John's never one to turn down underwater shenanigans - or wall shenanigans, floor shenanigans, carpet burns and the like - but he's pretty sure these things are better as fantasies in his head than trying to actually do it.

Between the hand in his hair, his own hand on his dick and his mouth on Thor's, there's quite a bit going on, and John gets a little distracted, groaning as his hand moves back to grip Thor's leg and give it a light squeeze. He's shamelessly hard now but sprawled out a bit in a way that obscures most of his body in shadows.

With a gruff sigh he takes his mouth off Thor when he thinks he's close and uses his hand instead, turning his head towards the pool and laughing breathlessly while he gives Thor a few rapid tugs close to the head.