[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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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. ]