Peter managed to swallow him down and Thor growled, low-pleased, insistent and throbbing in time with his pulse, one that Peter could undoubtedly feel considering just how tightly very sensitive touch-receptors were pressed against Thor's anatomy.
The hand not already curled against Peter's nape lifted so that he could brush the backs of his knuckles along Peter's cheek, sweeping away that tear of frustration or exertion -or both- just licking it easily off his own fingers when he'd done so, watching Peter's face and fighting the urge to roll his hips as he didn't want to cause the other man any actual pain, not when things were going so well.
He scratched his fingers through Peter's hair, drawing it back from his face to meet the other man's eyes once more, "If I'd known this was all it took to keep you from running your mouth, I might have tried it earlier." His voice was still edged with that same growl, the statement was definitely some kind of praise and not a jab the way it might otherwise have been, probably would have been if there were anyone else there to hear it.
One day, Peter's pride was going to get the best of him, and he really would get into trouble. Not tonight, though. He was deeply pleased and more than a little proud of the guttural growl that escaped Thor's lips.
It was muffled, but the Guardian let out a mewling sound at the caress to his cheekbone that was followed by Thor licking his fingers in a way that was downright illegal. The hand in his hair felt both comforting and pleasant, and he shuddered under the touch, humming in contentment.
The comment got a surprise, little choked sound out of him, that was half amused half indignant, but it was clear that he took the words for what they were, a compliment. He hadn't choked yet and despite how the possibility was still very much there due to Thor's size, Peter was willing to take the risk. He withdrew only a little to be able to take a deep breath through his nose and then encouraged Thor to move his hips, slowly, by placing his hands on the curve of the god's hipbones. He opened his mouth as far as he could, head bobbing, more prepared this time for the intrusion and pressure against his throat. God, how he loved it. His nails dug on Thor's hips on purpose.
It was clear enough, even without his being able to say so, that Peter wanted him to move, and all it took was those nails in his hips to get him to do so, one slow, firm, undulation.
It was a movement that dragged his cock across Peter's tongue down and back in one slow pull-then-push that left the tip at the back of Peter's throat once more, and all Thor had to say -fingers still curled in Peter's hair- was: "Swallow." He waited for his partner to actually do so before giving that same slow roll of his hips again, the previous growl having settled into something that was much closer to being a purr.
He spared a brief moment of thought to realize that this wasn't at all what he'd expected to happen when making planetfall, but he also wasn't going to complain, because it was far better than what he'd expected to happen.
Intuitive partners in bed were the best thing ever, not only when your mouth was too busy to talk. Peter liked them better, it felt like Thor, and he understood each other well enough in the bedroom, despite all their differences in the field.
Peter was prepared this time, holding his breath and then making a pleased sound at the way Thor moved. It was really attractive. As he bobbed his head up and down, the palm of his left hand slid over the curve of a hip and moved downward to give Thor's ass a squeeze. It was a very good ass, firm and smooth, and it was truly a shame he never tried to touch it before tonight. He dug his nails on the muscle when Thor gave the order, and the noise Peter made in response to that hip roll was just obscene. If that was any indication, he was enjoying himself just as much as Thor.
He felt so full, in a different way than before, but just as good, pleased to the core about the sounds the god was making because of him. The size still wasn't easy to handle, so Peter couldn't rush things but once they found a sort of rhythm, he went back to touch more of his partner's body. He stroked Thor's inner thigh, a hand moving between to gently cup his balls. Then he pressed into the perineum with his fist as his mouth and throat tightened around the cock.
"Oh very good." He replied at the bite of Peter's nails in his ass as well as the filthy fucked-out sound he made. Thor liked knowing the effect he was having, liked knowing that a partner was having just as much fun as he was, and there was no doubt in his mind that was the case here.
There was a brief moment given to wonder if this might change things between them when they got back to the ship, but then Peter's knuckles were pressing against him at the same time that clearly skilled mouth was tightening around him and that particular combination of pressures was enough to dissolve any kind of coherent thought.
One hand swept through Peter's hair again, settling heavy and warm against the back of his head as Thor's hips rocked upwards again, the near-purr ratcheting right back up to a growl again even as his cock pulsed once against the wet pressure of Peter's mouth. He wasn't quite on edge yet, but he was clearly rapidly approaching the brink.
