Thor definitely ran warmer than most humans did, but even despite that he was feeling flushed himself, which if he'd given himself time to think about he would have concluded wasn't normal.
But he wasn't giving himself time to think about it, and nor was Peter, first with that strangely gentle kiss to his cheek and then with the sucking pressure at his throat, one that drew another warm laugh from Thor even as he let his hand slide upwards from Peter's thigh, bunching the man's shirt up as he went, pleased as anything by the slide of warm -maybe too warm- skin under his fingers.
He angled his chin up a little to give Peter a bit more space to work, just making another soft sound in his throat, curious and pleased at once. He did finally shift his weight back a little, his other hand dipping to catch at the hem of Peter's shirt on the other side, giving a tug, and while he'd meant to actually request that he remove the garment, all that came out was a thick: "Off."
Even there, in a private hotel, the pheromones ever-present in the atmosphere impregnated the air while the occupants were blessedly ignorant of that fact. Had Peter know that those would bring to the surface his deepest wants, he would have refused to set foot on the planet. It was too late for that and his mind was now laser-focused on the sounds he could get out of Thor.
The wandering hands over his thighs and stomach made Peter hum, lips still on Thor's neck and trailing up. His teeth latched onto a really sexy looking earlobe and sucked, pulling at it lightly. Then the god was stepping back, talking, and Peter moaned at that request, the authoritative tone getting to him before he could catch himself and think about what he was doing. The realization came to him a moment later, and he frowned, cheeks burning up with embarrassment and more than a little dose of excitement.
"Don't tell me what to do, you're not the boss of me." He snapped back...while raising his arms and pulling his shirt up, regardless. The tone of voice didn't fully mask how Peter might enjoy it if Thor were bossier. He just wasn't going to make it easier for the god, no matter how hard that gruff tone made him. His shirt, apparently also decided not to make it easier for Peter because, while he got it over his head without issue, it got tangled in his arms, trapping his wrists for a moment.
It was a moment that Thor didn't even have to contemplate before taking advantage of, pressing forward again and catching that tangle of fabric -and one of Peter's wrists in the process- just using that to lift both of Peter's arms up over his head as Thor pressed him back against the wall once more, thigh slotting easily between Peter's, tensing against him to give him something to rub against, given just how obvious his arousal was a the moment.
Thor's was slower to build, he was most definitely interested, but at the moment he wasn't even half hard yet.
"No." He agreed to Peter's previous statement about not being the boss of him, flashing a grin as soon as he'd said so, "But I think you might like it if I were." Apparently even just those few moments of Peter attempting -and failing- to get out of his shirt had been enough for Thor to regain at least some of his senses. Enough to be able to form complete sentences again, at any rate.
Peter let out a small, surprised yelp but didn't fight Thor or tried to free his wrists just yet. It would have been a lost battle and besides, the muscular thigh now adding pressure between his legs was too much of a distraction. It made him drawn in a shaky breath and then immediately glare at Thor to try and keep some of his dignity intact. Another lost battle, really.
Thor's agreement catched him by surprise but the grin that followed that 'no' made Peter immediately suspicious, eyes narrowing and lips pursing. Rocket would have called that a pout, but Peter would deny it until the day he died. He wanted to complain, to snap back at Thor and deny that accusation, but he just...couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. As embarrassing as it would be to admit that maybe he would enjoy a bossy Thor a tiny little, the idea also had its appeal. The itch beneath his skin that had been making itself more and more obvious the longer they stayed together was now turning unbearable.
"You sound very sure of that." And he was right but Peter was still trying to not give him the satisfaction. His complaint hadn't denied Thor's statement, though, and Peter was vaguely aware that he already lost the argument when his cock gave a twitch after the god pressed his thigh against the sensitive area. Ah, to hell with it. If they were throwing challenges... "Maybe you should put that theory to test."
He hummed at that challenge of a suggestion, thoughtful once more, though there was definite amusement sparking in his eyes and tugging at the corners of his mouth. He just nodded once, thigh tensing once more at the heavy, obvious twitch of Peter's cock, even still trapped by his pants as it was.
There was nowhere to catch the tangled shirt on, nowhere to keep it caught, but Thor's fingers curled around Peter's wrist again, pressing it back against the wall above his head, voice having dipped to a low rumble once more, "Stay." That said he leaned back a little himself, keeping his thigh right where it was, so that he could peel out of his own shirt, sighing in apparent relief once the garment was off and he didn't feel quite so overheated. Still warm, yes, but without the fabric there to keep the heat trapped against his skin.
Green eyes narrowed a little at that hum, and Peter felt his face grow hot. He wanted to wipe that look of confidence from Thor's face and the grin from his lips. Preferably using his own mouth to kiss the god all over.
