spacedisaster | Open Rp post | TFLN Overflown (old)

Peter's eyes were half-lidded, and he lets out a long, soft mewl as Thor's finger trailed up his skin and then kissed it. Count on the Asgardian to make it sensual and smooth, instead of possessive and filthy. Peter welcomed all options, really, but he could admit to himself that it was a new experience to be this cherished. But right, right, he wanted to make this nice and exciting for Thor as well, and he was in a perfect position now.

His cock was a thick upward line against his bellybutton, going ignored as he pushed a second finger in and rocked against them, hissing slightly under his breath. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange, he had forgotten the feeling of pressure that came with playing with himself that way, and scissoring his fingers only made it more pronounced, tearing a moan from his throat.

It took him a few long seconds until it dawned on him that Thor's caresses matched his own strokes and then Peter chuckled a little and winked at him. He was trembling slightly, and he was sure Thor could feel it while holding his leg, but hoped that the other man wouldn't bring it up. After some more long minutes, he added a third finger and exhaled slowly, opening himself for Thor and shutting his eyes close, brow furrowed for a moment, getting used to the drag against his inner walls.

"F-Fuck, Thor...." His cheeks were bright red from arousal, and a hint of unexpected shyness when he looked up at the god again. "Touch me..?"

He'd watched the whole process with interest, fingers still sliding along Peter's calf more or less in time with the movement of his own fingers, though at that breathless curse, the half-trembling question that followed, he gave a warm hum, apparently an agreement as his fingers curled against Peter's calf, giving his leg a tug so that his knee was draped over Thor's shoulder instead of just his ankle resting against it.

Of course, the position lifted his hips off the bed again, and one hand slid forward to help support him, while the other took a moment to find the bottle of oil, slicking his own fingers with it, though he didn't do anything more than rub the pads of his first two fingers upwards from where Peter's own fingers were stretching himself. It only took a moment, head tilted a little as those two fingertips pressed against the other man's perineum, rocking a tight circle. It wasn't the same as direct contact to his prostate, but it was definitely pressure against the same spot, only from the outside.

It was something that would be easier if he took over for the fingers stretching Peter open, but he wasn't going to do that just yet, quite enjoying watching Peter do it himself.

Thor pulled him in close with such naturally that it made Peter wonder if they just always belonged together but they were just too stubborn to realize it until they were drowning in alien pheromones. Sometimes you have epiphanies in the strangest places, Peter muses, smiling up at Thor as the man raises him by the hip like it was just that simple to get Peter where he wanted him. It was.

And Peter wanted this, to be there, to have Thor touch him, like he's never wanted anything before with such raw intensity. It would be frightening if it didn't feel so damn good. Peter, being the impatient creature he had always been, was ready to tell Thor to hurry up and do the thing they both wanted him to do - namely, to fuck Peter on his fingers and then his cock- but feeling the God's fingers press over the sensitive area of perineum made him twitch and shut him up.

It shut him up for about three seconds before Peter's moans filled the air, and he arched his back to get all the contact he could get. Thor seemed to relish in watching him, and Peter was happy to oblige. His breathing was shaky as he moved his fingers in and out of himself slowly, a little deeper with each small truth. It wasn't enough to get him off, of course, but it left his unattended cock leaking wetly over his lower belly, making a sticky mess.

Thor had never been one to mind that sort of mess, it was proof that everyone had enjoyed themselves to the fullest as far as he was concerned, and he slid his still-slick fingers back down to where Peter's fingers were still working himself open.

His voice was low and warm, though still undeniably another command as he said: "Keep going." Before sliding one of his own fingers in alongside Peter's own with the next thrust, very nearly purring at the sensation himself. Peter was definitely snug against three fingers, not in a way that made Thor think he wouldn't be able to take Thor's cock in a few moments -because Thor knew neither of them would be able to wait any longer than a few more moments- but more in a way that Thor knew would feel fantastic for them both, especially with enough slick.

He turned his head to nip lightly at the inside of Peter's thigh to get his attention, "Are you ready?"

They were going to end making an even bigger mess, and much like Thor, Peter also believed it was the fun kind of messy. Thor's voice was pleasant but grave, and Peter would be a liar if he didn't admit even in the privacy of his mind that it was one of the best things about the god. Yes, the arm muscles were awesome, the strong jaw and wide shoulders just as enticing, but if it ever came down to the most attractive features of the god, Peter's money was on his voice. Warm, commanding, or growly, it could probably be enough to get Peter to lose it and come if it ever came to that.

He could hold back for now, even if the addiction of Thor's finger inside him along with his own made Peter shudder out a broken gasp. The light bite to the softer skin of his inner thigh had him purring. Fuck , yes, they were getting somewhere good.