Thor's praise prompted Peter to make another obscene noise. He realized that he would do anything this devastatingly gorgeous man asked of him if Thor praised him for it. Anything, if he could hear the man moan and whimpers because of him.
Once things were back to normal, and they were once against on the ship, they were going to need to have a proper talk. There was going to be a big chance of Peter being more than a little embarrassed about his lack of control. They would cross that bridge once they get to it, right now Peter's only concern was if they would run out of lube before the night was over.
His next moan shifted into a whine as Thor’s fingers played with his hair and squeezed his nape, the cock pressing deeper into his mouth with that roll of his hips. Eyelids fluttering, he bobbed his head faster, matching the rhythm of the god's thrust and greedily taking more and more of his cock to get him to lose it. A mix of drool and pre-cum leaked down Peter's chin, but he paid it no mind, now pressing his index against Thor perineum, massaging it in time with the roll of his hips. His other hand squeezed the man's ass against to invite him to speed up with every thrust, and his tongue pressed against the hardness inside his mouth, his throat tensing up in anticipation.
For a brief moment he considered clamping his hand down on Peter's nape as he arched his hips up more solidly, just to watch him choke, but it was only a fleeting thought, and while his fingers did twitch a little tighter in their hold at the back of his neck, that was as far as it went and the next roll of his hips was just as controlled as the last one had been.
His voice was the same low-pleased rumble that it had been as he said: "Soon." And then, "Swallow." Between the pressure of Peter's finger against his skin, the warm-wet press of his tongue against his shaft, and the twitch of his throat against the head of his cock, he knew it would only be a matter of moments before another climax swept through him, and he knew himself well enough to know that he might not actually get the chance to warn Peter again before it did.
They could save that for another occasion, once Peter's got more used to doing this to Thor because otherwise, he would have choked for sure. Not totally unappealing, but a bit inconvenient if he wanted to be able to talk tomorrow. Dominance had his appeal with the right person, he could admit that much tonight that his mind was less concerned about keeping up appearances or arguing with Thor every step of the way.
They weren't sparking with electricity anymore, but the fingers at his nape shot small jolts of pleasure through his frame all the same. Peter's lips felt swollen and hot, and he groaned around the massive girth in his mouth, not even attempting to be contrary and pull away or solo down to tease Thor further. It was time. And gods he wanted it, so fucking much.
High cheeks heated up, he bobbed his head more earnest in response to the warning, high on adrenaline from the pleasure he could offer. Peter's only regret was not being able to tell Thor how good he tasted and how attractive his voice sounded when he was close. The hand between Thor's tight pressed up further, knuckle massaging the tender spot. The only reason why he didn't finger Thor properly, it's that the lube ended lost among their sheets, and he had no idea where it was. Another activity to try later if he was willing.
That groan, the way he could practically feel the heat from Peter's flushed face, that additional, wholly deliberate pressure, it was all just too much for Thor hips rolling upwards once more and hand tightening against the back of Peter's neck reflexively as his pleasure broke.
The orgasm that rolled over him, swept through him, was enough to leave his thighs shaking, just a little, though that might also have been from the effort in not bucking any harder or arching any further than he already had, still not wanting to cause Peter any damage or even any undue discomfort in his wholly blissed-out state.
He relaxed in stages, breathing still slow and heavy as he did so, the pressure of his hand let up first, sweeping heavy fingers through Peter's hair even as his core and thighs relaxed as well, letting himself drop back to the mattress with a groan.
As he came rushing thick into his mouth, Peter thought that Thor's face looked really beautiful with raw ecstasy etched into his features. In response, he moaned loudly, hands grabbing at the tense thighs as Thor rode out the high, sucking him through it to make the pleasure last and trying not to let a drop spill. That last part was a harder, and Peter felt wetness drip down his chin but paid it no mind, drinking Thor down until the cock in his mouth softened.
He hummed and let it slip between his lips before before oversensitivity turned things uncomfortable for his lover. The Guardian was breathing heavily when he was done, both from the effort and from the fact that his own cock was straining between his legs. He looked up to meet Thor's eyes and hold his gaze for a few seconds, a small but deeply pleased smile playing on Peter's wet lips before he leaned forward and rested his temple on the man's thigh. He closed his eyes and let out a soft, long sigh.