He flexed his wrists, shifting where Thor's fingers pressed down on him, but didn't lower his arms when the hands went away. The guardian's overwhelmed brain couldn't tell if it was frustrating or really fucking hot that all Thor had to do was order him around in just the right tone of voice for him to comply His cock had no such worries, apparently happy with the situation and the warmth of Thor's thigh pushed against it.
Rather than talking and make a bigger fool of himself, Peter's opted to silently stare at the view in front of him, darkened eyes roaming over Thor's chest now that shirt wasn't in the way. A small, whimpering moan resonated around the room and it took Peter a second to realize it had come from him. Oh, for fucks' sake, self It took all of Peter's willpower not to lower his arms just to cover his face but he clearly wanted to hide somewhere. Thor might want to grab him again to stop him from doing that.
He was content enough to let Peter look, though that whimper of a moan made him chuckle again, as did the flush that followed, and he couldn't help but smile outright as he pressed himself close again.
One hand settled between them to work Peter's pants open while the other slid up his arm, kneading at bunching muscles as he went, slow and deliberate and finally giving his wrist a tug, dropping the loop of Peter's arms over Thor's head so that the tangle of shirt would hold them there against the back of his neck, at least for a time. Which was when he dipped, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Peter's throat as he used one hand to slide the other man's pants down with one deft movement and a low murmur of: "Step out."
The reason for the order, as well as the placement of Peter's arms, was made clear a moment later when he revealed that he had the leverage to actually lift Peter up when he straightened, the hand that had worked his pants open sliding over his thigh and around to the curve of his ass to actually hold him up, trusting that Peter would get his legs around Thor's waist on his own.
The laugh earned Thor a glare and Peter had all the intention to push the god away from him but when he arched his back to have some leverage Thor's hand had already got to the front of his pants and that completely sidetracked him. The god's other hand squeezing his biceps a yanking at his wrist to make him lower his arms had the intended effect. Peter found himself mesmerized and staring into intense mismatched eyes, making no move to free himself, forearms resting on Thor's shoulders.
The kiss was sweet, and it made Peter hum in appreciation, while the order Thor gave next was met with quiet, quick acceptance. His arms tensed around Thor's neck and Peter let out a surprised yelp when his feet stopped touching the ground. Strong legs immediately wrapped around the god's body, squeezing lightly, the new postion leaving Peter exposed in a way he rather enjoyed.
"Now you're just showing off." Peter snickered because he still had to be a little shit and tease Thor's very much back in shape body. It was a brief moment of clarity that it might not last but that was enough to make him give Thor a playful look, very different from his previous frown.
"But fuck, it's hot." Arching up and pressing their chest flush, Peter pressed a hungry kiss to Thor's mouth. His mobility was limited, but he wanted to make the other man feel good, and kisses were always a good option.
He just hummed in agreement to that first half-breathless statement, smiling again, he couldn't help it, really, not when it was obvious that Peter was teasing as well.
Of course, the admittance that followed immediately thereafter just had Thor smiling further, because that was obvious, too, but the fact that Peter was admitting it was actually a surprise, though not one he had much time to ponder as Peter pressed himself close once more and all Thor could do was reply to that kiss in kind, deep and hungry.
Once he was sure Peter's grip was secure, he shifted his own weight backwards just a little, to make sure he could maintain his balance with the other man still wrapped around him. Certainly they'd intended on taking a shower first, or a bath, he couldn't rightly remember, but it wasn't like they couldn't have one later, whichever it was, and he found that he desperately wanted to see Peter sprawled out on the bed.
Damn, but Thor had a lovely smile. I was much easier to appreciate today, here, even if Peter had seen it before while they were all traveling together. Everything about Thor was much easier to appreciate today, from his strength to how nice looking his hair looked. Peter wanted to sink his finger on it again and yank it, preferably while Thor nailed him to the mattress. But he couldn't move his hands for the moment, it was something that will have to wait and the thought alone made Peter bite his bottom lip and groan.
Thor moving caused Peter to squeeze him with his thighs, to hold onto him and make sure he wasn't dropped. The shower could wait, they were going to need it more later. His hold loosened when he was lowered on the bed and Peter uncurled his legs from the Norse God to plant his feet on the mattress and arched his hips up, grinding against Thor. The fact that the other man wasn't yet fully hard stung his pride a little, and he wanted to do something about it.
"You're still wearing too many clothes. Fix that."
Thor laughed again, a low, rolling chuckle like a thunderstorm in the distance, but he did duck himself out of the loop of Peter's arms, finally disentangling the shirt wrapped around them to get the other man's hands free, "Was that an order, captain?"
