Oh, your bedroom? [He means to sound playfully salacious, but it comes out sloppier, like a teenager trying to embarrass their friend. It doesn't help that he giggles some. An honest to goodness giggle, and he butts his head against the side of Peter's.] What would the others think?
[Eventually the laughing dies down and he nods.] I would be honored to spend the night with you, Quill.
[ That was an attempt. Perhaps not the best, but Peter can read between slurred lies and get the intended inflection behind those. He is trying to look irritated, but the giggle and light headbutting make that quite hard. ]
My bedroom, yes. Unless you want me to drop you at Drax's and handle his snoring. Not to brag, but I make a much better bedmate. I also have great hands for massages.
[ He gives Thor's right hip a squeeze and then starts walking them both up the ship's ramp. ]
You should. It's not as if I allow everyone in there. It's been a while since I had company.
Then I accept. Gladly. [He gives Quill another kiss, this time at the junction of his neck and shoulder just before they come in sight of anyone who might be watching from inside. Thor's a cuddly drunk, everyone knows that. It's another thing entirely what Thor was doing just before they came into the ship.
He laughs again at the thought of one of them catching the two coming back in. Technically they haven't done anything worth gossiping about, but it's the thrill of being caught just the same that excites him. And once he's on familiar turf, Thor starts to tug Peter along the deck until they're standing outside the captain's quarters.
While he waits for Peter to open the door, Thor lets his hands wander, tugging playfully at Peter's clothes. Not quite taking them off but close enough that it's obvious that's what his intent is as he's waiting, a promise for more once they're in real privacy.]
[ Peter feebly protests after the kiss, sounding out of breath and weak to his own ears. Goddamn, but Thor was distracting. This man has no business looking so attractive while buzzed, and even less being so sweet while stealing little kisses here and there. Peter wants to punch him. With his lips. In the mouth.
When the god gets all handsy, Peter's brain gets totally sidetracked, and he leans into the touches before he catches himself and frowns. Then he decides that, fuck it, this is relatively harmless and it's only fair he shows Thor some affection back.
Peter lets the hand that was wrapped around Thor's waist travel up his back and then plays with the man's hair, not pushing him away. Fingertips scratch lightly at Thor's scalp as Peter fiddles with the door's panel with his free hand and finally gets it to open. ]
You're a menace, you know that? Do I need to sit on you to keep you still?
[ He wishes that now his voice shows proper exasperation and not the half-resigned but also half-hopeful tone it most likely was. It's Peter's turn to tug Thor into the room by the shirt, exposing some of the god's abs in the process, the door closing behind them. ]
Bed, now. Be a goodboy and I'll even help you undress.
[He can be good! So good in fact that he only laughs at the 'do I need to sit on you' comment and doesn't follow up with the 'I have something you can sit on' joke that he actually wants to say. Either way, Peter isn't mad, but Thor has been pushing his buttons, and even in his drunk state he knows not to go too far.
He complies with Peter's orders, putting his hands up in surrendur and saunters over to the bed, crashing onto it with the grace of...well, a drunken god. When he's there he smirks mildly at Peter and leans back onto his elbows as he watches him.]
Was I a good boy, then, Quill? Do I get my reward now?
[ That answer would have given Peter a lot of things to think about. It would also have made it very tempting to slap Thor and then kiss him senseless. Two bad ideas, more so because it's more likely that Peter would have broken his hand rather than dissuade Thor in any capacity.
But no, he isn't mad, and Peter can't stop the smile appearing on his lips again at Thor all but letting himself fall on the bed like a sac of potatoes. He wanders over to the other man, grabs his right ankle, and starts to tug on Thor's boot to take it off. ]
I'm letting you sleep on my bed, isn't that reward enough? [ After the second boot ended on the floor with a thud, Peter rests his elbows on Thor's knees, looking up at him. Disheveled and playful is a good look on him, and Peter feels his resolve wavering a little. ]Okay, how about...one small kiss, and then we sleep this out?
[ It might still be a mistake, but a kiss wouldn't kill them. Or so Peter tells himself, because denial ain't just a river in Egypt. ]
Alright. One kiss. [At this point Thor doesn't exactly remember why they're trying to hold back. Even drunk, people don't act this into each other unless there's a thread of truth to it, and above all else, Thor wants it to be true. So at the offer, he wraps his feet around Peter's back and uses them to tug him closer in between his thighs.]