"Do you need to ask obvious questions?" Peter huffed, a light attempt at keeping up with his usual banter, but his heart wasn't into it because he was enjoying himself too much. The way his lips curved at the corners gave that away. "Come on, babe, I wanna feel you inside me."

"Sometimes I do." He replied to that gentle jab of a question, smile tilting once more as he slid his hand up along Peter's leg again, lowering him just a little but keeping that leg propped up against his shoulder.

He knew Peter was flexible, but he was apparently intent on putting that to the test as he used the other hand to hold his cock in position, sliding forward as slowly as he could, filling the other man with one steady, utterly controlled movement, leaning forward against Peter's leg as he did so, practically folding him in half in the efforts of filling him as deeply as possible.

A definite growl curled in his chest once his hips were flush against Peter's thighs, because the sensation was just as exquisite as he'd thought it would be.

"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.

He hadn't thought the initial sound was pain, or if it were, it wasn't the kind that meant stop, which was part of why he continued to move as slowly as he did, because he knew that Peter would need time to adjust, even if it was just a few moments and even if he was doing so as Thor continued to press forward.

He chuckled at the jumbled curse, keeping still only as long as Peter's eyes were closed, when they opened again he grinned, hips giving a slow, solid swivel, just to make sure that Peter could feel exactly how full he was. The growl in his chest shifted, softening at the edges at the touch, turning his head to press a kiss to the center of Peter's palm even as he shrugged the leg at his shoulder off, settling it around his waist instead.

He wouldn't be able to get quite as deep, but the fuller range of movement -and not killing Peter's hamstrings in the long run- would be worth it.

No, no, it wasn't a sound asking for things to stop, and Peter was grateful that Thor could read him so well. Despite their differences and all the bickering, it was true that they got to know each other better all these months living together, their body language and preferences. Peter just never imagined that they would put that knowledge to more practical - and naked- things like amazing sex.

Wanting to sleep with Thor was a thought that had sneaked up on him on unguarded moments: after a successful mission, later at night when Peter was alone in his room, if he caught the god honestly smiling... And now here he was, almost breathless just from how completing it was to finally have Thor inside him. He lets out a small, almost surprised cry when the god bottomed out, but the kiss on his hand made something melt in his chest.

Peter couldn't tell if it was because of the planet pheromones helping his body relax or all their previous preparation, but Peter found himself easing into Thor's girth quickly. He hummed in approval when his leg was lowered, it made breathing easier, and he could dig the heel of his feet on the mattress for leverage and raise his hips, grinding against Thor.

That movement just caused the growl to ratchet right back up again, though it wasn't annoyance, no if the grin was any indication it was sheer pleasure and a solid desire, just giving another firm roll of his hips in response, rocking backward a little before riding forward again.

He still had one hand curled against Peter's hip, just to remind himself where Peter was as he drew back again about halfway, rocking forward firmly once more, finding himself curious to find out what Peter was going to do now that he had some leverage, though if that initial arch of his hips was any indication, they were likely to reach the end of Thor's patience and stamina before long.

Though even if they did, it wouldn't take him long to recover, enough time to determine what their second round was going to be, which was good enough.

Ah yes, they were going somewhere. Peter's own smile sharpened after hearing that rumble of a growl. The way Thor moved in response and how his cock dragged against Peter's inner walls sent a shudder up his spine. So fucking good already.

Peter has never a been quiet or still person ins his everyday life, and he wasn't about to start being like that in bed either. The muscles of his stomach tensed as he drove his hips up and down, slowly at first to fall into rhythm with Thor's own movements, then gaining more intent to meet him midway.

Hand reaching out, Peter slide it past the curve of Thor's neck, grabbed a handful of his hair, and gave it a pull while he tensed his body up on purpose, squeezing the cock breaching him. They could fuck all night, or that's what Peter hopped, and even if the first time didn't last long that wouldn't be a loss. Sometimes one was in the mood for fast and dirty and intense. And gods, could Thor be intense sometimes.

That grip of his hair -along with the way Peter's body tightened against him- caused the steady rhythm he'd built to falter, his hips juddering forward more firmly against Peter's once more, though it was also enough to draw a quiet, equally-rough-edged laugh from him, shaking his head just a little as he drew one knee up closer so he could settle into shorter, shallower thrusts, hips rolling easily against the other man's.

The hand at Peter's hip slid down his thigh before running back up again, settling at his ribs, just feeling the play of muscle and the steady rise and fall of breath beneath his hand. That was one of the things he liked most, knowing that he was responsible for the way someone's breathing changed, the way their pulse raced, it meant he was doing something right.

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.

He could see the way that he had quite literally put Peter at a loss for words, and while he was tempted to slow down again and ask what he'd been about to say, he didn't. Instead he just settled into that steady rhythm once more, short, rocking thrusts while all but bottomed out in the other man.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but that was rather beside the point, as they both already knew this was only the beginning.