The question was just as low and rolling as the chuckle had been, as if he had realized that it was the timbre of his voice as much as the actual orders that Peter had been responding so favorably to. He had also arched a brow, just slightly, not a challenge as much as just an amused quirk, thumb hooking in the waist of his pants as he did so.
When the other man laughed like that, it was almost as if Peter could feel it on his bones. It brought another smile to his lips, and then he stretched on the bed once his wrists were free, like a cat who owned the place. He could show off his body a little too. Thor was more muscled but despite Rocket's contact mockery, Peter wasn't so terrible to look at, in his opinion. Strong thighs ready to keep Thor's ears warm if he gets cold, for a starter.
After Thor's question, an overwhelming heat flooded through his body, face heating up as he held eye contact.
"It was a strongly worded suggestion." Peter grinned, taking in the view, but he had sounded a touch breathless. Yep, the timbre pretty much did it for him.
His eyes followed Thor's fingers and after the pause, it dawned on him that the god might be waiting for something. Under normal circumstances, Peter might have rolled his eyes but tonight he just fidgeted and spread his legs a little, impatient. In the end, he yielded. "Please."
He hadn't actually been waiting for a 'please', he'd simply gotten distracted by the way Peter stretched, even if it hadn't been entirely about putting himself on display, it certainly achieved that, and it was enough to hold his attention to the point of distraction.
Which really should have been his first indication that something more was going on here. But he still hadn't fully caught on to that.
He flashed a smile at that final 'please', the tone -along with the way Peter's hips shifted- enough to snap him out of the reverie he'd fallen into and he made quick work of the garment in question. Of course, as soon as he straightened again from pushing the pants off, his cock bobbed upwards, still not fully hard, but definitely closer than he had been. He wasn't huge, but he was proportionate and it was anyone's guess how he actually kept it hidden.
Count on Peter to make the wrong assumptions then. Even high up on pheromones and horny as a bitch in heat, part of him still thinks about their usual competitiveness and how someone often has to give in. It's usually him, but it wasn't exactly a chore in this case. He would be pleased to realize that Thor had been distracting simply by how he looked. Despite Peter boasting and how often he argued against Rocket's jabs about his body, his self-esteem wasn't the best.
Even in the dim light of the room, it shouldn't be difficult for Thor to see how Peter's eyes widened a little with feral lust after the man undresses.
"Fuck." It wasn't the most eloquent reply, but it sure conveyed sentiment.
Moving to kneel on the bed, Peter reached for Thor's shoulders and pulled him close, his nose in the god's jaw, inhaling. He ran his tongue down along the cords in his neck to the curve of his shoulder and clamped down, sucking, nipping, and kissing. His left hand ran down Thor's chest and the right moved even lower to palm at his cock, hand sliding from root to tip. Peter wrapped expert fingers around the hardness and gave it a squeeze, head tilting back to check Thor's reaction and to demand a kiss.
Thor leaned in easily, one knee braced on the edge of the bed, one hand braced against the mattress beside Peter's hip, not touching, but close enough that the other man would be able to feel the heat of his skin.
He made a pleased sound in his throat at the first pass of Peter's mouth along his neck, the slide of his hand. That slow stroke was enough to have his eyes dipping halfway closed, though his smile tilted into place again at that expectant expression.
The hand he wasn't using to support himself lifted, fingers curling beneath Peter's chin, the pad of his thumb drawing slowly along the curve of his lower lip before Thor's head finally dipped to claim a kiss, still very nearly purring as he did so.
Leaning back slightly as Thor moved over him, Peter smiled. The god was an imposing presence but one that was very welcome. He had also more patience that the Guardian first would have given him credit for, Peter knew he wouldn't manage to be this controlled with someone's hand around his cock.
Thor was sweet, something that Peter had never gotten enough of in the past, and it was nice. But, giving his agitated state, he needed something more than sweet and nice. He pressed back into the kiss, hard, tongue plunging into Thor's mouth with a desperation Peter had felt only a handful of times in the past.
He broke the kiss with a nip to Thor's tongue, followed by a sucking bite into his chin and giving him a slow squeeze. The kiss seemed to have calmed him a little and Peter hummed against his skin.
It was only because he had literal eons of experience that he was able to keep control even with Peter's hand on his cock, though that slow squeeze was enough to have his eyes fluttering again and his cock filling, almost as if it were trying to press upwards into Peter's hand.
Where the kiss had calmed Peter, it seemed to have lit something in Thor, his hold of the other man's chin tightening briefly, not letting him pull away from the kiss completely and just delving into it again himself with another low rumble of sound in the back of his throat.
It was still careful, because he knew his own strength, but it wasn't gentle as it had been before, the resumed kiss easily matched Peter's hunger from before, the sweep and press of Thor's tongue into his mouth just as controlled as everything else about him at the moment, though no less demanding because of that control, no less hungry.