"Hmm...not bad." Understatement of the year. Peter tried to hide his smile and failed.
Thor tutted softly at the state of Peter's face, fingers scratching lightly through his hair again even as he said: "Come up here."
Once Peter was actually where he could reach, his hand settled against the other man's nape, leaning up and licking a broad stripe up over his chin, dipping into his mouth a moment later in what could only loosely be described as a kiss, though it didn't last long and his smile tilted back into place as he drew away, one brow lifting, "Better?"
It was only partway to being an actual question, more or less just a pleased rumble that he'd managed to turn into a word partway through.
His back arched and Peter made a pleased, soft noise at the hair scratch, then slowly moved up Thor's body. He drew in a breath that ended in a soft moan, a hand held onto Thor's biceps as the man licked him, body shaking slightly with pleasure.
As short as it had been, Peter enjoyed the kiss, feeling the warmth of Thor's mouth linger in his lips even as it ended. From there, it wasn't difficult to move down to rest against his lover's side, fingers playfully tapping the God's chest.
"Shouldn't I be making you that question?" Peter said with a smile, noticing that Thor was making sounds more akin to a large cat than a person. His own voice was rough after what they had done. It was all worth it. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you enjoyed that."
"Mm, quite so." He agreed, arm curling around Peter's back as he settled, fingers tracing idly up and down along his side, since it was right there and he could, "It's been some time since a partner was quite so ambitious."
There was amusement in his tone, the statement not meant as an insult to prior partners or any kind of chiding to Peter, who had done amazingly, in his very biased opinion.
His fingers trailed down to Peter's hip and along his thigh, not meant as a tease, but more of a question, just to see what the reaction was, even as he said, "Though it seems you're in need of some assistance again yourself." He needed a few minutes to recover himself, but that didn't mean Peter had to wait if he didn't want to.
"Go big or go home, they say." Peter understood Thor's words as the compliment they were meant to be, and practically melted under the touches. His nose was buried on the curve of the man's neck, under his jawline, and placed some kisses there. He took in a sharp breath at the caress to his thigh and then chuckled.
"People call you a god, but you're actually the devil." Lifting his head, so Peter could meet Thor's eyes again, he smiled. "Tempting. OH, so tempting. But I can wait until you're ready. I've got plans for us."
Plans that involved fulfilling that early promise to Thor about switching places. And yes, Peter's had a pretty difficult to ignore hard-on, but he was sure that he could handle it...if Thor's hands didn't wander too much. He was only human, after all.
"Maybe we could take a hot shower or a bath first? Sexy and wet, what's not to like?"
Another low, thoughtful sound spooled free at that nuzzle and the statement that followed, though he nodded, "I can't promise that I won't distract you in the shower, but starting the next round fresh seems like a good idea."
He wasn't particularly uncomfortable yet, truthfully it took a lot to get him there, but as far as he was concerned, giving them both a refresher was for the best.
Of course, he didn't make any move to get up just yet, fingers still trailing idle loops along Peter's thigh, not moving inward at all and apparently just enjoying the feel of skin and muscle under his fingers.
An amused little noise came from Peter, and he nuzzles Thor's again.
"I'm sure I'll be able to deal with that. I can handle you, don't I?" Peter ran his hand calmly up and down Thor's side and the curve of his chest. He knew now that the man was not ticklish, but that they both liked to cuddle. The giant bath waiting for them can wait five minutes more.
He let out a calm, long sigh, quietly enjoying the warmth of Thor's fingers over his skin. They can afford the closeness and the silence in ways they can't have when they're with the rest of the guardians, int eh ship, and peter wonders why they didn't give it a chance sooner.
He gave a low rumble of amusement of his own at the statement, "Oh you handled me quite well." He replied, somehow breezing right past innuendo and right into explicit without even really trying, "And I'm starting to think I should have let you do so a long time ago."
Not that either of them had been on that level early on, truthfully he wasn't entirely sure how they'd managed it now, comfortable and quiet, and comfortable with the quiet, which was what really surprised him.