[And Peter might have said a small kiss, but as he's staring down at him, the only thing he can think about is how amazing he looks there. So he tilts Peter's chin up and leans in, slowly enough that it's obvious that Thor isn't angling for anything small. Enough time for Peter to back away if he isn't on the same page.
Just before his lips touch Peter's though, he stops. He speaks instead, honestly.]
Tell it to me true, Quill. If we were to go farther than this, would you actually regret it? Is there a chance that our friendship would be ruined if we lay together? Because I want you. I've been wanting you for some time now. And I'm not saying that just because I'm drunk. So we can stop here and now and go to bed, or we can keep going and make this night. [He stops and considers things.] Morning? Is it morning yet? Anyway, what I'm trying to say is if there's even a shred of doubt on your wanting this, I will leave it be.
[ Peter remembers it very well, and it's because kissing Thor when he's drunk and not in the right mind to make proper decisions is a shitty thing to do. It might not be what sober Thor wants. But he's also only human and deeply flawed, mistakes are kind of Peter's specialty. If everything goes wrong tomorrow morning, he hopes they can talk it out like adults. Or he hopes he will be able to avoid Thor just enough to not be punched through a wall, the Benatar is a big ship after all.
As feet nudge him closer and fingers gently tilt his chin up to stare back into Thor's eyes, Peter realizes that perhaps he's overthinking everything too much. Maybe the truth is honest and simple: that Thor really wants this. Wants him.
Backing away has never been his first option. Even when Thor gives him time to change his mind, to retreat, he doesn't want to. 'You could do better' is what his mind tells him about the god, and Peter ignores that voice, tries to drown the stupid thoughts, and focus on the other man's words. 'Inferiority superiority complex', Rocket has called it one day, throwing big words at Peter as if he thought he wouldn't understand what that mean. It's the sincerity in Thor's tone of voice that undoes him again. ]
I want this as well. So, so much...enough that it would hurt if it weren't real. If I got my hopes up for nothing. Enough that is scary, sometimes, because every time I wanted someone, they've been taken away from me. But here you are.
[ Sweet, strong, and reliable. Really, really hard to kill, which is a big plus. Peter nuzzles Thor's nose with his own, and laughs at the silly question about the hour. With a hand on the god's chest, he pushes Thor's back just enough, so he can sit on his lap rather than between his thighs and cup Thor's face. A better angle this way. ]
[Thor answers by grabbing the back of Peter's neck to pull him closer. As he does so, he tilts his head upward with the other's touch and meets Peter's mouth with his own. The feeling is electric- metaphorically, at least. He can't help the pleased noise that comes from the back of his throat as it happens. It feels like the culmination of feelings that have been building for over a year now. The idea of regretting this fades away, and Thor finds him closing his eyes as the kiss deepens.
He stays like that for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of the solid weight of his captain atop him before his hands start to wander, tracing patterns along Peter's back, tugging him closer, before he starts up again on what he'd been trying out on the hall. First he helps to pull Peter's jacket off before he's roaming again, sliding fingers beneath his shirt and moving up the planes of Peter's stomach, relishing the interplay of skin and body hair as his hands move up, up, forcing the garment with them.]
[ The hand at the back of his nape is a welcome, guiding weight that has Peter smiling against Thor's mouth when they meet. He's quick to part his lips and press his tongue against the other, no longer bothering with holding back and wasting time.
The sound Thor makes only spurs him on, and Peter playfully bites the god's bottom lip and deepens the kiss. He tries to convey a million thoughts, all the things he never dared to tell Thor before, in that kiss. Peter should be mad that Thor's stupidly honest charm has eventually chipped away at his armor and burrowed snugly underneath, but he's only feeling joy. This might be the happiest he's felt in a really long, long time. Then again, he always had a thing for kissing his partners. Partly because not all aliens had compatible bits with humans, most species still had mouths and tongues.
