[ Yeah, he definitely heard that crack in her voice, and he grins again. As she tries to move into his touch, he shifts away, his hand gripping the inside of her thigh to avoid giving her exactly what she wants.
For now, anyway. Just for now, because as much as he likes being an asshole, he likes watching Gamora lose herself even more. ]
I still dunno what you mean.
[ Primly, though the curl of his lips is obvious as he switches sides, mouthing the other side of her neck. ]
And anyway, is that really a criticism you wanna be throwing around? [ And there's that quiet hint of admonishment, even if it's in good humor. ] You, of all people.
[ After all, Gamora was starting to make a seriously dangerous habit of riling him up. Nothing had quite come of it yet, but there was a pretty clear pattern starting to emerge of Gamora enjoying taking her time, until he was writhing and whining with her touch.
(They should talk about that, he thinks. Because as storied and varied and occasionally buck-fucking-wild as some of his escapades had been, he had never had time to really... never found anyone he trusted enough to...
Experiment? Explore?
But that's a thought for later.)
But Peter's always been a bit of an impatient person, and when her fingers tangle in his hair, just the right side of painful, he sucks in a sharp breath. He gives up the game, little by little, and when he finally lets his fingers brush a little more surely against her sex, he feels the heat of her, the slickness of her. A soft, almost pleased sound punches its way out of him. ]
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For now, anyway. Just for now, because as much as he likes being an asshole, he likes watching Gamora lose herself even more. ]
I still dunno what you mean.
[ Primly, though the curl of his lips is obvious as he switches sides, mouthing the other side of her neck. ]
And anyway, is that really a criticism you wanna be throwing around? [ And there's that quiet hint of admonishment, even if it's in good humor. ] You, of all people.
[ After all, Gamora was starting to make a seriously dangerous habit of riling him up. Nothing had quite come of it yet, but there was a pretty clear pattern starting to emerge of Gamora enjoying taking her time, until he was writhing and whining with her touch.
(They should talk about that, he thinks. Because as storied and varied and occasionally buck-fucking-wild as some of his escapades had been, he had never had time to really... never found anyone he trusted enough to...
Experiment? Explore?
But that's a thought for later.)
But Peter's always been a bit of an impatient person, and when her fingers tangle in his hair, just the right side of painful, he sucks in a sharp breath. He gives up the game, little by little, and when he finally lets his fingers brush a little more surely against her sex, he feels the heat of her, the slickness of her. A soft, almost pleased sound punches its way out of him. ]