[ He breathes out a dark little laugh at that complaint, and just as an act of good faith, in a manner of speaking, he dies bite down a little harder this time, just where her neck meets her shoulder.
Gamora can absolutely play him like a fiddle, and maybe a different dude might be embarrassed by that. Peter doesn't seem to care much, though; like, if he's enjoying himself, why shouldn't he let it show? Why wouldn't he throw himself into it?
His breath hitches as her nails dig in, and his cock twitches with it; he pulls her in more securely against himself, rutting against her a little harder, a little more purposefully. Still, he keeps his hand just south of her sex, massaging her inner thighs – one side, then the other – reveling in the way she tenses beneath his touch and shudders against him. ]
it's... probably fine..........
Gamora can absolutely play him like a fiddle, and maybe a different dude might be embarrassed by that. Peter doesn't seem to care much, though; like, if he's enjoying himself, why shouldn't he let it show? Why wouldn't he throw himself into it?
His breath hitches as her nails dig in, and his cock twitches with it; he pulls her in more securely against himself, rutting against her a little harder, a little more purposefully. Still, he keeps his hand just south of her sex, massaging her inner thighs – one side, then the other – reveling in the way she tenses beneath his touch and shudders against him. ]