[ He leans back to give her better access, putting his hands behind him on the bed to support his weight. and holy shit i have an excuse to use this icon ]
You wouldn't know what the significance of a golden bikini is, that's for sure.
[ Peter often marvels at how fast and how well Maya has picked up this whole relationship and sex and shit she's good with her mouth thing -- and it's because he knows what she's capable of that this whole, teasing-with-kisses deal his breathing starts getting a little ragged. ]
[ Maya loves to learn, she loves to experiment, and when it comes to sex, she's more than happy to do both of those things. Figuring out all of Peter's buttons has been an exciting endeavor, and she takes pride in the fact that he's already getting worked up. In fact, he can probably feel her smirk, before she resumes her explorations with lips and teeth and tongue. ]
[ God damn she loves it when he starts making noises like that. She gives a little hum of satisfaction as she leans down again to run her tongue over his collar bone.
They had a conversation about bruises earlier, and now she seems intent on delivering because she finds a spot along his collar bone to suck on and tease with light scrapes of her teeth and swirling little motions of her tongue. ]
[ Now that she's in a better position, he tangles his hand in her hair, his other running up and down her back encouragingly. It only takes a couple of seconds for him to realize what she's doing, and he huffs a laugh. ]
Branding me, huh? [ He can't help how breathless he sounds, but at least his amusement is easily conveyed. He won't stop her, though -- hickies are kind of awesome. ]
[ He bites down on his lip again, suppressing another moan and turning it into a choked grunt instead. His hips buck, and god dammit he's already hard and aching. He really hopes the others are gone, because sooner or later, Maya is gonna seriously drive him up a wall, and he doesn't know if he'll have the capacity to keep quiet.
For now, though, he at least has it in him to smirk at her, gaze half-lidded. ]
Not sure on that. Pretty sure I haven't seen your name anywhere on me.
[ Ohhh, she can feel the way he's straining against his pants and she just loves turning him on. It's empowering and intoxicating, and the smirk she gives him has a definite wicked edge to it. ]
No? I think I see it right here- [ she indicates the new bruise forming on his collarbone with a playful swipe of her tongue ] -and here- [ and she scrapes her nails over his stomach again, leaving pink lines trailing over his skin in their wake ] -and... hmmm...
[ she trails off, sitting up a little to look him over thoughtfully for a moment. Not once does that smirk leave her face ] Ah- and riiiight--- [ now she leans back down, and begins circling one of his nipples with her tongue, flicking it across the tip a couple times then: ] -here. [ she bites him- not too hard, but not very gently, either. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The way he moans and grinds his hips against hers just so is almost enough to make her say fuck it, and take him right then and there. Her hand actually twitches towards the waistband of his pants before she decides, no.
No, it will be much more fun to make him beg for it.
She kisses her way across his chest and takes his other nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling with a little more care than she'd shown the other one. That one, she takes between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently as she glances up at him, breath hot on his skin. ] Mm. So we're agreed that you are mine, then?
[ His hands roam down, gliding against her sides and resting against her hips and-- yeah, he's definitely getting impatient, because he's trying to pull her down while he pushes up against her.
His hands tighten their grip as she pinches his nipple, back arching, and heat is surging through him and he just really. wants. this. ]
Yes. [ Still breathless, a little needy, and if he were in a better state of mind he'd be somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed. ] Yep. All yours.
[ She resists, bracing herself against his efforts to pull her down and hovering just on the edge of contact with his hips. And, oh the tone of his voice is just delicious, but she wants more.
[ He's a little puzzled when she resists, his hips bucking up and his cock just barely brushing against her and does not sob, he absolutely doesn't -- he hums. Yeah, hums, that sounds better. Less pathetic.
But then he catches her gaze and, oh God, her voice sends more warmth surging through him, but at the same time he's suddenly nervous.
Because now he knows what she's doing. He knows what she's doing, and he's really fucking turned on.
He tries again, hips lifting and it's not enough and he bites his lower lip as his head falls back against the bed.
Nope. Not begging. Definitely not. Nuh-uh. Still-- still humming, though, and his nails dig into her hips a little deeper. ]
[ Later, she'll have to give him shit about trying to keep his dignity, but right now it's really fucking sexy to watch him squirm and try to grind against her and totally not whine when he can't.
She clamps her hands around his wrists, and wrenches his hands from her hips (she's going to have bruises there, she just knows she is. Fuck if she won't think of them as a trophy for making him cling to her for dear life). ]
I said-- [ She shifts her entire body weight, moving to pin his hands down on either side of his head, and braces one leg on his hip to keep him from arching against her. She stares down at him, hair framing her face in blue cascades, eyes dark and wild and wanting. ] Something you want?
