spacedisaster | Open Rp post | TFLN Overflown (old)

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.

[ Peter enjoyed Thor like this, trusting him and pliable. It was different from their previous frantic tumble and the wild sex, but no less exciting just because it was slower. Even if he were capable of such a thing, it wouldn't cross his mind to try and hurt Thor. Not even during their first days living together, when they could barely stand each other's presence, Peter still didn't wish him any real harm -- No matter how often he threatened to throw Thor out of the airlock. The god could survive in the vacuum of space, anyway).

Based on the nonverbal response that he gets for an answer, both through Thor's cock and his fingers, Peter took is an incentive to do more. One hand slid down the inner thigh and then under the strong leg to give it a squeeze, signaling to the other man that Peter wanted Thor to rest that leg on his shoulder. As further encouragement, the Guardian ran the flat of his tongue over the cockhead, teasing the slit and tasting the pre-come pooling there, before he pulled Thor fully into his mouth with a smooth movement. ]

He made a curious sound at being -essentially if gently- manhandled, but allowed it all the same, settling comfortably with that thigh up against Peter's shoulder.

He was likewise surprised with the ease that Peter moved to tease him first and then swallow him down more fully, a movement that caused Thor's cock to give another heavy twitch, stiffening further even as his fingers slid through Peter's hair again, nails scratching gently at his scalp before letting the weight of that hand settle at Peter's nape, pleased with the way this was going.

He did manage to find his voice again a moment later, though it was low, roughened at the edges, "I think you can tell how it's going, yes?"

Thor had to learn how to let himself be taken cared for now and then, he doesn't need to be in charge all the time. Peter wasn't doing this because he needed to prove anything or because he wanted to boss around the god a little -although the idea was tempting- he was doing it because he enjoyed the noises Thor made when he was lost in pleasure and wanted to hear them more of them.

Peter squeezed his thigh and then slid a soothing palm over the side after hearing that little sound from Thor. He was in good hands, he only had to lie back and enjoy the ride. Having little to none gag reflect and the ability to hold his breath for some time had come in handy for Peter in the past, so he was taking advantage of that in bed as well.

Closing his eyes at the sensation of fingers running through his hair, he made a pleased sound around Thor's cock when a palm settled on the back of his head. And maybe Peter shouldn’t love this as much as he did, but there was no helping it. Everything about this movie felt different, the touches more electric, and offering and taking pleasure equality gratifying. After bombing around the weight in his mouth a couple of times, he pulled back slowly as to not prompt Thor to remove his hand. He liked it where it was.

"I have an little idea." Peter licked a stripe up the underside of it, and flicked his tongue out to tease the head gently before grinning up at Thor. "Maybe not so little, actually."

He didn't lift his hand away as Peter moved, mostly because he could tell that Peter liked having it there, but also because he himself liked the illusion of control. He wouldn't actually use that hold to try controlling Peter's movements at all, but the thought that he could pleased him.

Pleased him almost as much as the praise did, even if the praise was halfway to being a tease on its own, he didn't actually mind that, if only because there weren't many people who would tease him like that, "Yes, quite so." His smile twitched into place again, "Though when you say it, it's praise, when I say it, it's boasting. But you aren't wrong."

He hummed, giving another full-handed pinch to Peter's nape, "And the fact that you see that as a challenge and not a detriment does you credit." Which was to say that Peter knew what he was doing, even with that much size to work with, and Thor appreciated it.

If Peter weren't enjoying something, he would make it clear. Thor was right in his assumption that the hand at his nape pleased him, but he also wouldn't mind the god being a bit more aggressive with it.

Teasing Thor was part of the fun, but there was an undeniable truth to Peter's words. Thor was a big guy, and he was proportionately big on all accounts. Girthy, thick, and long. Peter had nothing to be ashamed of, but the size of Thor's cock was indeed a challenge, the man was right. His jaw might end a bit sore, but if he was going to get these sorts of charmed reactions and praising words from Thor, it would be worth it.

