[ He thinks a swear escapes him on a low moan as she finally picks up again, though he can’t be sure, focused as he is on the rhythm of her hand on him, steady and sure. Her words are almost lost on him, but when they click in place, it’s as much a relief as it is a spur, pushing him forward. He makes a strained sound at the back of his throat – probably something meant to stand in place of Yep, I definitely want that, too – following her rhythm with each rock of his hips.
He kisses her, bruising and impassioned, every ounce of need pushed into it. He licks into her mouth, bites at her lips – inelegant, admittedly, but Peter seems to think it’s effective. His hand curls possessively over the line of her jaw, fingers tangled in her hair. That dark coil of desire and want twists low in his stomach, bounds through his veins, pulses in his ears – deafening over the hiss of the water hitting the tile. After a while, he pulls back to bury his face against her neck. He goes quiet as that edge looms closer and closer, save for the ragged drag of each inhale and exhale. ]
Fuck— [ Low and heated after a few seconds of silence, shoved out on a rasp. ] Fuck, Gamora, I’m close, I’m—
[ He breathes out a few more swears, a few more oaths – most of it incoherent and nonsensical – though he hardly realizes he’s spoken. He quickly loses the rhythm, bucking into her hand faster and faster, chasing his release. It slams into him all at once with a force that nearly bowls him over. He comes with a shout, with Gamora’s name on his lips. His grip on her tightens, and his entire body tenses as he thrusts into her grip.
It feels like an eternity; it feels like an instant. The spray of the shower washes away his spend, and that wave falls away from him, leaves him loose and trembling against her. ]
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He kisses her, bruising and impassioned, every ounce of need pushed into it. He licks into her mouth, bites at her lips – inelegant, admittedly, but Peter seems to think it’s effective. His hand curls possessively over the line of her jaw, fingers tangled in her hair. That dark coil of desire and want twists low in his stomach, bounds through his veins, pulses in his ears – deafening over the hiss of the water hitting the tile. After a while, he pulls back to bury his face against her neck. He goes quiet as that edge looms closer and closer, save for the ragged drag of each inhale and exhale. ]
Fuck— [ Low and heated after a few seconds of silence, shoved out on a rasp. ] Fuck, Gamora, I’m close, I’m—
[ He breathes out a few more swears, a few more oaths – most of it incoherent and nonsensical – though he hardly realizes he’s spoken. He quickly loses the rhythm, bucking into her hand faster and faster, chasing his release. It slams into him all at once with a force that nearly bowls him over. He comes with a shout, with Gamora’s name on his lips. His grip on her tightens, and his entire body tenses as he thrusts into her grip.
It feels like an eternity; it feels like an instant. The spray of the shower washes away his spend, and that wave falls away from him, leaves him loose and trembling against her. ]