Peter hums softly, calming down a little, and kisses Thor unhurriedly. One of his hands moves from a bearded cheek to his hair, gripping it before it registers that Thor is pulling at his clothes. A roll of his shoulders and Peter adjusting his arms makes it easier to get rid of his jacket and let it fall somewhere on the floor. The warm palm running up his belly and chest has Peter squirming and sucking in a breath before he breaks the kiss. With the way his cheekbones are slightly flushed, it's hard to deny that his chest is rather sensitive. His thighs, placed on each side of Thor's legs, give the man a squeeze when Peter leans back, arching his back so Thor can pull the shirt off of him. ]
You're overdressed. We should fix that. [ Peter murmurs against his mouth, lips brushing but not quite touching yet. He doesn’t really mean to sound quite so husky there at the end, but sometimes you simply must go where the moment takes you. His hands find their way to the curve of Thor's firm chest, and Peter rolls his hips and grinds down on him for no other reason than he wants to see what interesting sounds he can get out of Thor. ]
Yes, captain. [The response is just as low, aroused but deferential. When those hands find his chest, he arches his back just slightly to give him more access. The way Peter's been speaking and acting alongside the confessions they'd given has him wanting the man to take what he wants.]
We should, sir. [And sure enough, as soon as he acknowledges it Thor pushes the leather vest off of his shoulders and tosses it aside. His shirt follows soon after, leaving his upper body bare. Before he settles back, though, he guides one of Quill's hands to his chest, and the other to grip his hair once again.]
I'm yours. [And he means it. Thor enjoys affection, and sex in all its many forms, but when he's fallen for someone he will readily put his normal inclination for the casual aside if that's what the other wants. He has eyes for Quill alone right now, and to prove it he grips his captain's hips and holds firm, directing him until his ass is flush against the growing bulge in Thor's pants.] Whatever you want, I want.
[ Addressing him like that and the way Thor gets rid of his top clothes earns him an immediate response from Peter, green eyes lighting up with interest and hunger. He's glad that Thor tells him what he wants clearly, not just with words but with actions. A hand is buried at the base of the long, blond tresses, and it's almost natural for Peter, as if they had done this before, to curl his fingers tight to ensure he had a good grip.Â
He pulls Thor into another fiery kiss, and his other hand roams lower, nails racking lightly over firm muscle, the curve of a round chest. When he breaks the kiss, it's to pepper the curve of Thor's neck with small bits and kisses, his lips closing on his pulse point to suck until he's satisfied that there will be a red mark there. It might be faded by tomorrow morning already, that with Asgardians' bodies being nigh invulnerable and healing quickly, but the attempt is made. Peter has always had a possessive streak toward everything and everyone he has ever loved. ]
Whatever I want? Â [ His mouth travels up again until his hot breath caresses the shell of Thor's ears when he speaks in a low voice. ] Â I'll hold you to that promise.
[ Peter leans back so Thor can see him grinning wolfishly, but there's a sincere, touched look in his eyes that goes beyond ravenous want. ]
Good thing I want you to feel good too.
[ He's still a tad concerned about Thor's state of drunkenness, even if the god seems to have sobered up somewhat, so he's mindful about what they could do and what they should do. These two thoughts are at odds. Thor's hardness under him, and Peter's own cock filling with interest makes it clear they are both in the same page, so that brings him reassurance. It also makes Peter choke out an appreciative laugh at the size of said hardness, and grind down on him again, rolling his hips slowly. ]
Holy shit, dude.
[ Peter doesn't feel like he has anything to be ashamed of. He is tall and big, and proportional all over. There's a reason why his 'pelvic sorcery' - as Gamora once put it- gained him a reputation. But...Thor already feels like something else. Gods, he swears.
'I want you in me immediately', is his first thought, which he doesn't voice because he's thinking about the necessary logistics to accomplish that feat. And besides, he first wants to play a little and figure out what Thor really likes in bed, or if he would enjoy switching later. Variety is the spice of life and all that, and Peter knows better than to make assumptions based on appearances. Both of his had run up Thor's chest again even as he spoke. ]
Let's get properly comfortable in bed and get rid of the rest of our clothes. Then lie back down for me, beautiful. [ Peter puts some emphasis on the last word, running his thumb across a nipple. ]
[Thor lets out a long, loud moan in response to Peter tugging him closer by the hair followed by the feeling of his mouth against his neck. Yes, this was exactly what he was angling for. If anyone else on the ship had doubts about what they're doing they're well and truly banished now.
He's definitely more sober at this point. Perks of being an Asgardian, you bounce back from things like this a lot quicker than others tend to. He's still a little drunk, but his faculties are much more his than when Peter found him.]
Yes. Yes, just so. [The encouragement comes as his head is tilted back, Peter basically worshiping him with his mouth, and if that doesn't have him aroused, than nothing else can. Thor's usually the aggressor in these kinds of situations so the fact that Peter's taken control so succinctly has him aching, on the backfoot and completely surrendering to his ministrations.
