When Peter was younger, he didn't develop a reputation for no reason, and the supposed 'pelvic sorcery' that Gamora once accused him of had some foundation of truth. He liked people, and he liked to have a good time in bed, and so he always made sure their partners were enjoying themselves as much as possible. Being different species made that risky at times, but what was life without a little bit of excitement?
Sex had also made him feel less lonely as he desperately sought a connection with someone. Rocket acting so responsive to his attention and touches after Peter has gone so long without a partner who wanted him that much sometimes becomes dizzying for how hungry it makes him in return. So, yes, Rocket makes it very clear when he wants something, and now it's Peter's attention that he seeks; he's more than happy to give it to him, his touch becoming bolder, the dragging of his hands more firm. That's Peter for you; positive reinforcement does wonders for him.
He would love to do more, get into that bathtub with his partner—if they both fit—and take advantage of their time together. But it's exactly because his interest in Rockets goes beyond mutual gratification that he is doing his best not to give in and do something that will leave his friend even more bruised. Peter is more than happy to end up covered in hickeys and scratches and some possessive bruises, too, but that will have to wait another day.
Now he murmurs a 'fuck, Rocket…' against the exposed skin of the man's neck, which is Peter's lingo for 'You keep saying these things that turn me on immensely, and it's hard to stay in control'. Since he doesn't immediately trust his brain-to-mouth filter, he doesn't say anything out loud, instead latching his lips on the side of Rocket's exposed throat and sucking. It's only once he's dragged out some more broken moans out of his best friend that he relents enough to murmur;
"I know." Peter doesn't sound smug about it; it sounds like he trusts what Rocket's said as a fact. It's nice that the other man has gotten to this point with him, that they can be honest and vulnerable with each other. It has taken them a lot. "Which is why you are so damn tempting, you asshole."
Too tempting, in fact, and it's going to eventually erode Peter's determination, which is why he's cursing out Rocket. It's also why he's going to let his hand speed up, taking advantage of how the water makes his fist slide smoothly over Rocket's cock. Peter almost wants to babble and wax poetic about how good the man's dick feels in his hand, how firm and thick and perfect it is, but his mouth is busy. The other greedy hand is also pressing down on Rocket's chest, tracing patterns on his skin and circling one of his nipples before flicking it.
He likes the banter; it's something they always had going on, and Peter can use it to mask some of the things he would like to say that would be either too sappy or veering too much into confessing his feelings. He doesn't want to scare away Rocket even if practically everything he says to him is filled with badly hidden affection.
Oh, ohh, playing with his hair and tugging at it is not fair play! Peter can't voice that complaint, busy moaning at the tug to his curls and pressing his mouth to Rocket for that hungry kiss. Okay, he might be getting a little bit sidetracked, his own cock now jumping to attention and getting half hard. Damn it, Rocket.
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Sex had also made him feel less lonely as he desperately sought a connection with someone. Rocket acting so responsive to his attention and touches after Peter has gone so long without a partner who wanted him that much sometimes becomes dizzying for how hungry it makes him in return. So, yes, Rocket makes it very clear when he wants something, and now it's Peter's attention that he seeks; he's more than happy to give it to him, his touch becoming bolder, the dragging of his hands more firm. That's Peter for you; positive reinforcement does wonders for him.
He would love to do more, get into that bathtub with his partner—if they both fit—and take advantage of their time together. But it's exactly because his interest in Rockets goes beyond mutual gratification that he is doing his best not to give in and do something that will leave his friend even more bruised. Peter is more than happy to end up covered in hickeys and scratches and some possessive bruises, too, but that will have to wait another day.
Now he murmurs a 'fuck, Rocket…' against the exposed skin of the man's neck, which is Peter's lingo for 'You keep saying these things that turn me on immensely, and it's hard to stay in control'. Since he doesn't immediately trust his brain-to-mouth filter, he doesn't say anything out loud, instead latching his lips on the side of Rocket's exposed throat and sucking. It's only once he's dragged out some more broken moans out of his best friend that he relents enough to murmur;
"I know." Peter doesn't sound smug about it; it sounds like he trusts what Rocket's said as a fact. It's nice that the other man has gotten to this point with him, that they can be honest and vulnerable with each other. It has taken them a lot. "Which is why you are so damn tempting, you asshole."
Too tempting, in fact, and it's going to eventually erode Peter's determination, which is why he's cursing out Rocket. It's also why he's going to let his hand speed up, taking advantage of how the water makes his fist slide smoothly over Rocket's cock. Peter almost wants to babble and wax poetic about how good the man's dick feels in his hand, how firm and thick and perfect it is, but his mouth is busy. The other greedy hand is also pressing down on Rocket's chest, tracing patterns on his skin and circling one of his nipples before flicking it.
He likes the banter; it's something they always had going on, and Peter can use it to mask some of the things he would like to say that would be either too sappy or veering too much into confessing his feelings. He doesn't want to scare away Rocket even if practically everything he says to him is filled with badly hidden affection.
Oh, ohh, playing with his hair and tugging at it is not fair play! Peter can't voice that complaint, busy moaning at the tug to his curls and pressing his mouth to Rocket for that hungry kiss. Okay, he might be getting a little bit sidetracked, his own cock now jumping to attention and getting half hard. Damn it, Rocket.