"Smartass." The blond added with amusement coloring the word, before his brain forgot how to form coherent words.

He was ready, and he wanted this like he never wanted anything but gods, Thor felt so big and hot inside him that it made him whimper. His hand reached up to hold onto the man's shoulders, nails digging into the skin lest Thor got the wrong idea about the sounds he was making and stopped or tried to move away. Peter wasn't in pain, or not much, he only needed a second to handle the girth inside him.

"Fuckfuckyesdamnit..." Peter whimpered again, shaking under Thor’s heated gaze and his body, completely at his mercy. He wanted to hear more growls coming from him, more sounds of pleasure and loss of control. It was so dirty hot. It took a moment for Peter to realize had closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation, and he opened them to lock into Thor mismatched ones, his free hand cradling the God's cheek.