spacedisaster | Open Rp post | TFLN Overflown (old)

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.

That sound was filthy in the best of ways and the sudden loss of that involving heat around his cock made Peter whimper lowly. He tugged at Thor's hair firmly and then ran his fingers through the locks to ease the sting, humming in pleasure at the kiss to his inner thigh. He could get used to this mix of debauching and sweet, it's a good one.

Thor's show of strength holding him up, rather than bother him today, makes Peter's chest swell with a renewed appreciation for the God's talents. He cleared his throat a little, trying to ignore the way his cock jumped at the listed options and actually gave them all a proper thought.

...for about five seconds.

"Why not everything? The night is long and none of us will be satisfied with just one dance." They both have enough stamina and Peter knows he wants to have Thor in all the possible ways and give him anything he might wish for as well. "And since I'm already on my back..."

Peter held his gaze for some long seconds, then looked around, reached out for the welcome basket, and fished the lube out of it. Rather than offering it to Thor immediately, he twirled the small flask between his fingers, slowly, and smiles innocently at him. "Since we're discussing options. Do you want to get me ready yourself or should I put on a show?"

There was another broad, open grin at the question, sitting back on his heels, gently lowering Peter down to the bed once more, running both hands down his thighs in an easy, solid sweep even as he answered: "If an audience won't put you off, then yes, I think I would enjoy the show."

Granted, given how possessive he already felt about the other man -something he wasn't examining too closely just yet- it was possible that he'd end up taking over partway through as it was, but he was reasonably sure he could keep his hands to himself until Peter was actually ready. Especially with the prospect of 'everything' being lined up for the evening.

He had wondered, now and again, briefly, just how Peter's usual energy levels and apparent stamina would carry over to the bedroom, but it was always one of those thoughts he brushed away before it could really settle into his mind. It seemed that he was going to find out tonight.

As much as it sent shivers down his spine, Peter couldn't look away from Thor's eyes. This was good because Thor's mouth was trouble, the smile on the side of sinful, and Peter could never resist it. How and when did he fall so strongly and so deep he didn't dare to think about on a normal day, but tonight it all felt easier, it felt right.

A pleased sigh went past his lips once he was gently lowered to the bed and strong hands massaged his legs, almost distracting him from the plan. Almost. "Not at all, I like this kind of audience."

Thor was welcome to interrupt him if he wanted. Until that happened, Peter would get to work because he was going to need properly prepared. It had been a while since he's been with another man, years, actually, and Thor wasn't small. Uncapping the flask, Peter poured a generous amount of lube in his fingers and spread his legs, then pauses, reconsidering his position. Perhaps it was not the best to do this but the right one to give Thor a view, and he found himself wanting to make it good for the other man.

Hm...hold my leg up? Peter said casually, fingers trailing down his lower belly slowly as he raised his left leg and pressed the sole of the foot against Thor's shoulder. If the god wanted to touch, he could wrap his hand around Peter's ankle and make sure that no matter what happens, he wasn't going to close his legs or move away.

The guardian made a show of sliding his hand further down his body, arching his back off the bed to expose himself further, and brush the pad of his finger against his entrance.

He chuckled warmly once more at the question, but lifted his right hand to run his fingertips along the outside of Peter's calf, one slow, even down and back movement, fingers catching at his ankle and drawing it up onto his shoulder a moment later, finding that it fit well and easily into the curve of muscle, just turning his head to press a brief, fleeting kiss to the knob of Peter's anklebone and letting himself settle in to watch.

There was a warm, pleased hum as Peter finally touched himself, and it was once Peter's fingers finally slipped inside that Thor ran his hand along the other man's leg once more, touch light, gentle, and taking only a moment to sync the stroke of his fingers against Peter's skin with the movement of Peter's own hand. Mostly he was curious to see if Peter would realize it, or if he was fully focused on his task.

Either way, Thor wasn't complaining, nor was he uninterested if the hawk-like focus in his expression and the way his cock twitched heavily upward again were any indication.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Smartass." The blond added with amusement coloring the word, before his brain forgot how to form coherent words.

He was ready, and he wanted this like he never wanted anything but gods, Thor felt so big and hot inside him that it made him whimper. His hand reached up to hold onto the man's shoulders, nails digging into the skin lest Thor got the wrong idea about the sounds he was making and stopped or tried to move away. Peter wasn't in pain, or not much, he only needed a second to handle the girth inside him.

"Fuckfuckyesdamnit..." Peter whimpered again, shaking under Thor’s heated gaze and his body, completely at his mercy. He wanted to hear more growls coming from him, more sounds of pleasure and loss of control. It was so dirty hot. It took a moment for Peter to realize had closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation, and he opened them to lock into Thor mismatched ones, his free hand cradling the God's cheek.

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