[ She punctuates that last word by pressing him into the mattress a little, grip tightening around his wrists. She's sure he has her beat on pure physical strength, but she has the advantage of the high ground. She hopes she also has the advantage of him not being in possession of all of his faculties, either. ]
[ She definitely takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen -- and in any other situation (say, if he were being attacked, for instance), he'd be working to flip their positions. As it is, though, he's not in the right mindset for grabs or counterholds or whatever the hell, because Maya looks hot as hell right now, and yep, that dark, scary, predatory glint in her eye has him seriously excited.
... Apparently he likes being dominated. Good to know.
But he still struggles against her grip a little, and despite her holding his hips down, he still tries to raise them. The positioning is terrible for him, though, and his attention is way, way, way diverted right now. ]
Fuck, Maya. [ And the last syllable is drawn out a bit in something that is not a sob. Nope. Just a ragged sort of exhale. ]
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Glad I could jog your memory.
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and holy shit i have an excuse to use this icon]You wouldn't know what the significance of a golden bikini is, that's for sure.
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and yes that is a good icon glad I could help] Ah yes, and my life is surely richer with that knowledge.no subject
[ Peter often marvels at how fast and how well Maya has picked up this whole relationship and sex and shit she's good with her mouth thing -- and it's because he knows what she's capable of that this whole, teasing-with-kisses deal his breathing starts getting a little ragged. ]
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Everyone's-- [ He's interrupted when she hits a particularly sensitive spot, and his body tenses as he hums again. ] --everyone's gone, right?
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[ it comes out in a low purr as she glances at him through her eyelashes ]
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Exhibitionist.
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[ it's high time that this shirt of his goes, so she pulls it off over his head and takes a moment to drag her nails down his chest. ]
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[ He would totally finish that sentence, except he's busy letting out a quiet groan, back arching to at the feel of her nails on his skin. ]
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They had a conversation about bruises earlier, and now she seems intent on delivering because she finds a spot along his collar bone to suck on and tease with light scrapes of her teeth and swirling little motions of her tongue. ]
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[ Now that she's in a better position, he tangles his hand in her hair, his other running up and down her back encouragingly. It only takes a couple of seconds for him to realize what she's doing, and he huffs a laugh. ]
Branding me, huh? [ He can't help how breathless he sounds, but at least his amusement is easily conveyed. He won't stop her, though -- hickies are kind of awesome. ]
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[ She gives a little roll of her hips, as though to punctuate her point ]
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For now, though, he at least has it in him to smirk at her, gaze half-lidded. ]
Not sure on that. Pretty sure I haven't seen your name anywhere on me.
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No? I think I see it right here- [ she indicates the new bruise forming on his collarbone with a playful swipe of her tongue ] -and here- [ and she scrapes her nails over his stomach again, leaving pink lines trailing over his skin in their wake ] -and... hmmm...
[ she trails off, sitting up a little to look him over thoughtfully for a moment. Not once does that smirk leave her face ] Ah- and riiiight--- [ now she leans back down, and begins circling one of his nipples with her tongue, flicking it across the tip a couple times then: ] -here. [ she bites him- not too hard, but not very gently, either. ]
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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.
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No, it will be much more fun to make him beg for it.
She kisses her way across his chest and takes his other nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling with a little more care than she'd shown the other one. That one, she takes between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently as she glances up at him, breath hot on his skin. ] Mm. So we're agreed that you are mine, then?
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His hands tighten their grip as she pinches his nipple, back arching, and heat is surging through him and he just really. wants. this. ]
Yes. [ Still breathless, a little needy, and if he were in a better state of mind he'd be somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed. ] Yep. All yours.
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She laughs, the sound dark and predatory. ]
Something you want, Peter?
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But then he catches her gaze and, oh God, her voice sends more warmth surging through him, but at the same time he's suddenly nervous.
Because now he knows what she's doing. He knows what she's doing, and he's really fucking turned on.
He tries again, hips lifting and it's not enough and he bites his lower lip as his head falls back against the bed.
Nope. Not begging. Definitely not. Nuh-uh. Still-- still humming, though, and his nails dig into her hips a little deeper. ]
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She clamps her hands around his wrists, and wrenches his hands from her hips (she's going to have bruises there, she just knows she is. Fuck if she won't think of them as a trophy for making him cling to her for dear life). ]
I said-- [ She shifts her entire body weight, moving to pin his hands down on either side of his head, and braces one leg on his hip to keep him from arching against her. She stares down at him, hair framing her face in blue cascades, eyes dark and wild and wanting. ] Something you want?
[ She punctuates that last word by pressing him into the mattress a little, grip tightening around his wrists. She's sure he has her beat on pure physical strength, but she has the advantage of the high ground. She hopes she also has the advantage of him not being in possession of all of his faculties, either. ]
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... Apparently he likes being dominated. Good to know.
But he still struggles against her grip a little, and despite her holding his hips down, he still tries to raise them. The positioning is terrible for him, though, and his attention is way, way, way diverted right now. ]
Fuck, Maya. [ And the last syllable is drawn out a bit in something that is not a sob. Nope. Just a ragged sort of exhale. ]
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