Those hums were quickly becoming one of Peter's favorite sounds, along with Thor's growling. Teeth sunk into the skin right next to Thor's navel, and then a wet tongue was pressed over the bite as if to ease the sting. Peters' back arched like a cat in heat at the sensation of short nails over his scalp.

A hand landed on Thor's inner thigh, palm warm and confident, and gave it a squeeze. It was to prompt him to spread his legs further, so Peter could settle between them more comfortably.

"So...how's that Asgardian refractory period?" He put a trail of kisses down the hard planes of Thor's lower belly, licking the curve where hip meets leg and then tilting his head to mouth along the length of his cock.