He arched a brow at the shudder the pass of his fingers caused, and let his head dip so he could mouth along the arch of Peter's throat, teeth sinking briefly against the line of his collarbone. It wasn't firm enough to actually hurt, but just enough to sting, just adding another sensation to the proceedings to see how Peter reacted to it.

It was a well-deserved loss of words. Not all men quite knew how to move when fucking, much less with another man, but Thor did. The advantages of being over a thousand years old, Peter thought, one learns a few tricks. The god knew exactly how to thrust, deep and sharp, or drawn out and slow, making the heat and tension grow.

And fuck, but Peter loved it. The more Thor thrust into him, threatening to split him open, the more he tried to roll his hips and match the man's rhythm. It was proving to be almost too much for him. It had been too long since he'd been fucked, and he'd never been fucked like that. Curse stupid, sexy Gods of thunder and their skills in bed. Peter might be cursing at him out loud if he weren't busy moaning Thor's name like a mantra.

He felt Thor shudders as if it had been his own. When lips and teeth found the soft skin of his throat, he keened at the combination of the sting of pain and the pleasure taking over his body. He gazed at Thor when he managed to take a deep breath, a moment of coherence, green eyes filled with something soft and secret. Then titled his head to the side to bites at his ear and suck at the earlobe, aiming to get another tremor from Thor.

That was definitely enough to do it, it wasn't that his ears were particularly sensitive, no more or less sensitive than the rest of him, really, it was just that most people didn't think to pay attention to them at all, and he was already strung taut, so any sensation was going to register as good at the moment.

There was also the fact that with Peter all but mauling his ear like that meant that he could hear Peter's breathing and the effect he was having on it. The hand at Peter's ribs slid around to the middle of his back even as Thor sat back, knowing that Peter's hold on his hair and his shoulder wasn't likely to slacken as he did so, and that he'd be able to lift him easily enough with that hand at his back, drawing the other man up against his chest, letting him settle that much more securely on Thor's cock thanks to the position.

Of course, that wasn't going to stop Thor from thrusting up into him all the same, despite it taking a little more effort in this position, he was close to the brink and wouldn't have to maintain it for very long.

Peter wanted to figure out what places got the best reaction out of Thor and the reaction he got after the little bite didn't go unnoticed. He made a pleased hum that ended morphing into a low moan against the shell of the God's ear. it was a good thing that they have all the night ahead for them to memorize each other's bodies.

"Oh, holy fuck. Thor..." There was appreciation at Peter's voice despite the curse. It was the kind of surprised joy at being lifted so easily that he would have tried to hide on a normal day, all to avoid inflating Thor's ego further. Here, now, the praise was all deserved because all that strength was being put to fantastic use. Peter shuddered as he sank down further on Thor's cock, the angle just right, and his hand gave the blond hair another appreciative tug.

The extra weight didn't seem to affect Thor at all much, as he kept fucking Peter with energetic abandon, and that was what did it. Peter moaned Thor's name and arched his back, body tensing up like a bowstring and muscles tightening around the other man as he came, messing his stomach and waist. The hand at Thor's back moved to hold onto his neck for purchase, and Peter made an effort to lock eyes with him, to squeeze him with his legs, wanting Thor to come as well.

Thor was likewise watching Peter's face, the hand he'd used to lift the other man sliding all the way up to cup the back of his neck, thumb stroking against the tender hollow behind his ear, tilting his head forward to rest his brow against Peter's even as he continued the steady, relentless roll of his hips even despite the weight and the change in angle.

He all but growled as Peter's climax overtook him, though the grin sliding into place was enough to reveal that it was a pleased sound and not an objection, and it was only a moment before Thor was following him into that bliss with another low rumble, hips giving one last roll before settling, head turning so that he could press his brow to Peter's temple, brushing a kiss against the arch of his cheek, mostly just trying to catch his breath even as he finally began to soften, though not yet enough to actually slip free.

The only thing he had to say was a warm, undeniably amused: "Ruthless." The grin emerged once more as he lifted his head, free hand rising to brush Peter's hair away from his brow, "I like it."

Somehow, the hand on his neck made it better, it both grounded him and turned him on. Peter was not good with following orders or rules, but he enjoyed being put in his place or held by the right person. He knew he could trust Thor despite their differences, and the god was such a good lay anyway that Peter's worries were long gone. That growl was the best sound Peter heard in a long while, his music included.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Peter quipped, a smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head up and nuzzled Thor's face. He would have kissed him, but they both needed to catch their breath, at least for the moment. The hold he had on Thor's hair eased a little, this time Peter was running his fingers through the hair with lounging pleasure and scratching the scalp lightly with his nails. Peter tilted his head to kiss the curve of Thor's jaw and smiled against the skin.

