spacedisaster | Open Rp post | TFLN Overflown (old)

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.

He hadn't thought the initial sound was pain, or if it were, it wasn't the kind that meant stop, which was part of why he continued to move as slowly as he did, because he knew that Peter would need time to adjust, even if it was just a few moments and even if he was doing so as Thor continued to press forward.

He chuckled at the jumbled curse, keeping still only as long as Peter's eyes were closed, when they opened again he grinned, hips giving a slow, solid swivel, just to make sure that Peter could feel exactly how full he was. The growl in his chest shifted, softening at the edges at the touch, turning his head to press a kiss to the center of Peter's palm even as he shrugged the leg at his shoulder off, settling it around his waist instead.

He wouldn't be able to get quite as deep, but the fuller range of movement -and not killing Peter's hamstrings in the long run- would be worth it.

No, no, it wasn't a sound asking for things to stop, and Peter was grateful that Thor could read him so well. Despite their differences and all the bickering, it was true that they got to know each other better all these months living together, their body language and preferences. Peter just never imagined that they would put that knowledge to more practical - and naked- things like amazing sex.

Wanting to sleep with Thor was a thought that had sneaked up on him on unguarded moments: after a successful mission, later at night when Peter was alone in his room, if he caught the god honestly smiling... And now here he was, almost breathless just from how completing it was to finally have Thor inside him. He lets out a small, almost surprised cry when the god bottomed out, but the kiss on his hand made something melt in his chest.

Peter couldn't tell if it was because of the planet pheromones helping his body relax or all their previous preparation, but Peter found himself easing into Thor's girth quickly. He hummed in approval when his leg was lowered, it made breathing easier, and he could dig the heel of his feet on the mattress for leverage and raise his hips, grinding against Thor.

That movement just caused the growl to ratchet right back up again, though it wasn't annoyance, no if the grin was any indication it was sheer pleasure and a solid desire, just giving another firm roll of his hips in response, rocking backward a little before riding forward again.

He still had one hand curled against Peter's hip, just to remind himself where Peter was as he drew back again about halfway, rocking forward firmly once more, finding himself curious to find out what Peter was going to do now that he had some leverage, though if that initial arch of his hips was any indication, they were likely to reach the end of Thor's patience and stamina before long.

Though even if they did, it wouldn't take him long to recover, enough time to determine what their second round was going to be, which was good enough.

Ah yes, they were going somewhere. Peter's own smile sharpened after hearing that rumble of a growl. The way Thor moved in response and how his cock dragged against Peter's inner walls sent a shudder up his spine. So fucking good already.

Peter has never a been quiet or still person ins his everyday life, and he wasn't about to start being like that in bed either. The muscles of his stomach tensed as he drove his hips up and down, slowly at first to fall into rhythm with Thor's own movements, then gaining more intent to meet him midway.

Hand reaching out, Peter slide it past the curve of Thor's neck, grabbed a handful of his hair, and gave it a pull while he tensed his body up on purpose, squeezing the cock breaching him. They could fuck all night, or that's what Peter hopped, and even if the first time didn't last long that wouldn't be a loss. Sometimes one was in the mood for fast and dirty and intense. And gods, could Thor be intense sometimes.

That grip of his hair -along with the way Peter's body tightened against him- caused the steady rhythm he'd built to falter, his hips juddering forward more firmly against Peter's once more, though it was also enough to draw a quiet, equally-rough-edged laugh from him, shaking his head just a little as he drew one knee up closer so he could settle into shorter, shallower thrusts, hips rolling easily against the other man's.

The hand at Peter's hip slid down his thigh before running back up again, settling at his ribs, just feeling the play of muscle and the steady rise and fall of breath beneath his hand. That was one of the things he liked most, knowing that he was responsible for the way someone's breathing changed, the way their pulse raced, it meant he was doing something right.

He liked the noises Thor made, the way his muscles tensed and his body moved. There were a lot of muscles, at that, even if Peter had adamantly refused to acknowledge them the first time they've met. No one needed so many muscles, alright, it was just not normal. Clearly just to show off. Tonight, however, he was gaining a new appreciation for Thor's arms and his strong thighs, the way the god's hips bucked, and how the big hands feel while gripping at his legs or hipbones.

He smiled when Thor laughed and opened his mouth to speak, but the other man chose that moment to change the angle and length of his trust and a low, drawn-out cry came out instead. The hand on Thor's hair remained, and Peter tilted his head back, exposing his throat as he moaned and bucked, trying to keep up with the rhythm. It was harder than before because every time Thor bottomed out the head of his cock hit Peter's sweet spot just the right way.

He shuddered when fingers trailed up his stomach and almost brushed his chest, which had always been very sensitive. But Thor's hand settled on his ribs and that meant Peter would be able to hold back from coming more easily.

He could see the way that he had quite literally put Peter at a loss for words, and while he was tempted to slow down again and ask what he'd been about to say, he didn't. Instead he just settled into that steady rhythm once more, short, rocking thrusts while all but bottomed out in the other man.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but that was rather beside the point, as they both already knew this was only the beginning.

He arched a brow at the shudder the pass of his fingers caused, and let his head dip so he could mouth along the arch of Peter's throat, teeth sinking briefly against the line of his collarbone. It wasn't firm enough to actually hurt, but just enough to sting, just adding another sensation to the proceedings to see how Peter reacted to it.

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