[ That self-control was admirable but also somewhat frustrating for Peter. He wanted to see Thor come undone under him. Or on top of him, he really wasn't picky as long as it started happening soon. Lucky for him that was what happened after the kiss, the God of Thunder finally growing more possessive, making Peter whimper into the kiss, groan against his lips.
Peter was nowhere as strong as Thor, he could admit it (although not easily and not without being coaxed into it) but he also wasn't fragile and could take some roughing up. He enjoyed it greatly, in fact, if the way his cock hardened was any indication. He wanted to suggest that perhaps they should check what was in that welcome basket, the oils and lube could come in handy, but instead, he let himself get lost in the kiss. It was messy and wet and needy. ]
Thor couldn't help but chuckle at the way Peter's cock pressed against his hip, managing to hold onto that growl, roiling under the words when he spoke, "You like that, do you?"
He didn't wait for an answer, head dipping to mouth his way along the side of Peter's neck, keeping his hold of the man's chin to keep it up and out of the way. He very nearly purred when he found the pulse point thumping away at the base of Peter's throat. He set his teeth against skin, not biting fully but still holding on as he sucked firmly, feeling the skin there heat with a bruise against his tongue.
He released his hold of Peter's chin and then the suction at his throat, breathing slowly against the spot for a moment before lifting his head, regarding Peter for a moment, running a fingertip up the side of the other man's cock, voice still a low rumble as he said, "I want to taste you." There was a request in there somewhere, or a statement of intent, but actually pulling words together was becoming more difficult.
Peter gave a little shudder of pleasure, pushing against Thor's fingers before going still after the growled question. Was it really worth lying? no. But it also wasn't truly necessary to answer. The way his body reacted to every touch and order was enough of a show, and teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of his neck tore another broken whimper from his lips.
The hand that wasn't around Thor's cock gripped at his shoulders, clawing at the skin as Peter's back arched off the bed, body aching for everything God had to offer. Peter was well aware that no matter how much force he accidentally used, it wouldn't be enough to leave a scratch on Thor, so he held onto him for dear life, squirming and gasping. His own skin wasn't so tough, and there would surely be some dark marks on his neck tomorrow morning, reminding him of this night for days to come. Peter quite liked that idea.
Head tilting, he met Thor's gaze with half-lidded eyes and a small smile on his lips. Now that they had paused a moment, because Thor was gentlemanly enough to ask for things he probably already knew Peter would give without a second thought, Peter was no longer clutching at the man's shoulders with such desperation.
"I'm not stopping you." His hand went to Thor's hair instead, fingers running through the long, gold hair, and Peter regarded him with a far too loving expression on his face. He couldn't help it. "Take anything you want."
He flashed a smile at that response, warm and open and undeniably hungry. He actually had to consider for a moment how he wanted to proceed. Because while his initial thought had been to catch hold of Peter's hips once more, simply lifting him to where Thor could reach, Peter had a hand in his hair now and Thor couldn't deny the fact that he liked that and didn't want to disrupt it.
So after a slightly-too-long moment he split the difference, curling himself forward far enough that Peter didn't have to stretch quite so far to keep his hands in Thor's hair, though at the same time he clasped Peter's hips, lifting them far enough that peter's legs could wrap around Thor's ribs instead of his waist.
He laved a broad swipe of his tongue along the underside of Peter's cock, taking a moment before simply swallowing him down with another low growl, lips sealed at the root, tongue cupping the shaft and throat constricting once, then twice against the tip as Thor swallowed.
Peter used to be an incurable flirt but that only barely hid the fact that he was a sickening romantic at heart like his mother had been. In the heat of passion, when dirty words and dirty action were exchanged and enjoyed, he still couldn't help himself, not when he really liked the other person. And as much as Peter tried to hide it, he's grown more than a little fond of Thor. And a whole lot more appreciative of his mouth and the way his deep voice got even deeper when he was aroused.
He did notice that Thor enjoyed hands touching his hair, as long as they were not trying to cut it or damage it, and lifted himself up slightly, so he could reach down properly. He allowed the other man to maneuver him, adjusting his legs as prompted. Rocket often mocked his weight, but Thor handled him as if he weighed nothing. Gamora was also able to do that, and it was something that always made Peter feel better about himself and grateful for his lovers' strength. They were both trying their best to find the right position that worked for them both but the moment the god's tongue run up his cock, peter almost lost all focus.
“Fuck,” Peter wheezed because Thor just swallowed him down as if it took no effort, and it was so damn hot. He grabbed at the man’s head, not to direct him but to tugs at the hair the way Thor enjoyed and started to make small moans and gasps.
