Given Thor's age, and his handsome looks and stupidly muscled arms, Peter really shouldn't have been surprised that he knew a few interesting tricks to try in bed. He took the words as a promise or a challenge rather than a threat, and the tone of his voice made his already flushes skin feel even warmer to the touch. This planet was going to ruin him, and the Asgardian even more so. He couldn't find it in him to care.

Peter looked up, her lips wrapped tightly around the man's hard cock. There was a slightly dazed, dark look in his eyes, but a very pleased one when fingers carded through his hair and Thor's hummed. He reached down and stroked the man's balls gently as he mouthed at the harness pressing down his tongue and pulled it further past his lips, the cockhead brushing the roof of his mouth. The Asgardians was a challenge, more than it was probably wise to take, but Peter was an expert at not listening to common sense in favor of having a good time. He wanted more and so did Thor, and Peter didn't like to do a half-assed job. And maybe, just maybe, he was feeling a bit like a thirsty slut despite their first tumble in the sheets. That was not here nor there. He was still drowning in the pheromones coating the atmosphere of the planet.

Eyes closed again and lips stretched tight, he ran his tongue along the underside as much as he can. Peter was almost uncomfortably full of some wetness prickling the corners of his eyes by the time his nose gently brushed the hairs on his pubic bone. But he did it. Fuck.