He did, finally, pat at Peter's hip, the same kind of friendly, full-handed thump usually used on dogs or other companion animals, "Alright, up. Shower is waiting."
This was Peter Quill, when he was around the subtext often became text, he wasn't even bothered, In fact, it was nice to have his ego stroked a little, it happened so rarely.
"We really wasted a lot of time." It came out more honest and less flirty than Peter intended but once it was said, he didn't even consider taking it back. They weren't ready for this at first, then it seemed like no one wanted to take the next step out of worry about ruining the companionship that they had managed to build. Now...now it was very nice. Comfortable with the quiet, indeed.
"Hmm....yes, okay." He moved off of Thor and stood up, shuddering a little at the lack of warm skin against his own. After offering Thor a hand to help him up, Peter led him to the bathroom and tried not to trip in the process.
They were both tall and pretty big, so getting into the bathtub together once it was filled with water was going to be a little challenge. Peter, oblivious to the fact they probably contained more aphrodisiacs, added some salt baths to the water, and it started to smell wonderfully in a matter of minutes. He stared at it for a moment, fingers dipping in the water to check the temperature, and then smiled up at Thor.
Something about the additional smell of the salts -pleasant as it was- tugged at the corners of a memory deep in the back of Thor's mind, but it hadn't managed to surface, he hadn't managed to make any sort of real connection before Peter spoke again, asking him a question.
His smile emerged a moment later, along with a low laugh, shaking his head, "I think we ought to have gotten in before it was done filling, though then we might not have managed to get out again later." Another little head shake, offering Peter a hand, "You first, I'll settle where there's room." Whether that was behind him or across from him remained to be seen, but he would make sure they were both comfortable, which was the important part.
Peter was oblivious, far more focused on the pleasant smell and enjoying how rarely the Guardians got to engage in this kind of luxuries than any worry regarding what else the hotel room had in store for them.
After Thor's laugh, Peter stared at him, then at the filled tub and gave a casual, and totally unapologetic; "Oops."
Given the kind of planet they were in, he wouldn't be surprised if the staff were more than used to cleaning all sorts of liquids from all kinds of surfaces. Some water on the bathroom floor would be nothing in comparison.
"We will keep that in mind for the next time. I'll be a thigh fit, but that's part of the fun."
He took Thor's hand, rather charmed by the simple gesture, and gave it a squeeze before he got into the bathtub. There was no stopping the hum Peter let out when his skin got in contact with the water, hot but not scalding, clean, and pleasant. After considering their options, he decided that he rather wanted to use Thor's chest as a pillow, so he bent his knees and scooted forwards, so the god could settle himself behind him
"Get in here before I change my mind, and I decide to keep the bath all too myself. It feels really nice."
There was another warm laugh at the threat as he stepped into the bath as well, amused at the displaced water as he settled, one knee drawn up against the side and the other stretched out alongside Peter's.
It was, indeed, a close fit, but it was comfortable enough, especially with the heat of the water. He settled back, one arm resting along the edge of the tub and the other draping over Peter's shoulder, drawing him back just enough to maintain almost full-body contact between them, "There we are." His voice had dipped again, that simple statement was almost some kind of praise, he couldn't help it, really.
He still couldn't quite place what the smell of the bath salts reminded him of, but decided not to dwell on it so much, instead just letting it waft over him the same way the heat of the water was sinking into his skin, relaxing him in a long slow sweep.
Predictably, 1/3 of the water spilled over the bathtub rim once both men made themselves comfortable, but Peter paid it no mind, only chuckling. Once Thor seemed comfortable, if a little squished, he leaned back against the god's ample chest, the extra weight on his shoulder a welcome one. The low tone of Thor's voice prompted Peter to nod and let out a long, happy sight, shuddering slightly. Damn that hot voice, so distracting.
"Do you think we should install more bathtubs in the Benatar? We all have showers. We're clearly missing out. Imagine the things we could do."
Of course, there was no need to imagine here, just things to try out. Peter slid one of his hands over the curve of Thor's leg at his side for no other reason than he could, and he wanted to. He also leaned his head back, resting on Thor's shoulder, and turned it slightly to look up at him.
He made a thoughtful little sound at the question, shifting his shoulders just a little as Peter leaned back, getting comfortable, "We could, though I'm afraid if we did even less would get done than already does."
