Run Before You Can Walk

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

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“They should call you God of Miserliness.” Tony piped up the very second he and Thor were left to their own devices by Maria Hill and company, gesturing after them. “See? They’re going where the party is. I’m gonna follow.” From the moment Thor mentioned smuggling some brew aged for god knows how long from god knows where made from god knows what...JUST to rub it in Tony Stark’s face that he didn’t possess the mettle for it, but Steve Rogers did?

Unforgivable. He could forgive the remarks about Pepper due to how laughably and pathetically misinformed they were, but holding out on the host was just an utter insult.

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[st_ormbreaker]

"For the record, I wouldn't be either," he says, unbuttoning the last button. "But I wouldn't want to unintentionally harm you in the heat of the moment." That was always a concern for Thor; he could be a little unintentionally rough with people outside of the bedroom. He didn't want to be too rough in it.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony caught Thor's hands in his own before they could migrate elsewhere, lifting them slow to plant right over his chest. The rough, broad palms engulfed the entirety of the gap where his arc reactor used to sit. Despite the deadened and numbed nerves beneath the burn scars (thanks for that one, Skeletor), he could feel every inch of the touch. "And I, for the record...adore that caution about you."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's expression softens at Tony's declaration. He looks down at him, his hand still set against that gap in Tony's chest.

"One of these days, I'd like you to tell me the story."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“I’m not the star of that story.” Tony leaned into the pressure of Thor’s palms and his fingertips as they carved pink trails up his collar, to his throat, to the sharp angles of his jaw.

“Once I tell you, promise you’ll remember.” He murmured, imploring with a firm kiss to his palm.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Of course I will."

Thor tilts his head to kiss Tony on the neck, just below his ear.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony freed Thor's hands to free his own, sliding them around to cup the back of his blonde head while the other roamed slowly but surely across his clothed chest. He wasn't in a rush--it was enough to reassure himself through touch alone.

"It's growing." He gave Thor's strands a light tug. 'And so's mine...haven't trimmed it since November.'

[st_ormbreaker]

"You think?" he asks. It takes all of his self-control not to run his hand through his own hair to verify the facts; instead he runs his hand over Tony's. "Yours is getting long, too. Give it a few months and I'll be able to braid it."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Slow but steady." He quietly reassured Thor, lifting himself up just enough to slip onto his lap, denim scraping against denim. His eyes fluttered doubtfully as Thor toyed with the wavy strands that were now falling well below his ear. A few fingers sneaked beneath Thor's shirt, hoping to distract him from his incoming request. "Dunno if I can tolerate my neck getting tickled that much..."

[st_ormbreaker]

Tony's fingers feel cool against his hot skin; even in this cool weather, his touch is not unwelcome.

It's never unwelcome.

"I think it's cute that you're ticklish." Not that Thor can speak; he's ticklish too, on the bottoms of his feet -- something that Tony had figured out himself. Tony, on the other hand, seemed to be ticklish nearly everywhere. "Makes me feel like I know all of your weaknesses."

Thor slides his free hand to Tony's back and shifts him into a more comfortable position.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Not all of them." Taking the opportunity to hike his leg over and straddle the larger man, they were chest to chest, and Tony was struck with a sudden and restless need for flesh against flesh. He yanked the bottom of Thor's shirt up, prompting the man to raise his arms.

"Biggest pet peeve, for example."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor complies, lifting his arms over his head, then bending an elbow so he could yank it off of him.

Thor tosses the shirt aside. "What's that?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Hate being handed stuff." With a sheepish shrug, Tony warmed his hands on the furnace of Thor's bare flesh, massaging the dense muscle risen above his pronounced collarbone. The man was a work of art and it was a sin not to stop and appreciate.

"Gotten better with it, but..." He made a little 'eeeehhhh' wince, working up Thor's neck, harmonizing his breath the steady pulse of his carotid artery.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor leans back against the couch and places his hands on either side of Tony's waist.

