[ 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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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. ]