[ The way she moves against him pulls another strained noise from him – something that shares a distant relative with a moan – and each shift against him leaves him aching, has him shifting his own hips to seek out that contact, that pressure. His pulse drums in his ears, thunderous, and each touch of their bare skin together is electric and maddening.
It’s been a while. It’s been ages. And Peter kind of figures that at some point point he’s going to be practically begging, mindless and desperate, but for now, he’s appreciating the moment. Her grip in his hair. The wet heat of her mouth against his. Her skin warm and soft beneath his touch. It’s fan-fucking-tastic, and a part of him just keeps thinking, Finally, finally, finally.
Because he’s wanted Gamora for so goddamn long, in a million different ways, and it’s— unreal to him, if he’s honest, that they’re here, that they’re finally a thing, and god—
—when she grinds down on him again, he absolutely moans this time, pulling her against him, holding her there as he arches up against her—
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It’s been a while. It’s been ages. And Peter kind of figures that at some point point he’s going to be practically begging, mindless and desperate, but for now, he’s appreciating the moment. Her grip in his hair. The wet heat of her mouth against his. Her skin warm and soft beneath his touch. It’s fan-fucking-tastic, and a part of him just keeps thinking, Finally, finally, finally.
Because he’s wanted Gamora for so goddamn long, in a million different ways, and it’s— unreal to him, if he’s honest, that they’re here, that they’re finally a thing, and god—
—when she grinds down on him again, he absolutely moans this time, pulling her against him, holding her there as he arches up against her—
—god, he hopes he doesn’t fuck this up. ]