"The tent is not self-repairing," Thor says, as if it's a reminder to himself. Sometimes, he can hardly believe they're living in a self-repairing inn in a pocket universe. Other times, he can't believe he's fucking Tony Stark. And then there are times like right now where he can hardly believe any of it at all.

Except --

Thor exhales, in a shuddery little gasp as Tony's tongue runs a path along its shaft in just the right way.

-- when he's having this good of a time, it's pretty hard to deny its existence.

"Fuck, Stark."