[ He shuffles a little, propping himself up on an elbow to help her shoves his pants away – apparently he doesn't have patience or mind enough to kick them away entirely, not yet, not when her hand is warm against his aching cock, her fingers grasping the length of him.
When she strokes him, he makes another of those strained, startled noises – startled because it's been forever since he's enjoyed someone else's touch, and he didn't realize how much he missed it until this very instant. And, hell, it's even better now, because he's probably dreamed about Gamora being in his bed, touching him, kissing him, and for a brief, wild second, he has to appreciate just how goddamn lucky he is.
He bucks up into her hand, hissing at the sudden contrast from the wet heat of her mouth to the light press of her teeth, and he moves to capture her lips again, to deepen the kiss. His hand curls against her cheek, fingers tangling in the curls that spill away from her. ]
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When she strokes him, he makes another of those strained, startled noises – startled because it's been forever since he's enjoyed someone else's touch, and he didn't realize how much he missed it until this very instant. And, hell, it's even better now, because he's probably dreamed about Gamora being in his bed, touching him, kissing him, and for a brief, wild second, he has to appreciate just how goddamn lucky he is.
He bucks up into her hand, hissing at the sudden contrast from the wet heat of her mouth to the light press of her teeth, and he moves to capture her lips again, to deepen the kiss. His hand curls against her cheek, fingers tangling in the curls that spill away from her. ]