There was another rumble of amusement at that curse, the way Peter's hands spasmed in his hair, the sound somewhere between a chuckle and a purr and something Thor knew from experience was one that Peter would be able to feel as well as hear.
Instead of lifting his head, Thor instead relaxed his hold of Peter's hips, lowering him a little before lifting him again, encouraging the movement, though his tongue stayed curled against the underside of Peter's cock the entire time, as if to gauge just where he was, not that Thor was likely to choke unless Peter reached climax unexpectedly.
After a second repeat of that same movement, he shifted his grasp, one hand sliding around to the small of Peter's back while the other slid up his side and across his chest, fingers finding a nipple a moment later, just rolling it between thumb and forefinger, eyes flicking up to Peter's face as he took the other man down completely again, swallowing reflexively once more.
Any other day, Thor being amused at his expense might have brought up Peter's irritation, real or not, but tonight was not just another day. Not with the pheromones in the air, allowing them to free themselves of doubts and everything between them that made them hold back. Not with Thor's lips wrapped around him and purring, gods, the purring... it left Peter with a jaw slack as he panted, arching his back and murmuring words of praise, fingers buried on the golden locks.
Thor was very flexible for someone with so many muscles, Peter was a bit jealous. Okay, maybe a lot, but he was no slouch and as soon as he got his bearings he planned on showering the god with attention too. After a second, Peter understood what Thor was doing and threws his head back as he moaned in delight, rolling his hips. No matter how skilled his partner was at this, Peter wasn't going to be an asshole however, and push too much too fast. He could, however, fuck Thor's mouth deep and steady, showing how well he could roll his hips when the occasion called for it.
He slid a hand over the broad shoulders and down the length of Thor's arm, but then the god's fingers found their way up to his chest, and Peter gave a harsher thrust as he jolted, mewling loudly. He sucked in a deep breath, the view of his cock spearing into Thor's hot mouth and the touches to his nipples were making his head spin. Peter wasn't worried about coming too soon, but Thor sure made it a challenge to hold back.
"That feels so good, but ah, T--Thor..." His was voice hoarse and his hand was now gripping the hair more tightly. He gave a couple of tugs to get the other man's full attention. "Ey...You want to fuck?”
Peter asked, breathlessly, all slurred vowels and broken consonants then bit his bottom lip as if he was self-conscious about the suggestion. Making out and touching each other all over was one thing, but he wanted more, needed more. Even if it was only for a night. He didn't know if Thor wanted the same.
With that question and with Peter's hands still buried in his hair, Thor drew himself off of the other man's cock, free hand still supporting the small of his back, keeping Peter stable even as Thor drew back.
The suction against Peter's cock, while it had gentled some, definitely still made a frankly obscene noise when it released, a wet little pop followed by a kiss to the inside of Peter's thigh, his voice still that low rumble when he answered: "I thought you'd never ask." Which was probably a good indication that he'd thought about this himself, likely more than once, "Would you prefer I have you just like this? Or would you prefer to ride?"
A pause and a thoughtful sound, fingers pressing against the small of Peter's back again as he offered: "Or would you prefer to have me instead?" His voice was still the low, rough-edged thing it had been before, no lack of desire threaded through his tone.
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But he wasn't giving himself time to think about it, and nor was Peter, first with that strangely gentle kiss to his cheek and then with the sucking pressure at his throat, one that drew another warm laugh from Thor even as he let his hand slide upwards from Peter's thigh, bunching the man's shirt up as he went, pleased as anything by the slide of warm -maybe too warm- skin under his fingers.
He angled his chin up a little to give Peter a bit more space to work, just making another soft sound in his throat, curious and pleased at once. He did finally shift his weight back a little, his other hand dipping to catch at the hem of Peter's shirt on the other side, giving a tug, and while he'd meant to actually request that he remove the garment, all that came out was a thick: "Off."
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The wandering hands over his thighs and stomach made Peter hum, lips still on Thor's neck and trailing up. His teeth latched onto a really sexy looking earlobe and sucked, pulling at it lightly. Then the god was stepping back, talking, and Peter moaned at that request, the authoritative tone getting to him before he could catch himself and think about what he was doing. The realization came to him a moment later, and he frowned, cheeks burning up with embarrassment and more than a little dose of excitement.
"Don't tell me what to do, you're not the boss of me." He snapped back...while raising his arms and pulling his shirt up, regardless. The tone of voice didn't fully mask how Peter might enjoy it if Thor were bossier. He just wasn't going to make it easier for the god, no matter how hard that gruff tone made him. His shirt, apparently also decided not to make it easier for Peter because, while he got it over his head without issue, it got tangled in his arms, trapping his wrists for a moment.
