( Thor lets his free hand glide over Tony's naked skin, nothing too serious, enjoying the run of his fingers over his arm, the muscle in his bicep that may not be godlike but it is still strong, like Tony. The arms and hands of a creator, of someone who works with his mind and body, always clever, always forward-thinking. Thor can throw a tank easily but he doesn't invent, his mind doesn't work like that. He never understood Tony's labs and tech but he appreciated it all the same. He's always been attracted to beautiful minds.
His hand moves along Tony's spine, caressing down his back, intending to deepen the kiss more until Tony abruptly pulls back. He's breathing though, Thor tries to remember humans need to breathe more, and he doesn't chase his mouth. Instead he kisses Tony's cheek sweetly and then his forehead.)
What?
(He murmurs, sensing something is off, whether through his own instinct or their bond.)
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His hand moves along Tony's spine, caressing down his back, intending to deepen the kiss more until Tony abruptly pulls back. He's breathing though, Thor tries to remember humans need to breathe more, and he doesn't chase his mouth. Instead he kisses Tony's cheek sweetly and then his forehead.)
What?
(He murmurs, sensing something is off, whether through his own instinct or their bond.)