The touch of lips is almost tender and sweet, even with that bite. It's definitely much softer than he'd expect, but James kind of likes the slower pace, the warm touches, feeling Thor's large hands explore his skin, then grab his ass to pull him closer.

He does so with little prompting, gasping softly as he arches himself closer, hips rocking against Thor's lap. One hand on the edge of the tub, the other slips up Thor's bicep and shoulder, fingers pushing through his hair.

"I agree," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss and bite back at Thor's lips, harder on his end.