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Thor's was slower to build, he was most definitely interested, but at the moment he wasn't even half hard yet.
"No." He agreed to Peter's previous statement about not being the boss of him, flashing a grin as soon as he'd said so, "But I think you might like it if I were." Apparently even just those few moments of Peter attempting -and failing- to get out of his shirt had been enough for Thor to regain at least some of his senses. Enough to be able to form complete sentences again, at any rate.
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Thor's agreement catched him by surprise but the grin that followed that 'no' made Peter immediately suspicious, eyes narrowing and lips pursing. Rocket would have called that a pout, but Peter would deny it until the day he died. He wanted to complain, to snap back at Thor and deny that accusation, but he just...couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. As embarrassing as it would be to admit that maybe he would enjoy a bossy Thor a tiny little, the idea also had its appeal. The itch beneath his skin that had been making itself more and more obvious the longer they stayed together was now turning unbearable.
"You sound very sure of that." And he was right but Peter was still trying to not give him the satisfaction. His complaint hadn't denied Thor's statement, though, and Peter was vaguely aware that he already lost the argument when his cock gave a twitch after the god pressed his thigh against the sensitive area. Ah, to hell with it. If they were throwing challenges... "Maybe you should put that theory to test."
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There was nowhere to catch the tangled shirt on, nowhere to keep it caught, but Thor's fingers curled around Peter's wrist again, pressing it back against the wall above his head, voice having dipped to a low rumble once more, "Stay." That said he leaned back a little himself, keeping his thigh right where it was, so that he could peel out of his own shirt, sighing in apparent relief once the garment was off and he didn't feel quite so overheated. Still warm, yes, but without the fabric there to keep the heat trapped against his skin.
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He flexed his wrists, shifting where Thor's fingers pressed down on him, but didn't lower his arms when the hands went away. The guardian's overwhelmed brain couldn't tell if it was frustrating or really fucking hot that all Thor had to do was order him around in just the right tone of voice for him to comply His cock had no such worries, apparently happy with the situation and the warmth of Thor's thigh pushed against it.
Rather than talking and make a bigger fool of himself, Peter's opted to silently stare at the view in front of him, darkened eyes roaming over Thor's chest now that shirt wasn't in the way. A small, whimpering moan resonated around the room and it took Peter a second to realize it had come from him. Oh, for fucks' sake, self It took all of Peter's willpower not to lower his arms just to cover his face but he clearly wanted to hide somewhere. Thor might want to grab him again to stop him from doing that.
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One hand settled between them to work Peter's pants open while the other slid up his arm, kneading at bunching muscles as he went, slow and deliberate and finally giving his wrist a tug, dropping the loop of Peter's arms over Thor's head so that the tangle of shirt would hold them there against the back of his neck, at least for a time. Which was when he dipped, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Peter's throat as he used one hand to slide the other man's pants down with one deft movement and a low murmur of: "Step out."
The reason for the order, as well as the placement of Peter's arms, was made clear a moment later when he revealed that he had the leverage to actually lift Peter up when he straightened, the hand that had worked his pants open sliding over his thigh and around to the curve of his ass to actually hold him up, trusting that Peter would get his legs around Thor's waist on his own.
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The kiss was sweet, and it made Peter hum in appreciation, while the order Thor gave next was met with quiet, quick acceptance. His arms tensed around Thor's neck and Peter let out a surprised yelp when his feet stopped touching the ground. Strong legs immediately wrapped around the god's body, squeezing lightly, the new postion leaving Peter exposed in a way he rather enjoyed.
"Now you're just showing off." Peter snickered because he still had to be a little shit and tease Thor's very much back in shape body. It was a brief moment of clarity that it might not last but that was enough to make him give Thor a playful look, very different from his previous frown.
"But fuck, it's hot." Arching up and pressing their chest flush, Peter pressed a hungry kiss to Thor's mouth. His mobility was limited, but he wanted to make the other man feel good, and kisses were always a good option.
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Of course, the admittance that followed immediately thereafter just had Thor smiling further, because that was obvious, too, but the fact that Peter was admitting it was actually a surprise, though not one he had much time to ponder as Peter pressed himself close once more and all Thor could do was reply to that kiss in kind, deep and hungry.
Once he was sure Peter's grip was secure, he shifted his own weight backwards just a little, to make sure he could maintain his balance with the other man still wrapped around him. Certainly they'd intended on taking a shower first, or a bath, he couldn't rightly remember, but it wasn't like they couldn't have one later, whichever it was, and he found that he desperately wanted to see Peter sprawled out on the bed.
