Peter liked praising too, it was rare for him to hear it given how much flack Rocket -and occasionally the rest of his team- gave him about his body. He could understand why sincere praising would get someone hot and bothered. Thor was attractive, no doubt about that, but after living together, Peter had learned that it was a fact that went beyond looks. The god was charming, with a sense of humor and quick wit that both drove Peter insane and amused him. How was he still single was anyone's wonder.

The Guardian let out a surprised, chocked out sound at the electric sensation that ran from those points of contact in the back of his head to the end of his spine. It quickly morphed into a drawn-out moan, muffled by the hard cock in his mouth but still audible. Peter had his eyes closed, shoulders trembling slightly, and he glided his hand up and down Thor's shaft as he took a moment to catch his breath.

"That...that's nice. Weird but good. Do it more." Peter smiled and fit his mouth around the heavy crown, tongue pressing over the warm, silky soft skin before swallowing down what he could. Thor's size only served to motivate him, and he wanted to actually get his dick down his throat.