[ He lets out a quick, startled noise as she shifts them, though the way her knees lock around his hips keep them from having to reposition. In a different moment, he might offer a few words of praise for the maneuver.
But as it is right now, he rocks against her, each thrust becoming a little sharper, a little harder. One of his hands finds the small of her back, guiding her to meet each snap of his hips. ]
Gamora—
[ A heated whisper against her lips, something that might've been a growl if it were even just a little louder. ]
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But as it is right now, he rocks against her, each thrust becoming a little sharper, a little harder. One of his hands finds the small of her back, guiding her to meet each snap of his hips. ]
Gamora—
[ A heated whisper against her lips, something that might've been a growl if it were even just a little louder. ]