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Thor moving caused Peter to squeeze him with his thighs, to hold onto him and make sure he wasn't dropped. The shower could wait, they were going to need it more later. His hold loosened when he was lowered on the bed and Peter uncurled his legs from the Norse God to plant his feet on the mattress and arched his hips up, grinding against Thor. The fact that the other man wasn't yet fully hard stung his pride a little, and he wanted to do something about it.
"You're still wearing too many clothes. Fix that."
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The question was just as low and rolling as the chuckle had been, as if he had realized that it was the timbre of his voice as much as the actual orders that Peter had been responding so favorably to. He had also arched a brow, just slightly, not a challenge as much as just an amused quirk, thumb hooking in the waist of his pants as he did so.
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After Thor's question, an overwhelming heat flooded through his body, face heating up as he held eye contact.
"It was a strongly worded suggestion." Peter grinned, taking in the view, but he had sounded a touch breathless. Yep, the timbre pretty much did it for him.
His eyes followed Thor's fingers and after the pause, it dawned on him that the god might be waiting for something. Under normal circumstances, Peter might have rolled his eyes but tonight he just fidgeted and spread his legs a little, impatient. In the end, he yielded. "Please."
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Which really should have been his first indication that something more was going on here. But he still hadn't fully caught on to that.
He flashed a smile at that final 'please', the tone -along with the way Peter's hips shifted- enough to snap him out of the reverie he'd fallen into and he made quick work of the garment in question. Of course, as soon as he straightened again from pushing the pants off, his cock bobbed upwards, still not fully hard, but definitely closer than he had been. He wasn't huge, but he was proportionate and it was anyone's guess how he actually kept it hidden.
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Even in the dim light of the room, it shouldn't be difficult for Thor to see how Peter's eyes widened a little with feral lust after the man undresses.
"Fuck." It wasn't the most eloquent reply, but it sure conveyed sentiment.
Moving to kneel on the bed, Peter reached for Thor's shoulders and pulled him close, his nose in the god's jaw, inhaling. He ran his tongue down along the cords in his neck to the curve of his shoulder and clamped down, sucking, nipping, and kissing. His left hand ran down Thor's chest and the right moved even lower to palm at his cock, hand sliding from root to tip. Peter wrapped expert fingers around the hardness and gave it a squeeze, head tilting back to check Thor's reaction and to demand a kiss.
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He made a pleased sound in his throat at the first pass of Peter's mouth along his neck, the slide of his hand. That slow stroke was enough to have his eyes dipping halfway closed, though his smile tilted into place again at that expectant expression.
The hand he wasn't using to support himself lifted, fingers curling beneath Peter's chin, the pad of his thumb drawing slowly along the curve of his lower lip before Thor's head finally dipped to claim a kiss, still very nearly purring as he did so.
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Leaning back slightly as Thor moved over him, Peter smiled. The god was an imposing presence but one that was very welcome. He had also more patience that the Guardian first would have given him credit for, Peter knew he wouldn't manage to be this controlled with someone's hand around his cock.
Thor was sweet, something that Peter had never gotten enough of in the past, and it was nice. But, giving his agitated state, he needed something more than sweet and nice. He pressed back into the kiss, hard, tongue plunging into Thor's mouth with a desperation Peter had felt only a handful of times in the past.
He broke the kiss with a nip to Thor's tongue, followed by a sucking bite into his chin and giving him a slow squeeze. The kiss seemed to have calmed him a little and Peter hummed against his skin.
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Where the kiss had calmed Peter, it seemed to have lit something in Thor, his hold of the other man's chin tightening briefly, not letting him pull away from the kiss completely and just delving into it again himself with another low rumble of sound in the back of his throat.
It was still careful, because he knew his own strength, but it wasn't gentle as it had been before, the resumed kiss easily matched Peter's hunger from before, the sweep and press of Thor's tongue into his mouth just as controlled as everything else about him at the moment, though no less demanding because of that control, no less hungry.
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Peter was nowhere as strong as Thor, he could admit it (although not easily and not without being coaxed into it) but he also wasn't fragile and could take some roughing up. He enjoyed it greatly, in fact, if the way his cock hardened was any indication. He wanted to suggest that perhaps they should check what was in that welcome basket, the oils and lube could come in handy, but instead, he let himself get lost in the kiss. It was messy and wet and needy. ]
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He didn't wait for an answer, head dipping to mouth his way along the side of Peter's neck, keeping his hold of the man's chin to keep it up and out of the way. He very nearly purred when he found the pulse point thumping away at the base of Peter's throat. He set his teeth against skin, not biting fully but still holding on as he sucked firmly, feeling the skin there heat with a bruise against his tongue.
He released his hold of Peter's chin and then the suction at his throat, breathing slowly against the spot for a moment before lifting his head, regarding Peter for a moment, running a fingertip up the side of the other man's cock, voice still a low rumble as he said, "I want to taste you." There was a request in there somewhere, or a statement of intent, but actually pulling words together was becoming more difficult.
