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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2018-08-13 02:04 am (UTC)

[ He lets out another groan, almost desperate this time, and he loses his rhythm to chase after his release, each inward thrust becoming a little rougher, a little sharper, hips pistoning against hers and—

The wave crashes over him, and he moans her name, cursing and swearing oath after oath as he spends himself into her. He pulls her in flush against him, limbs tangling with hers, his mouth falling open as he gasps in breath after frantic breath.

And as the wave recedes, his hips twitching and stuttering before finally slowing to a stop. He pulls himself from her, letting out a small, contended sound. He takes a second or two to catch his breath, his hands slowly loosening their grip on her, a sweat-dampened brow resting against hers. ]

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