He shook his head then, the barest edge of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "And imagine how much worse the fights would be if there wasn't one in everyone's quarters." Which considering that they already used the same showers, and things had -occasionally- nearly come to blows, he didn't think the prospect of an actual bath would make that any better.
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The hand not already curled against Peter's nape lifted so that he could brush the backs of his knuckles along Peter's cheek, sweeping away that tear of frustration or exertion -or both- just licking it easily off his own fingers when he'd done so, watching Peter's face and fighting the urge to roll his hips as he didn't want to cause the other man any actual pain, not when things were going so well.
He scratched his fingers through Peter's hair, drawing it back from his face to meet the other man's eyes once more, "If I'd known this was all it took to keep you from running your mouth, I might have tried it earlier." His voice was still edged with that same growl, the statement was definitely some kind of praise and not a jab the way it might otherwise have been, probably would have been if there were anyone else there to hear it.
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It was muffled, but the Guardian let out a mewling sound at the caress to his cheekbone that was followed by Thor licking his fingers in a way that was downright illegal. The hand in his hair felt both comforting and pleasant, and he shuddered under the touch, humming in contentment.
The comment got a surprise, little choked sound out of him, that was half amused half indignant, but it was clear that he took the words for what they were, a compliment. He hadn't choked yet and despite how the possibility was still very much there due to Thor's size, Peter was willing to take the risk. He withdrew only a little to be able to take a deep breath through his nose and then encouraged Thor to move his hips, slowly, by placing his hands on the curve of the god's hipbones. He opened his mouth as far as he could, head bobbing, more prepared this time for the intrusion and pressure against his throat. God, how he loved it. His nails dug on Thor's hips on purpose.
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It was a movement that dragged his cock across Peter's tongue down and back in one slow pull-then-push that left the tip at the back of Peter's throat once more, and all Thor had to say -fingers still curled in Peter's hair- was: "Swallow." He waited for his partner to actually do so before giving that same slow roll of his hips again, the previous growl having settled into something that was much closer to being a purr.
He spared a brief moment of thought to realize that this wasn't at all what he'd expected to happen when making planetfall, but he also wasn't going to complain, because it was far better than what he'd expected to happen.
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Peter was prepared this time, holding his breath and then making a pleased sound at the way Thor moved. It was really attractive. As he bobbed his head up and down, the palm of his left hand slid over the curve of a hip and moved downward to give Thor's ass a squeeze. It was a very good ass, firm and smooth, and it was truly a shame he never tried to touch it before tonight. He dug his nails on the muscle when Thor gave the order, and the noise Peter made in response to that hip roll was just obscene. If that was any indication, he was enjoying himself just as much as Thor.
He felt so full, in a different way than before, but just as good, pleased to the core about the sounds the god was making because of him. The size still wasn't easy to handle, so Peter couldn't rush things but once they found a sort of rhythm, he went back to touch more of his partner's body. He stroked Thor's inner thigh, a hand moving between to gently cup his balls. Then he pressed into the perineum with his fist as his mouth and throat tightened around the cock.
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There was a brief moment given to wonder if this might change things between them when they got back to the ship, but then Peter's knuckles were pressing against him at the same time that clearly skilled mouth was tightening around him and that particular combination of pressures was enough to dissolve any kind of coherent thought.
One hand swept through Peter's hair again, settling heavy and warm against the back of his head as Thor's hips rocked upwards again, the near-purr ratcheting right back up to a growl again even as his cock pulsed once against the wet pressure of Peter's mouth. He wasn't quite on edge yet, but he was clearly rapidly approaching the brink.
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Once things were back to normal, and they were once against on the ship, they were going to need to have a proper talk. There was going to be a big chance of Peter being more than a little embarrassed about his lack of control. They would cross that bridge once they get to it, right now Peter's only concern was if they would run out of lube before the night was over.
His next moan shifted into a whine as Thor’s fingers played with his hair and squeezed his nape, the cock pressing deeper into his mouth with that roll of his hips. Eyelids fluttering, he bobbed his head faster, matching the rhythm of the god's thrust and greedily taking more and more of his cock to get him to lose it. A mix of drool and pre-cum leaked down Peter's chin, but he paid it no mind, now pressing his index against Thor perineum, massaging it in time with the roll of his hips. His other hand squeezed the man's ass against to invite him to speed up with every thrust, and his tongue pressed against the hardness inside his mouth, his throat tensing up in anticipation.
