal space to plant a firm kiss on the other man’s lips.
He doesn’t answer Thor immediately, his attention on the welcoming mouth and his fingers curling around the harness. He rubs the path of his thumb over the cockhead, smearing the pre-cum pooling at the tip. Peter allows himself to look a little mug when he pulls his head back a few inches, enough to murmur against Thor's ear. ]
Yes, I was saying exactly that. [ He kisses the earlobe next then quickly nibbles on it as his hand works Thor up and down slowly. ] But I can stop if you want me to.
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[ His hips instinctively buck upwards into Peter's hand, his head tipping backwards against the wall as the other man works him leisurely. ]
No, keep going, we'll see how good you are—
[ Thor's over a millennium old, but he's still more than capable of being distracted by good sex -- and the captain is good with his hands. Thor doesn't want to admit it out loud, but it's obvious by the way his whole body is strung like a bow, his hand clenching in the rumpled sheets. It's a messy bed, he's not sure when it was last laundered, but it's big enough for them and that's all that matters. ]
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God sex is always distracting and Peter plans on making this memorable to prove Thor that he knows what he's doing when he's left to run the show. He ignores the swelling of his cock between his legs and moves his hand away to take Thor's briefs' off completely, leaning in to kiss the inside of the man's thigh once it's done.
The god offers such a pretty picture already that Peter admired it for a second, biting his lower lip and shifting his posture in the bed so he can make himself comfortable between Thor's legs. Peter's still wearing his dark boxers, somehow making it more evident that his thighs are sculpted like the rest of him, on the heavy and thick side. Now that his shirt is gone, the muscles of his back come to attention when the guardian arches his back and leans forward. Long fingers curls around the base of Thor's cock, giving it a light squeeze. And then Peter's hot tongue is licking a long, slow, wet stripe up the shaft before he sucks the head into his mouth. ]
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[ But then Thor's briefs are gone, and he has the captain of the Benatar making for a distractingly pretty picture between his legs: Peter's back and shoulderblades shifting with a ripple of muscle as his tousled blond head dips and he swallows the god's cock. Thor groans again, a noise caught behind his teeth; with his strength he has to concentrate on staying still, not moving too much, not bucking right out of the bed. But as the heat of Peter's mouth works up and down, it's hard to avoid just instinctively thrusting into it.
It's been a while. Too long. Too godsdamned long. ]
This is a— [ Thor's voice is breathless, shallow, and yet even while receiving an undoubtedly skilled blowjob he still takes the opportunity to be provocative, ] better use for your mouth. Far less annoying.
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Instead of words, he relaxes his jaw and takes him into his mouth again and sucks him down to the root. It's been a while since Peter did this too, years actually, but he remembers to breathe through his nose and press his tongue against the heavyweight of Thor's cock. He pulls back after a few seconds, both to take a deep breath and to admonish the other man. Not like there's any real heat in his words. ]
My mouth will do other things if you keep complaining. [ He bites the insides of Thor's left thigh in retaliation for the comment, muscle strong and smooth under his lips, like steel. Unmarked by battle or angered past bed conquests. He envies Asgardian's physiology a little, even if he's never been particularly ashamed of his own scars. ]
And you can touch me, you know. [ Peter's free hand reaches for Thor's wrist, giving it a tug, short of directing it towards his curls. He won't tell him that he likes his hair pulled but it shouldn't be that hard to figure out. Peter also doesn't wait for another reply, leaning in and wrapping plump lips firmly around the crown, tongue swiping over the slit. ]