Then his hands are out of Thor's hair which elicits a noise of protest from the god, but they're quickly forgotten when Peter tells him to undress.]
I believe it was your job to undress me, captain. You promised if I was being good. [Still, Thor complies and starts fumbling with Peter's belt and pants until they're properly unfastened, then hooks his thumb beneath the wasteband of his underwear and pulls until they've come down too far for him to completely take off in the way Peter's on top of him.
When his cock is released, Thor looks at it appreciatively and wraps a big hand around it, giving it a firm tug. He makes small gasps of his own as he does it, enraptured by Peter working his nipples.]
Make no mistake. I will be fucking you. But if this is not inside me as well at some point, I will be very disappointed.
[ Peter mentally adds 'Hair pulling' to the list of things he now knows Thor enjoys, and gives another hearty tug. He likes it himself as well, especially if he's going down on his partner, and they keep a firm grip. It's something Thor might discover for himself if the night goes well. There will no doubt be some questions and endless teasing tomorrow, but Peter is properly distracted now, and the last thing on his mind is the rest of his crew. ]
Very generous of you, Thor. [ And frankly, Peter isn't all that surprised. At first, they had their disagreements, and they argued like children, but it didn't take him long to realize that Thor really was a sweet and earnest person. Those are some of the reasons why it was so easy to fall for him, and so hard to keep up with him. Peter gives a pleased hum when Thor offers more of the column of his neck, teeth scraping over bare skin and a tense tendon.
It's probably no secret that Peter Quill is kind of a brat. That means that often sometimes, he likes to make things difficult because he enjoys a partner that can put him in his place. But he also takes pride in giving his lovers a good time. While he's nowhere as old as Thor, he's got decades of experience and very little restraint when it comes to sex; it translates into some entertaining nights if he's allowed to take charge, even for a little while. He makes an attempt to not look too smug at the sound Thor makes when his hair is no longer being played with. ]
That I did. Worry not, I am a man of my word. [ He's only going to need a minute because the moment Thor fumbles with the front of his clothes and then wraps a big, warm hand around him, Peter sucks in a break and arches his back. Ah, fuck, it's been a while and Thor's touch makes him ache so damn badly that he almost misses what the other man says. Almost. But not quite, and it makes Peter give him another hungry look and a grin. ]
Good. The night is long,we have time. And I never disappoint, you should know that already. [ The last bit comes out a bit breathless, both because it's hard to focus with Thor's hand around his hard cock, and because Peter enjoys direct, dirty talk. His hips roll forward a little, almost without realizing it. Peter moans softly and lets them have this for a moment longer before he pats Thor's chest. ] More of that later. Now your pants really have to go.
[ Climbing off Thor's lap is less elegant and easy now that his pants are halfway down and Peter is still wearing his boots. It's frankly a little ridiculous, so he shoots Thor a 'don't' you dare say anything warning glance as he shuffles to the side, kicks his boots off, and then gets rid of every item of clothing still in the way. Naked at last and kneeling on the mattress, Peter beams at him, giving Thor only a second to stare to his heart content before he's being pounced on. Fingers moves to the man's nape and pull him forward for a bitting kiss, while his other hand does quick work of his clothes. Peter pulls away the buckle and zipper, his palm pressing over the curve of his cock and giving a couple of promising squeezes, not pausing the kiss. He breaks the contact to run his hands up Thor's thick thighs, over the perfect slope of his hips, and finally he grabs the waistband of the pants. ]
Lift your pretty ass off the bed, so I can take these off already. Now. [ He added a fairly commanding tone to the last bit, just to see how Thor would react. Any time Peter tried to give orders, or even advice, to Thor during missions, it had gone so-so, but he had the feeling that things might be different now. If Thor complies, Peter is going to pull his pants off and out of the way and then crawl between his thighs, a hand pressed over those firm abs to make Thor lie back on his elbows. Peter's mouth soon takes the place where his hand used to be, licking a wet stripe up Thor's chest, kissing and biting, and then wrapping his lips around a firm nipple. ]
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[Eventually the laughing dies down and he nods.] I would be honored to spend the night with you, Quill.
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My bedroom, yes. Unless you want me to drop you at Drax's and handle his snoring. Not to brag, but I make a much better bedmate. I also have great hands for massages.
[ He gives Thor's right hip a squeeze and then starts walking them both up the ship's ramp. ]
You should. It's not as if I allow everyone in there. It's been a while since I had company.