Let go, gorgeous.
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His voice was the same low-pleased rumble that it had been as he said: "Soon." And then, "Swallow." Between the pressure of Peter's finger against his skin, the warm-wet press of his tongue against his shaft, and the twitch of his throat against the head of his cock, he knew it would only be a matter of moments before another climax swept through him, and he knew himself well enough to know that he might not actually get the chance to warn Peter again before it did.
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They weren't sparking with electricity anymore, but the fingers at his nape shot small jolts of pleasure through his frame all the same. Peter's lips felt swollen and hot, and he groaned around the massive girth in his mouth, not even attempting to be contrary and pull away or solo down to tease Thor further. It was time. And gods he wanted it, so fucking much.
High cheeks heated up, he bobbed his head more earnest in response to the warning, high on adrenaline from the pleasure he could offer. Peter's only regret was not being able to tell Thor how good he tasted and how attractive his voice sounded when he was close. The hand between Thor's tight pressed up further, knuckle massaging the tender spot. The only reason why he didn't finger Thor properly, it's that the lube ended lost among their sheets, and he had no idea where it was. Another activity to try later if he was willing.
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The orgasm that rolled over him, swept through him, was enough to leave his thighs shaking, just a little, though that might also have been from the effort in not bucking any harder or arching any further than he already had, still not wanting to cause Peter any damage or even any undue discomfort in his wholly blissed-out state.
He relaxed in stages, breathing still slow and heavy as he did so, the pressure of his hand let up first, sweeping heavy fingers through Peter's hair even as his core and thighs relaxed as well, letting himself drop back to the mattress with a groan.
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He hummed and let it slip between his lips before before oversensitivity turned things uncomfortable for his lover. The Guardian was breathing heavily when he was done, both from the effort and from the fact that his own cock was straining between his legs. He looked up to meet Thor's eyes and hold his gaze for a few seconds, a small but deeply pleased smile playing on Peter's wet lips before he leaned forward and rested his temple on the man's thigh. He closed his eyes and let out a soft, long sigh.
"Hmm...not bad." Understatement of the year. Peter tried to hide his smile and failed.
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Once Peter was actually where he could reach, his hand settled against the other man's nape, leaning up and licking a broad stripe up over his chin, dipping into his mouth a moment later in what could only loosely be described as a kiss, though it didn't last long and his smile tilted back into place as he drew away, one brow lifting, "Better?"
It was only partway to being an actual question, more or less just a pleased rumble that he'd managed to turn into a word partway through.
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As short as it had been, Peter enjoyed the kiss, feeling the warmth of Thor's mouth linger in his lips even as it ended. From there, it wasn't difficult to move down to rest against his lover's side, fingers playfully tapping the God's chest.
"Shouldn't I be making you that question?" Peter said with a smile, noticing that Thor was making sounds more akin to a large cat than a person. His own voice was rough after what they had done. It was all worth it. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you enjoyed that."
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There was amusement in his tone, the statement not meant as an insult to prior partners or any kind of chiding to Peter, who had done amazingly, in his very biased opinion.
His fingers trailed down to Peter's hip and along his thigh, not meant as a tease, but more of a question, just to see what the reaction was, even as he said, "Though it seems you're in need of some assistance again yourself." He needed a few minutes to recover himself, but that didn't mean Peter had to wait if he didn't want to.
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"People call you a god, but you're actually the devil." Lifting his head, so Peter could meet Thor's eyes again, he smiled. "Tempting. OH, so tempting. But I can wait until you're ready. I've got plans for us."
Plans that involved fulfilling that early promise to Thor about switching places. And yes, Peter's had a pretty difficult to ignore hard-on, but he was sure that he could handle it...if Thor's hands didn't wander too much. He was only human, after all.
"Maybe we could take a hot shower or a bath first? Sexy and wet, what's not to like?"
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He wasn't particularly uncomfortable yet, truthfully it took a lot to get him there, but as far as he was concerned, giving them both a refresher was for the best.
