Embarrassed as he is, Thor offers no protest this time. Instead, he tilts his head back and stares up at their canvas ceiling, lit up with Tony's elaborate lighting fixtures and concentrates on that.

He focuses on it so he doesn't have to focus on the scratch of his denim against the back of his thigh or the way that Tony's fingers occasionally brush across his skin as he tugs his pants off.

He briefly retreats into his imagination, where he surges up and grips Tony's wrists and pins him down to the floor of the tent. To kiss the inside of his neck as his hand skims the length of Tony's penis before his fingers find that patch of skin between his asshole and his cock.

Thor wants to drive his partner as crazy as he feels right now. To hold back enough until he's as desperate as he feels right now. But right now, Thor finds himself at Tony's mercy, and Tony has done nothing that would force him to submit. He can just as easily let his fantasies become reality, but he doesn't.

He relinquishes control.

"How much longer are you going to deprive me?" he asks. It comes out more pleading than he wants it to. If he had the presence of mind he might have felt embarrassed at his own desperation. But right now, his erection is at the forefront of his mind and all he wants is for Tony to rip his pants off already and have at him.