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He laughs again at the thought of one of them catching the two coming back in. Technically they haven't done anything worth gossiping about, but it's the thrill of being caught just the same that excites him. And once he's on familiar turf, Thor starts to tug Peter along the deck until they're standing outside the captain's quarters.
While he waits for Peter to open the door, Thor lets his hands wander, tugging playfully at Peter's clothes. Not quite taking them off but close enough that it's obvious that's what his intent is as he's waiting, a promise for more once they're in real privacy.]
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[ Peter feebly protests after the kiss, sounding out of breath and weak to his own ears. Goddamn, but Thor was distracting. This man has no business looking so attractive while buzzed, and even less being so sweet while stealing little kisses here and there. Peter wants to punch him. With his lips. In the mouth.
When the god gets all handsy, Peter's brain gets totally sidetracked, and he leans into the touches before he catches himself and frowns. Then he decides that, fuck it, this is relatively harmless and it's only fair he shows Thor some affection back.
Peter lets the hand that was wrapped around Thor's waist travel up his back and then plays with the man's hair, not pushing him away. Fingertips scratch lightly at Thor's scalp as Peter fiddles with the door's panel with his free hand and finally gets it to open. ]
You're a menace, you know that? Do I need to sit on you to keep you still?
[ He wishes that now his voice shows proper exasperation and not the half-resigned but also half-hopeful tone it most likely was. It's Peter's turn to tug Thor into the room by the shirt, exposing some of the god's abs in the process, the door closing behind them. ]
Bed, now. Be a goodboy and I'll even help you undress.
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He complies with Peter's orders, putting his hands up in surrendur and saunters over to the bed, crashing onto it with the grace of...well, a drunken god. When he's there he smirks mildly at Peter and leans back onto his elbows as he watches him.]
Was I a good boy, then, Quill? Do I get my reward now?
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But no, he isn't mad, and Peter can't stop the smile appearing on his lips again at Thor all but letting himself fall on the bed like a sac of potatoes. He wanders over to the other man, grabs his right ankle, and starts to tug on Thor's boot to take it off. ]
I'm letting you sleep on my bed, isn't that reward enough? [ After the second boot ended on the floor with a thud, Peter rests his elbows on Thor's knees, looking up at him. Disheveled and playful is a good look on him, and Peter feels his resolve wavering a little. ]Okay, how about...one small kiss, and then we sleep this out?
[ It might still be a mistake, but a kiss wouldn't kill them. Or so Peter tells himself, because denial ain't just a river in Egypt. ]
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[And Peter might have said a small kiss, but as he's staring down at him, the only thing he can think about is how amazing he looks there. So he tilts Peter's chin up and leans in, slowly enough that it's obvious that Thor isn't angling for anything small. Enough time for Peter to back away if he isn't on the same page.
Just before his lips touch Peter's though, he stops. He speaks instead, honestly.]
Tell it to me true, Quill. If we were to go farther than this, would you actually regret it? Is there a chance that our friendship would be ruined if we lay together? Because I want you. I've been wanting you for some time now. And I'm not saying that just because I'm drunk. So we can stop here and now and go to bed, or we can keep going and make this night. [He stops and considers things.] Morning? Is it morning yet? Anyway, what I'm trying to say is if there's even a shred of doubt on your wanting this, I will leave it be.
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As feet nudge him closer and fingers gently tilt his chin up to stare back into Thor's eyes, Peter realizes that perhaps he's overthinking everything too much. Maybe the truth is honest and simple: that Thor really wants this. Wants him.
Backing away has never been his first option. Even when Thor gives him time to change his mind, to retreat, he doesn't want to. 'You could do better' is what his mind tells him about the god, and Peter ignores that voice, tries to drown the stupid thoughts, and focus on the other man's words. 'Inferiority superiority complex', Rocket has called it one day, throwing big words at Peter as if he thought he wouldn't understand what that mean. It's the sincerity in Thor's tone of voice that undoes him again. ]
I want this as well. So, so much...enough that it would hurt if it weren't real. If I got my hopes up for nothing. Enough that is scary, sometimes, because every time I wanted someone, they've been taken away from me. But here you are.
[ Sweet, strong, and reliable. Really, really hard to kill, which is a big plus. Peter nuzzles Thor's nose with his own, and laughs at the silly question about the hour. With a hand on the god's chest, he pushes Thor's back just enough, so he can sit on his lap rather than between his thighs and cup Thor's face. A better angle this way. ]
Kiss me.