Of course, he didn't make any move to get up just yet, fingers still trailing idle loops along Peter's thigh, not moving inward at all and apparently just enjoying the feel of skin and muscle under his fingers.
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"I'm sure I'll be able to deal with that. I can handle you, don't I?" Peter ran his hand calmly up and down Thor's side and the curve of his chest. He knew now that the man was not ticklish, but that they both liked to cuddle. The giant bath waiting for them can wait five minutes more.
He let out a calm, long sigh, quietly enjoying the warmth of Thor's fingers over his skin. They can afford the closeness and the silence in ways they can't have when they're with the rest of the guardians, int eh ship, and peter wonders why they didn't give it a chance sooner.
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Not that either of them had been on that level early on, truthfully he wasn't entirely sure how they'd managed it now, comfortable and quiet, and comfortable with the quiet, which was what really surprised him.
He did, finally, pat at Peter's hip, the same kind of friendly, full-handed thump usually used on dogs or other companion animals, "Alright, up. Shower is waiting."
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"We really wasted a lot of time." It came out more honest and less flirty than Peter intended but once it was said, he didn't even consider taking it back. They weren't ready for this at first, then it seemed like no one wanted to take the next step out of worry about ruining the companionship that they had managed to build. Now...now it was very nice. Comfortable with the quiet, indeed.
"Hmm....yes, okay." He moved off of Thor and stood up, shuddering a little at the lack of warm skin against his own. After offering Thor a hand to help him up, Peter led him to the bathroom and tried not to trip in the process.
They were both tall and pretty big, so getting into the bathtub together once it was filled with water was going to be a little challenge. Peter, oblivious to the fact they probably contained more aphrodisiacs, added some salt baths to the water, and it started to smell wonderfully in a matter of minutes. He stared at it for a moment, fingers dipping in the water to check the temperature, and then smiled up at Thor.
"Do you want to get in first, or should I?"
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His smile emerged a moment later, along with a low laugh, shaking his head, "I think we ought to have gotten in before it was done filling, though then we might not have managed to get out again later." Another little head shake, offering Peter a hand, "You first, I'll settle where there's room." Whether that was behind him or across from him remained to be seen, but he would make sure they were both comfortable, which was the important part.
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After Thor's laugh, Peter stared at him, then at the filled tub and gave a casual, and totally unapologetic; "Oops."
Given the kind of planet they were in, he wouldn't be surprised if the staff were more than used to cleaning all sorts of liquids from all kinds of surfaces. Some water on the bathroom floor would be nothing in comparison.
"We will keep that in mind for the next time. I'll be a thigh fit, but that's part of the fun."
He took Thor's hand, rather charmed by the simple gesture, and gave it a squeeze before he got into the bathtub. There was no stopping the hum Peter let out when his skin got in contact with the water, hot but not scalding, clean, and pleasant. After considering their options, he decided that he rather wanted to use Thor's chest as a pillow, so he bent his knees and scooted forwards, so the god could settle himself behind him
"Get in here before I change my mind, and I decide to keep the bath all too myself. It feels really nice."
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It was, indeed, a close fit, but it was comfortable enough, especially with the heat of the water. He settled back, one arm resting along the edge of the tub and the other draping over Peter's shoulder, drawing him back just enough to maintain almost full-body contact between them, "There we are." His voice had dipped again, that simple statement was almost some kind of praise, he couldn't help it, really.
He still couldn't quite place what the smell of the bath salts reminded him of, but decided not to dwell on it so much, instead just letting it waft over him the same way the heat of the water was sinking into his skin, relaxing him in a long slow sweep.
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"Do you think we should install more bathtubs in the Benatar? We all have showers. We're clearly missing out. Imagine the things we could do."
Of course, there was no need to imagine here, just things to try out. Peter slid one of his hands over the curve of Thor's leg at his side for no other reason than he could, and he wanted to. He also leaned his head back, resting on Thor's shoulder, and turned it slightly to look up at him.
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He shook his head then, the barest edge of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "And imagine how much worse the fights would be if there wasn't one in everyone's quarters." Which considering that they already used the same showers, and things had -occasionally- nearly come to blows, he didn't think the prospect of an actual bath would make that any better.