"When I say it, it sounds better because you're a god. Those are meant to be worshiped." Peter didn't add that he didn't mind giving it either but there was both affection and amusement in his voice. He wondered for a moment if, for all the compliments Thor for sure received from adoring fans and onlookers that got smitten by his looks, the god actually believed any of it. Truly beleived it. So he added, with some more sincerity and less teasing. “You’re stunning.”

He met Thor's eyes for another fleeting second before getting back to work, plunging back down and greedily sucking the cock into his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base when he couldn't fit the whole thing inside, pressing his tongue up against the weight on his mouth and humming.

Surprisingly enough, even though Thor was occasionally recognized -more often on Midgard than anywhere else- he only rarely received compliments on his looks, and even when he did it was along the lines of him being bigger in person, which always amused him a little, because it was as if people expected him to be the same size he looked on their screens.

Which meant that Peter's line of commentary, even if some of it was still half-teasing, got another warm sound out of him, kneading at Peter's nape once more even as he set to work again.

It was the praise and the eye contact as much as it was anything else that had a faint prickle of static building between his fingertips and the other man's skin. It wasn't lightning, it was barely even fully electric, but it was definitely enough for the sensation of it, likely enough to make the finer hairs stand on end. It was most certainly a pleased response if the way Thor's eyes had gone half-closed just watching Peter work was any indication.

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.

That was a stronger reaction than he'd expected, but the vibrations of that moan around his cock only served to make it give another heavy twitch, almost completely hard once more.

He hummed a quiet agreement in response to that demand, nodding and repositioning his hand below Peter's nape, fingers pressing into the knob of his spine, smiling at the press of Peter's tongue and the way it brought him back to a full-stock, not quite throbbing, but absolutely full and firm. He took a breath so that he could focus, not wanting to use too much electricity and do Peter any damage, but definitely wanting to use a little more than just that near-static buzz he'd used before.

What he managed was a one-two pulse, still not fully lightning, but something closer to drawing the ambient electrical impulses in the room up Peter's spine to Thor's own fingers, leaving those tingling, almost vibrating, where they were pressed to Peter's skin.

Peter had had a large variety of partners, most of them aliens, but he never had any kind of sex play involving electricity. There was a first time for everything, and it seemed that even he could get surprised, hence the strong reaction to the first static. Even when his eyes closed, he could feel Thor's response to his moans, and Peter looked up, his lips wrapped tightly around the god's now hard cock. They fell shut again once a warm palm pressed down his nape. He relaxed his jaw further, eager to try again and again to get it down his throat.

It was probably for the better that he was drawing back while sucking Thor's hardness when the extra electric shook danced over the curve of his back. Peter gasped, the hand now resting on Thor's thigh, giving it a squeeze, nails digging into hard muscle. The feeling surprised him, it was a stronger sensation than he had been expecting. It wasn't quite painful, but not easy to miss either. He liked its sharpness. Peter cock twitched interest between his legs and he murmured a low and broken Fuck under his breath. After taking a deep breath, Peter worked on running his lips and tongue up Thor's cock, stroking it and falling into the now familiar sensation of the length on his tongue.

It was definitely not the first time Thor had done such a thing, not when the lightning came to him as easily as breathing. Of course, the finesse to it had taken time, but it was time well-spent with incredibly patient partners, and it allowed for this sort of thing now.

His smile spread at the way Peter gripped at his thigh with the stronger pulse of electricity, letting his hand spread flat where it was sitting at Peter's nape again, voice a low rumble as he said: "More of that later." A promise that sounded just a little bit like a threat, but not in a way that indicated any real danger for Peter.

He lifted his hand away from Peter's nape so that he could trail it through the other man's hair again, just humming in contentment at the apparent determination to swallow the entirety of his cock. Many had tried, a fair few had managed, and Thor felt confident that Peter could be among them, through sheer force of will if nothing else.

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