Tony wasn’t a touchy-feely type, but the intimacy always soothed his nerves, even when it was the closest and willing pretty face. Trading breath and more, Tony tasted the faint sweetness on Thor’s tongue and was suddenly thankful he’d chosen fruit in favor of the shrimp chips.

“Where’s the honeymoon...?” Not getting ahead of himself at all, Tony shot Thor with an imploring look, making ready use of his expressive dark eyes.