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He stays like that for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of the solid weight of his captain atop him before his hands start to wander, tracing patterns along Peter's back, tugging him closer, before he starts up again on what he'd been trying out on the hall. First he helps to pull Peter's jacket off before he's roaming again, sliding fingers beneath his shirt and moving up the planes of Peter's stomach, relishing the interplay of skin and body hair as his hands move up, up, forcing the garment with them.]
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The sound Thor makes only spurs him on, and Peter playfully bites the god's bottom lip and deepens the kiss. He tries to convey a million thoughts, all the things he never dared to tell Thor before, in that kiss. Peter should be mad that Thor's stupidly honest charm has eventually chipped away at his armor and burrowed snugly underneath, but he's only feeling joy. This might be the happiest he's felt in a really long, long time. Then again, he always had a thing for kissing his partners. Partly because not all aliens had compatible bits with humans, most species still had mouths and tongues.
Peter hums softly, calming down a little, and kisses Thor unhurriedly. One of his hands moves from a bearded cheek to his hair, gripping it before it registers that Thor is pulling at his clothes. A roll of his shoulders and Peter adjusting his arms makes it easier to get rid of his jacket and let it fall somewhere on the floor. The warm palm running up his belly and chest has Peter squirming and sucking in a breath before he breaks the kiss. With the way his cheekbones are slightly flushed, it's hard to deny that his chest is rather sensitive. His thighs, placed on each side of Thor's legs, give the man a squeeze when Peter leans back, arching his back so Thor can pull the shirt off of him. ]
You're overdressed. We should fix that. [ Peter murmurs against his mouth, lips brushing but not quite touching yet. He doesn’t really mean to sound quite so husky there at the end, but sometimes you simply must go where the moment takes you. His hands find their way to the curve of Thor's firm chest, and Peter rolls his hips and grinds down on him for no other reason than he wants to see what interesting sounds he can get out of Thor. ]
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We should, sir. [And sure enough, as soon as he acknowledges it Thor pushes the leather vest off of his shoulders and tosses it aside. His shirt follows soon after, leaving his upper body bare. Before he settles back, though, he guides one of Quill's hands to his chest, and the other to grip his hair once again.]
I'm yours. [And he means it. Thor enjoys affection, and sex in all its many forms, but when he's fallen for someone he will readily put his normal inclination for the casual aside if that's what the other wants. He has eyes for Quill alone right now, and to prove it he grips his captain's hips and holds firm, directing him until his ass is flush against the growing bulge in Thor's pants.] Whatever you want, I want.
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He pulls Thor into another fiery kiss, and his other hand roams lower, nails racking lightly over firm muscle, the curve of a round chest. When he breaks the kiss, it's to pepper the curve of Thor's neck with small bits and kisses, his lips closing on his pulse point to suck until he's satisfied that there will be a red mark there. It might be faded by tomorrow morning already, that with Asgardians' bodies being nigh invulnerable and healing quickly, but the attempt is made. Peter has always had a possessive streak toward everything and everyone he has ever loved. ]
Whatever I want? Â [ His mouth travels up again until his hot breath caresses the shell of Thor's ears when he speaks in a low voice. ] Â I'll hold you to that promise.
[ Peter leans back so Thor can see him grinning wolfishly, but there's a sincere, touched look in his eyes that goes beyond ravenous want. ]
Good thing I want you to feel good too.
[ He's still a tad concerned about Thor's state of drunkenness, even if the god seems to have sobered up somewhat, so he's mindful about what they could do and what they should do. These two thoughts are at odds. Thor's hardness under him, and Peter's own cock filling with interest makes it clear they are both in the same page, so that brings him reassurance. It also makes Peter choke out an appreciative laugh at the size of said hardness, and grind down on him again, rolling his hips slowly. ]
Holy shit, dude.
[ Peter doesn't feel like he has anything to be ashamed of. He is tall and big, and proportional all over. There's a reason why his 'pelvic sorcery' - as Gamora once put it- gained him a reputation. But...Thor already feels like something else. Gods, he swears.
