[ He lets out a low, pleased sound as she pulls him closer, as she grinds back against him, and he rocks against her, again and again.
Sometimes, he seriously hates how Gamora always seems to get the upper hand. Like, how is that even fair, honestly? He's the experienced one, here – you'd think he'd have a few tricks up his sleeve.
... Granted, well, he's naked. So he's not wearing sleeves. So maybe that's why—?
Okay, dude. Losing track of things, Quill. Focus up.
He bites at her shoulder again, another little reprimand. One hand slides from her hip to her breast, massaging her gently; the other slides down to the inside of her thigh, tracing designs just beneath her folds. ]
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Sometimes, he seriously hates how Gamora always seems to get the upper hand. Like, how is that even fair, honestly? He's the experienced one, here – you'd think he'd have a few tricks up his sleeve.
... Granted, well, he's naked. So he's not wearing sleeves. So maybe that's why—?
Okay, dude. Losing track of things, Quill. Focus up.
He bites at her shoulder again, another little reprimand. One hand slides from her hip to her breast, massaging her gently; the other slides down to the inside of her thigh, tracing designs just beneath her folds. ]