He liked the noises Thor made, the way his muscles tensed and his body moved. There were a lot of muscles, at that, even if Peter had adamantly refused to acknowledge them the first time they've met. No one needed so many muscles, alright, it was just not normal. Clearly just to show off. Tonight, however, he was gaining a new appreciation for Thor's arms and his strong thighs, the way the god's hips bucked, and how the big hands feel while gripping at his legs or hipbones.

He smiled when Thor laughed and opened his mouth to speak, but the other man chose that moment to change the angle and length of his trust and a low, drawn-out cry came out instead. The hand on Thor's hair remained, and Peter tilted his head back, exposing his throat as he moaned and bucked, trying to keep up with the rhythm. It was harder than before because every time Thor bottomed out the head of his cock hit Peter's sweet spot just the right way.

He shuddered when fingers trailed up his stomach and almost brushed his chest, which had always been very sensitive. But Thor's hand settled on his ribs and that meant Peter would be able to hold back from coming more easily.