[ 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 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. ]