spacedisaster | Open Rp post | TFLN Overflown (old)

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?"

He chuckled softly at the statement about not making a joke, because he knew enough Midgardian slang to know there was at least one joke to that effect to be made, and it would have been a fifty-fifty chance of Peter actually making it.

He didn't mention that it had been a while for him as well, affection or sex, or both, there was no reason to, and even if he'd been going to, Peter's question caused his train of thought to switch tracks fairly quickly, "No moreso than humans, I should think." He replied, the hand running along Peter's spine having settled at the small of his back again, just kneading there with steady, gentle presses of his fingers, "Why do you ask?"

Thor had lived on present earth for five years, his knowledge of slang and modern memes and jokes might be better than Peter's but some compliments were classic.

"Hm? No reason," He said casually, the picture of perfect innocence. That lasted no longer than two seconds. A heart beat later, Peter moved to straddle Thor's lap, thighs pressing down on his sides to keep him in place. No moreso than humans meant 'YES' and Peter and the sudden urge to learn if God of thunder could giggle.

His right hand slipped over Thor's ribs, not with the same sort of intention as before, when he aimed to seduce and provoke. Now it was more subtle but no less determined, his fingers sliding down the curves and valleys of Thor's chest and sides, over his belly, trying to find the right spot.

He was probably going to be disappointed on that front, because while Thor had arched a brow at the sudden movement, hands shifting easily to Peter's thigh and his hip to keep him stable, he wasn't going to giggle.

He did tense slightly at those questing fingers, shifting away from them whenever they landed somewhere particularly sensitive, and he finally shook his head, "I had a younger brother, I'm sure you recall. Those are reflexes I learned to control when I was still young."

Which didn't mean that he wasn't ticklish, just that he'd learned not to react to being tickled.

Yup, he was. It didn't take long for Peter to realize that tickling Thor had no effect. He purses his lips in a way no doubt Rocket would, no doubt, call pouting. His fingers didn't still, still caressing, but now more for the sake of touching Thor rather than aiming to make him laugh. He knew a little about Thor's brother, enough to know it was a sensitive subject, just like Gamora was for him, and Peter made no joke about it.

"You're not fun." Leaning in, Peter smiled and placed a kiss on the curve of Thor's pectoral, then left a small bite very, very close to his nipple. "You know that will only make me try harder, right?"

The bite got a warm laugh out of him, not the ticklish kind, but just sheer amusement at the situation. One hand squeezed at Peter's thigh while the other slid up his spine and back down again in an easy sweep, "Oh I encourage it, though I can only say you're going to be disappointed."

He gave a little shake of his head as he continued to pet down and back along Peter's spine, "I've had, ah, centuries of practice. Which is more than most Midgardians get, I believe."

That's a better response, they were going somewhere after all. Laughing during sex, or between rounds, was fun and one of Peter favorite things.

"We will see." He murmured against warm skin, enjoying the touches he was getting in return as he places kisses or little bites on the god's chest. He still needs a few minutes before being ready to do anything more than this, but Peter rocked his hips against Thor's without hurry.

"So, what I am getting here is that you're an old man." His lips were busy over Thor's right nipple after that statement, this time biting it properly. A hand slid up and down the man's side and then squeezed the curve of his hip. "A cradle robber." Another bite. "Ancient."

And after that, Peter wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, pressing a wet tongue against it before sucking lightly.

The string of epithets, such as they were, were enough to have Thor laughing again, the hand at Peter's thigh just squeezing again but otherwise not moving, while the one at his back continued the slow, almost rhythmic stroking.

That laugh did trail off into a warm, interested, hum at the bite, one that was followed by his hand skidding all the way up into Peter's hair again at the pressure and suction that followed that initial flirt of sting, because that was just the right kind of contrast and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

As evidenced by the heavy twitch of his cock between them. It wasn't yet enough to rise to full hardness again yet, but it was a slow uphill climb to that point, and he was ready to ride that out.

The laugh had the Guardian smiling, lips curling up while they were pressed over Thor's pectoral. Peter had a talent for being silly, that for sure, and he liked that the other man appreciated it. Of course, that might also have something to do with his mouth, something Thor was going to get even more familiar with very soon.

He seemed very pleased with the touches to his thighs and back, humming occasionally in response and outright moaning softly when a big hand ended on his hair. He took it as an encouragement to bite Thor some more, sadly nothing that would leave a mark. Stupid Asgardian bodies, too sturdy to be marred by scars, but also making it hard to leave hickeys and love bites.

He tickled his fingers up Thor's stomach before pinching his other nipple hard between them and rolling it slowly. He felt like he was neglecting other parts of Thor. After shifting over him and moving back, Peter licked a stripe down his chest and started kissing down his stomach.

The pinch of Peter's fingers was enough to get another one of those warm, low hums out of him, clearly pleased and shifting his shoulders a little to settle again after the sting.

His brows did lift, slow and curious, when he realized that Peter was on an ever-downward path. He couldn't help but smile all the same, however, fingers curling through the other man's hair again, scratching gently against his scalp as that was clearly something Peter enjoyed, which meant that Thor enjoyed it in turn, by proxy, because doing something a partner enjoyed -especially one as reactive as Peter- was its own little thrill.

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.

He shifted his leg further aside at the unspoken request in the press of Peter's hand, all warm amusement and surprisingly pliable for someone of his size. Though mostly that was because he knew that he could trust the other man, and that he didn't have to be as on-guard as he might have had to be with another partner.

He'd been about to actually answer that question, and likely with something rough and amused like 'see for yourself', but given the way his cock gave another heavy twitch under Peter's mouth, stiffening further and certainly interested in the goings-on, he figured he didn't actually have to say anything.

Instead he just chuckled, fingers scratching firmly through Peter's hair again, an encouragement as much as anything else.

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