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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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. ]