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The hand that wasn't around Thor's cock gripped at his shoulders, clawing at the skin as Peter's back arched off the bed, body aching for everything God had to offer. Peter was well aware that no matter how much force he accidentally used, it wouldn't be enough to leave a scratch on Thor, so he held onto him for dear life, squirming and gasping. His own skin wasn't so tough, and there would surely be some dark marks on his neck tomorrow morning, reminding him of this night for days to come. Peter quite liked that idea.
Head tilting, he met Thor's gaze with half-lidded eyes and a small smile on his lips. Now that they had paused a moment, because Thor was gentlemanly enough to ask for things he probably already knew Peter would give without a second thought, Peter was no longer clutching at the man's shoulders with such desperation.
"I'm not stopping you." His hand went to Thor's hair instead, fingers running through the long, gold hair, and Peter regarded him with a far too loving expression on his face. He couldn't help it. "Take anything you want."
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So after a slightly-too-long moment he split the difference, curling himself forward far enough that Peter didn't have to stretch quite so far to keep his hands in Thor's hair, though at the same time he clasped Peter's hips, lifting them far enough that peter's legs could wrap around Thor's ribs instead of his waist.
He laved a broad swipe of his tongue along the underside of Peter's cock, taking a moment before simply swallowing him down with another low growl, lips sealed at the root, tongue cupping the shaft and throat constricting once, then twice against the tip as Thor swallowed.
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He did notice that Thor enjoyed hands touching his hair, as long as they were not trying to cut it or damage it, and lifted himself up slightly, so he could reach down properly. He allowed the other man to maneuver him, adjusting his legs as prompted. Rocket often mocked his weight, but Thor handled him as if he weighed nothing. Gamora was also able to do that, and it was something that always made Peter feel better about himself and grateful for his lovers' strength. They were both trying their best to find the right position that worked for them both but the moment the god's tongue run up his cock, peter almost lost all focus.
“Fuck,” Peter wheezed because Thor just swallowed him down as if it took no effort, and it was so damn hot. He grabbed at the man’s head, not to direct him but to tugs at the hair the way Thor enjoyed and started to make small moans and gasps.
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Instead of lifting his head, Thor instead relaxed his hold of Peter's hips, lowering him a little before lifting him again, encouraging the movement, though his tongue stayed curled against the underside of Peter's cock the entire time, as if to gauge just where he was, not that Thor was likely to choke unless Peter reached climax unexpectedly.
After a second repeat of that same movement, he shifted his grasp, one hand sliding around to the small of Peter's back while the other slid up his side and across his chest, fingers finding a nipple a moment later, just rolling it between thumb and forefinger, eyes flicking up to Peter's face as he took the other man down completely again, swallowing reflexively once more.
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Thor was very flexible for someone with so many muscles, Peter was a bit jealous. Okay, maybe a lot, but he was no slouch and as soon as he got his bearings he planned on showering the god with attention too. After a second, Peter understood what Thor was doing and threws his head back as he moaned in delight, rolling his hips. No matter how skilled his partner was at this, Peter wasn't going to be an asshole however, and push too much too fast. He could, however, fuck Thor's mouth deep and steady, showing how well he could roll his hips when the occasion called for it.
He slid a hand over the broad shoulders and down the length of Thor's arm, but then the god's fingers found their way up to his chest, and Peter gave a harsher thrust as he jolted, mewling loudly. He sucked in a deep breath, the view of his cock spearing into Thor's hot mouth and the touches to his nipples were making his head spin. Peter wasn't worried about coming too soon, but Thor sure made it a challenge to hold back.
"That feels so good, but ah, T--Thor..." His was voice hoarse and his hand was now gripping the hair more tightly. He gave a couple of tugs to get the other man's full attention. "Ey...You want to fuck?”
Peter asked, breathlessly, all slurred vowels and broken consonants then bit his bottom lip as if he was self-conscious about the suggestion. Making out and touching each other all over was one thing, but he wanted more, needed more. Even if it was only for a night. He didn't know if Thor wanted the same.
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The suction against Peter's cock, while it had gentled some, definitely still made a frankly obscene noise when it released, a wet little pop followed by a kiss to the inside of Peter's thigh, his voice still that low rumble when he answered: "I thought you'd never ask." Which was probably a good indication that he'd thought about this himself, likely more than once, "Would you prefer I have you just like this? Or would you prefer to ride?"
A pause and a thoughtful sound, fingers pressing against the small of Peter's back again as he offered: "Or would you prefer to have me instead?" His voice was still the low, rough-edged thing it had been before, no lack of desire threaded through his tone.
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