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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2019-10-13 05:04 am (UTC)

[ With as intently as he's watching her, he sees that subtle change – the hitch in her breath, the flash of color on her face, the way she momentarily freezes. She practically glows after those two words, and there's something about that reaction that makes warmth suffuse his chest. He files the thought away for later.

For now, he lets out a small, relieved sound the instant her lips meet his. He was a heartbeat away from pushing himself up to do the very same, needing an outlet for the heat and want storming through his system. He licks into her mouth, curling a hand a little possessively over the nape of her neck.

(That dark, faint thought again: Mine.)

He rocks into her, bracing her with one hand curled around her hip, matching the rhythm she sets. Her pussy is wet, hot, tight around his cock, and he lets out a few sounds that would have been quiet swears, if his mouth weren't occupied. He can feel that golden heat buzzing through him, down his spine, feels that slow and steady build. ]

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