In Tents

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor hasn't gone camping in a few years.

The last time he went camping, it was with Jane Foster, Darcy, and Darcy's intern, who Thor was pretty convinced was her boyfriend. For most of the trip, Darcy and her intern were fighting loudly; Jane was constantly on her cellular phone because her calls kept dropping and there was some emergency at a conference she was guest speaking at; Thor spent much of that first evening casually eating a bag and a half of marshmallows at the fire before Darcy voiced her protest and he was barred from eating more for the rest of the trip, much to Thor's dismay.

Thor might have overpacked for the trip, but Thor was of the mind that it was better to be overprepared than under -- and that it was better to have too many marshmallows than not enough. When four hours had passed and they reached their destination, he set down their belongings and began to set up camp.

"I never pegged you for the camping type," Thor says, pulling the tent poles out of their sheath. Maybe he was, and Thor had just never known it. It just always seemed like Tony was into tech so much that he couldn't stand to be without it.

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[st_ormbreaker]

"What?" Thor asks, playing dumb. "Did you want me to do some magic for you?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony quirked a brow, lifting his shins off the floor and crossing his ankles.

"Actually, I was thinking of asking you to let me do the work."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor gives Tony an appreciative once-over and feels himself go hard. If Tony had any doubts about his own physical attractiveness, it would take only a few moments for Thor to remove his slacks and remove all doubt.

Thor grins, his expression almost cocky. One of many things he learned from Tony.

"And what work is that?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

From his lower back to his upper thighs, Tony was draped in the sleeping back cover, and he appeared to be in no rush to expose more. "Wriggle on under if you're daring enough."

[st_ormbreaker]

Loki has compared him to a dog before, and much like a dog, Thor is frequently overeager and often eager to please.

Right now, he's both at once.

Thor immediately wriggles on under.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

With that, Tony wasted no time, sliding on top of Thor's larger form in one smooth motion. Chest to chest, Tony propped his chin up on his elbows and merely let his weight settle on the man. He could feel his partner's clear arousal, and indulged him with a brush of his thigh but little else. He was going to play it nice and slow.

"Coming up on a month."

[st_ormbreaker]

Tony really is simultaneously both the worst and best sort of tease, Thor decides.

"Are anniversaries important to you? You never struck me as particularly sentimental."

At least until recently, anyway. When they talked about old times, it definitely straddled the line of sentimental.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Yeah, well, maybe I'm actually pretty sentimental and I get brushed off every time I try to show it." Tony slowly kicked his feet up and down. "I have an iron skin, not an iron heart." As if to prove his point, Tony began mouthing a trail downwards, making a slow retreat into the cocoon of his sleeping bag where Thor couldn't see.

"Oh, Tony, you care? You did something nice?" He mouthed the clasp of Thor's jeans, the metal clinking with his teeth. "So off-brand."

Not that he didn't deserve it. The first times he tried to be nice involved getting Pepper a box of the one fruit she was allergic to as an afterthought. That was a good seven years ago, though.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor strokes the back of Tony's neck, which becomes progressively harder to do as he trails further downward.

"You just build up this big image in the public eye," Thor begins, "arrogant, narcissistic, untouchable." The sort of person who wouldn't reminisce about their playdates on Earth two years before or commit an anniversary to memory.

"I love seeing the parts of you that contradict that. And giving you a hard time over it."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

In lieu of answering, a mouth was better used to cup the pronounced bulge straining beneath the rough fabric. He exhaled hot breaths, ran his tongue along the zipper, and let his fingers dance wherever they pleased--but not too hard.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Oh, so this is work, now?" Thor exhales breathly. Not that he's complaining. "You're very good at it."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony breathed a chuckle, imagining what the sight of the fabric must have looked like--a mound beneath the blanket rustling around just past Thor's hips. He mouthed the hardness with more force, leaving a dark wet spot in his wake as he pulled back.

"Thanks." Tony poked his face out from beneath, letting his palm pick up the slack.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor watches as Tony peeks out, almost cat-like, from beneath the blanket, and it takes all his self control for him not to scritch the man behind the ears as if he were one.

It's at moments like these that he wishes Tony could see himself and perhaps have some understanding of how truly adorable he could be at practically any given moment. How Tony could manage to look adorable to Thor when he had his hand on his cock was utterly beyond Thor's comprehension. If Tony had not insisted upon his lack of magical prowess and Earth had not been known for its sorcerers, he might have thought he'd been enraptured by some sort of spell.

"If your hand is going to stay down there, I'd prefer your mouth to be up here." Thor taps a singular finger against his lower lip.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Obliging, Tony slinked out enough to nibble on his bottom lip as he massaged his Thor's crotch in full, harsh ministrations. He offered no relief to the mounting pressure, though he teased the zipper down by a few notches before pushing it back up.

"Do you know how long I spent--" he paused to let Thor's tongue drag across his teeth, "glamming the tent?"

[st_ormbreaker]

"You are a tease, Tony," Thor informs Tony, as if the man wasn't abundantly aware and making a show of this particular fact. Thor is throbbing with want.

"How long?" he asks.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Long enough. So let's do try and keep it in one piece." Tony wriggled his way back under the cover restlessly, dragging his tongue over the already-wet patch. Thor was getting worked up, and it gave him life.

[st_ormbreaker]

"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."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"I could keep it here." Very gentle use of teeth to apply pressure, and he kept Thor's inner thighs parted with his hands. "Make you ruin these nice pants of yours."

[st_ormbreaker]

"I don't mind ruining my pants if it's --"

His mouth isn't even on his cock but fuck it if Tony doesn't have a natural knack for finding his weak points.

"-- if it's like this," Thor manages to finish. "Do you enjoy teasing me this much?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Few make it so easy." Tony blew on the dampened cloth like a candle. "I wanna tease you? You just sit there and let me. I wanna sit here and stare at it with the vague promise of doing something? You'd just sit there and let me."

[st_ormbreaker]

Norns.

"You're the only one I'd let," Thor says. "Most of the time, I enjoy being the one in control of the situation. I'm -- ah!" Another breath. "-- willing to make an exception. For you."

Even though Thor wants desperately to reach for his cock and beat himself off right there, Tony's presence be damned. The man really is driving him wild.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"You're doing so well at resisting." Tony lazily squeezed his lips up and down every inch of his groin, swaying his hips from beneath the covering. "You know how easy it would be...? I don't even have my armor right now."

He sat up, letting the flap slide down slowly to expose his body in near-full. He took one of Thor's twitching hands, lifting it and letting Thor's fingertips hover bare millimeters from the skin of his smooth chest--simply playing with the digits before letting them drop. He smirked.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor wants to swear because of course Tony's going to expose more and more of himself. He's certain that Tony's getting off on not getting him off and in some strange way, Thor finds himself getting off on that.

When Tony lifts his hand so the tips of his fingers are nearly brushing against his skin, it takes considerable self-control for him not to reach out and run his hands all over Tony's body, to press his mouth against his mouth, to run his run his tongue along the length of his cock. But when Tony drops his hand, Thor stubbornly lets it rest where it falls.

"Is this fun for you?" he asks breathily. "Watching me suffer?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"I just wanna see when you'll break, Big Guy." Tony answered, leaning over him. "You could be doing anything you wanted and I wouldn't stop you."

Was Tony Stark a sadist? Probable.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor wants to push up and catch his teeth on Tony's lips, but he does't. Instead he stays still, looking up at Tony with real challenge in his eyes.

"Like what?"

Thor knows he shouldn't ask him. He knows his imagination alone is difficult enough to reign in right now when Tony is so close to him and his dick is throbbing with want.

But still, he asks it anyway.