[ His breath hitches each time she marks him, and then he stops breathing altogether as her tongue moves over his nipple in expectation. And then-- ]
Oh, shit, fuck--
[ Yes, he definitely moans in earnest now, and fuck the others. If any of them are here after all, they can either shuffle off awkwardly or enjoy the music, because Peter is way beyond giving any kind of a damn right now.
(There's a brief, surreal second where he gives thought to the idea of Drax listening-in to dirty talk in general, and he imagines getting stopped in the cargo bay for Drax to ask, "What is the purpose of demanding your partner to say your name?"
It nearly kills his mood.)
His nails dig into her skin on reflex, and he's aching and Jesus, she's good, she's really good, and he grinds his hips against hers, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and a distant, clearly focused on something else at the moment. ]
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Oh, shit, fuck--
[ Yes, he definitely moans in earnest now, and fuck the others. If any of them are here after all, they can either shuffle off awkwardly or enjoy the music, because Peter is way beyond giving any kind of a damn right now.
(There's a brief, surreal second where he gives thought to the idea of Drax listening-in to dirty talk in general, and he imagines getting stopped in the cargo bay for Drax to ask, "What is the purpose of demanding your partner to say your name?"
It nearly kills his mood.)
His nails dig into her skin on reflex, and he's aching and Jesus, she's good, she's really good, and he grinds his hips against hers, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and a distant, clearly focused on something else at the moment. ]
Alright, hadn't noticed those.