"We really need that bad now. Not immediately, I don't think I can walk straight, but you know...a thought for later." Besides, Peter quite enjoyed the afterglow and wa snot opposed to be lazy in bed with a hot god for a little while.

I'm nowhere done with you is what he was saying. He wanted to keep his promise to Thor about trying all the options they could think ok.

Thor's voice was warm with amusement and still just a little roughened by their prior activities, "We'll both need one soon enough." He replied, giving a little nod, mostly so that he could nuzzle the arch of Peter's cheek and up along his temple once more, "But not just yet, you're not the only one who'd have trouble walking just yet."

His cock did, finally, slip free as he shifted his posture, unfolding first one leg and then the other, stretching himself back across the mattress, though keeping Peter held close as he did so, content to lounge for a little while before having a second round, and then possibly a nap, and then a third round, though the third might come before the nap, depending on how they both felt.

"Hmm...yeah." Peter was a boneless mess, a really happy one, so he just hummed at the nuzzling, closing his eyes and enjoying the affectionate gesture. A moment later, he was chuckling softly at Thor's admission. There was something in the way he said it that made Peter feel oddly proud of the fact Thor was just as affected by a round of great sex as he was. Not even Gods were beyond that, uh? Good.

When Thor moved, slick bodies shifting, Peter let out a soft sigh and shivered, feeling a bit oversensitive, but he adjusted his postion so he was half draped on top of the other man. Thor made a comfy mattress, what could he say? Peter cocked his head to the side and rested his chest on the man's chest, his hand running up and down Thor's arms in a soft caress.

He had almost expected for the spell to be over once the deed was done, for his brain to tell him this was enough, more than he hoped for. But he was happy, and he still wanted Thor for himself. He wanted to hear the man laugh and occasionally growl at him in the head of the moment. Problematic thoughts, those, but Peter couldn't find it in himself to worry. He felt safe and cared for, and that hadn't happened in a long time. Lifting his head, now that they had time to catch their breath, Peter sought Thor's mouth and pressed their lips together.

Thor, likewise, was content to just relax and recover for a few moments, humming softly at the way Peter stroked his arm, as if he were some kind of favorite hound, and he couldn't find it in him to object because it amused him as much as he enjoyed it.

Though his fingers had also settled into tracing idle, half-circular patterns across the small of Peter's back in the meantime, just keeping him close, only passingly surprised to find that he was alright with what had happened, more than just alright, he'd enjoyed himself immensely and was already planning ahead.

Which was why that kiss caught him a little bit off-guard, but he chuckled warmly and returned it in kind, slow and warm and affectionate as anything.

Peter was a cuddle monster, something Thor was going to get very familiar with as the night went on. He had always found touch comforting, and it was his preferred form to show genuine affection. He enjoyed giving ti and he liked even more to receive it, Thor earned himself a pleased hum for that hand moving on the small of Peter's back.

Now that they were not so frantic about getting on each other's pants, Peter was enjoying the leisurely kisses, the warmth of Thor's skin, and the taste of his mouth. It was only a shame that he had to pull away to breathe.

"You're a furnace," He murmured against Thor's neck, pressing small kisses down the strong tendon until he reached the hollow of his collarbone. "Not a complaint, mind you."

Pretty looked up, smiling and resting his chin on the man's chest, pretty much looking like a content cat. "Something on your mind, I can tell. Something sexy?"

It was highly unlikely that Thor would regret that at all, mostly because he was incredibly tactile himself, and having a partner who was the same just made that all the more desirable.

He chuckled, low and warm at the statement, and the string of kisses -and the correction- that followed, "Yes, that's what comes of being Asgardian." At least that's what he'd always attributed the higher body heat to.

He lifted both brows, head angling up just slightly to regard Peter as he let his fingers start sliding just a little higher along his spine with each loop, "Not exactly. I was only thinking that this is pleasant and I should like it to continue."

Excellent, then. Peter will be very happy...until the moment he sobered up. Then he was going be too embarrassed for words and probably hide in his room to avoid looking at anybody in the eye. And especially avoiding Mantis because she had the tendency to blurt out whatever she felt about the other person when she touched someone. The last thing he needed was she ratting him out about feelings he had yet to think about properly. It was a worry for later, not one Peter even thought about now.

"There's a 'hot' joke to be made here, but I won't give you the satisfaction." Peter joked. He was practically purring at all the attention he was getting. "But it's useful. Comfy too."

He wiggled a little on top of Thor, to shows just how much he was enjoying the contact, but it wasn't enough to dislodge the hand trailing up his back. Thor's answer had him stilling, looking at the other man.

"Yeah, it's nice. It's been a while for me." It wasn't that clear if Peter meant the sex or the comforting companionship, and he seemed in no rush to clarify. He didn't want to turn things into something sappy, it made him feel too vulnerable, so he ran his fingers over Thor's side, the touch to his side feather-like.

"Are Asgardians ticklish?"

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