"That's a weird thing to hate," he says, idly tracing patterns on Tony's back through his shirt.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Dunno whether to call it a trust or OCD thing." The peeve wasn't dissimilar to his testiness over people entering his lab area, period. Back home it was outfitted with four security layers, and only Pepper (and occasionally Bruce) got a pass in. These days, he really only let Peter co-inhabit his room for any length of time at all.

"Auto-psychoanalyzation time later." Tony pushed their lips together, pressing Thor against the couch with clear intent for him to remain planted there. Rebounding, he slid down in the other man's grip, replacing hands with lips to mouth down his throat. "Tell me one of your weaknesses."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor does not resist when Tony pins him, just pushes further into the plush cushion of the couch.

"One of my weaknesses..." Thor muses aloud. He draws a spiral on Tony's back, thinking. "You know, I used to be scared of thunder when I was really little."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“You’re joking.” Tony exhaled a sharp breath against Thor’s collar, smothering his firm, flushing skin in kisses broken up with laughter. “God, you’re cute.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's face warms with embarrassment. "I'm not kidding, you know," he says, somewhat defensively. "Thunder can be a very scary thing. Weren't you ever afraid of it?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Watching the light show was and IS one of my past times.” Denim on denim scraped again as Tony slid off Thor’s lap to nest between his legs, fingers tracing the notches of his ribs. “Hearing nature roll in like the powerful seductress she is? Still gets me giddy.”

Despite the humorous lilt to his words, his voice was low with focus and reverence, blowing a little gust into Thor’s navel.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor twitches reflexively against the warm blow of Tony's breath over his navel.

"It wouldn't be much trouble for me to put on a light show for you," he says. "I'll even include the appropriate sounds."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"It was hard not to get excited when you did...you know, back in the day." From his position on the floor, Tony's dark, round eyes were as fixated on his partner like the rest of him. He broke the contact to kiss a trail along the inside of his thigh.

"I was always excited by you."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's cock twitches at the intimate contact; Thor's hand finds Tony's head and runs his fingers through his thick mess of curls.

"Was," Thor repeats lightly. "Not as exciting now that you're used to it?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Right.” Tony distanced himself from the touch (with a furtive glance signaling he’d soon be back for more) to lift his leg and reverently continue his trail down the man’s broad calf.

“It’s far more exciting.” His chin brushed one of Thor’s bunnies slippers and he pressed his lips to the round patch of skin atop his foot he could still reach, grinning with a little flourish as he let his leg slowly fall back into place. Thor was a god, adorable footwear and all—why not let him feel worshipped? Continuing in that vein, Tony freed his arousal and went to work, letting his fervor complement the sentiment.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's feet were doing at fine -- even when Tony planted a kiss right on the exposed bit of it -- until Tony took his cock in his mouth. Thor lets out a soft, sharp groan as his toes curl within his bunny slippers. One drops to the ground and his toes stretch blindly in an attempt to find it. As Tony's lips move up and down his cock, the need becomes less urgent.

"You know," Thor begins, as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. "I have an extremely hard time getting off when we're fighting."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony relaxed his throat to swallow the entirety of his husband’s considerable length, humming generously in inquiry around him. His hand snuck beneath his balls, massaging them in time. May as well let the one without their mouth full talk, right?

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's hands find their way back into Tony's nest of hair, idly hands massaging his scalp for want of something to do. It takes everything not to buck his hips, as his husband works his magic.

"You know --" Thor feels his breath catch in his throat as he feels a bolt of pleasure race through his cock and up his spine. "-- I don't like fighting with you. Don't like fighting with anybody. Right after a fight half the time I'm --"

Thor tenses for a second as Tony's tongue slides along his length at just the right way.

"-- I'm already thinking about when we'll make up."

Maybe not moments later, but given an hour to mull it over, even in his moments of most righteous anger, he didn't want things to stay as they were for long.