'I want you in me immediately', is his first thought, which he doesn't voice because he's thinking about the necessary logistics to accomplish that feat. And besides, he first wants to play a little and figure out what Thor really likes in bed, or if he would enjoy switching later. Variety is the spice of life and all that, and Peter knows better than to make assumptions based on appearances. Both of his had run up Thor's chest again even as he spoke. ]
Let's get properly comfortable in bed and get rid of the rest of our clothes. Then lie back down for me, beautiful. [ Peter puts some emphasis on the last word, running his thumb across a nipple. ]
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He's definitely more sober at this point. Perks of being an Asgardian, you bounce back from things like this a lot quicker than others tend to. He's still a little drunk, but his faculties are much more his than when Peter found him.]
Yes. Yes, just so. [The encouragement comes as his head is tilted back, Peter basically worshiping him with his mouth, and if that doesn't have him aroused, than nothing else can. Thor's usually the aggressor in these kinds of situations so the fact that Peter's taken control so succinctly has him aching, on the backfoot and completely surrendering to his ministrations.
Then his hands are out of Thor's hair which elicits a noise of protest from the god, but they're quickly forgotten when Peter tells him to undress.]
I believe it was your job to undress me, captain. You promised if I was being good. [Still, Thor complies and starts fumbling with Peter's belt and pants until they're properly unfastened, then hooks his thumb beneath the wasteband of his underwear and pulls until they've come down too far for him to completely take off in the way Peter's on top of him.
When his cock is released, Thor looks at it appreciatively and wraps a big hand around it, giving it a firm tug. He makes small gasps of his own as he does it, enraptured by Peter working his nipples.]
Make no mistake. I will be fucking you. But if this is not inside me as well at some point, I will be very disappointed.
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Very generous of you, Thor. [ And frankly, Peter isn't all that surprised. At first, they had their disagreements, and they argued like children, but it didn't take him long to realize that Thor really was a sweet and earnest person. Those are some of the reasons why it was so easy to fall for him, and so hard to keep up with him. Peter gives a pleased hum when Thor offers more of the column of his neck, teeth scraping over bare skin and a tense tendon.
It's probably no secret that Peter Quill is kind of a brat. That means that
oftensometimes, he likes to make things difficult because he enjoys a partner that can put him in his place. But he also takes pride in giving his lovers a good time. While he's nowhere as old as Thor, he's got decades of experience and very little restraint when it comes to sex; it translates into some entertaining nights if he's allowed to take charge, even for a little while. He makes an attempt to not look too smug at the sound Thor makes when his hair is no longer being played with. ]That I did. Worry not, I am a man of my word. [ He's only going to need a minute because the moment Thor fumbles with the front of his clothes and then wraps a big, warm hand around him, Peter sucks in a break and arches his back. Ah, fuck, it's been a while and Thor's touch makes him ache so damn badly that he almost misses what the other man says. Almost. But not quite, and it makes Peter give him another hungry look and a grin. ]
Good. The night is long,we have time. And I never disappoint, you should know that already. [ The last bit comes out a bit breathless, both because it's hard to focus with Thor's hand around his hard cock, and because Peter enjoys direct, dirty talk. His hips roll forward a little, almost without realizing it. Peter moans softly and lets them have this for a moment longer before he pats Thor's chest. ] More of that later. Now your pants really have to go.
[ Climbing off Thor's lap is less elegant and easy now that his pants are halfway down and Peter is still wearing his boots. It's frankly a little ridiculous, so he shoots Thor a 'don't' you dare say anything warning glance as he shuffles to the side, kicks his boots off, and then gets rid of every item of clothing still in the way. Naked at last and kneeling on the mattress, Peter beams at him, giving Thor only a second to stare to his heart content before he's being pounced on. Fingers moves to the man's nape and pull him forward for a bitting kiss, while his other hand does quick work of his clothes. Peter pulls away the buckle and zipper, his palm pressing over the curve of his cock and giving a couple of promising squeezes, not pausing the kiss. He breaks the contact to run his hands up Thor's thick thighs, over the perfect slope of his hips, and finally he grabs the waistband of the pants. ]
Lift your pretty ass off the bed, so I can take these off already. Now. [ He added a fairly commanding tone to the last bit, just to see how Thor would react. Any time Peter tried to give orders, or even advice, to Thor during missions, it had gone so-so, but he had the feeling that things might be different now. If Thor complies, Peter is going to pull his pants off and out of the way and then crawl between his thighs, a hand pressed over those firm abs to make Thor lie back on his elbows. Peter's mouth soon takes the place where his hand used to be, licking a wet stripe up Thor's chest, kissing and biting, and then wrapping his lips around a firm nipple. ]