"Only when you want to fuck." he replies with an eyebrow raised in unamusement, which is quite a feat since his significant other is spread out on his bed, like an invitation for many many dirty things.
As Peter moves to sit on the edge of the bed, the shorter man is moving into the space between the other's open legs, and watches the metal addition become exposed on the taught abdomen that he knows so well. "I already told you." he quips, eyes darting up to Quill's for a moment, throwing him a cheeky smirk to go with it. "It doesn't look as stupid as I thought it was going to." His eyes are already back on the body modifier and kneels down onto the floor in front of Peter to get a better look, his fingers reaching out to test the sensitivity of the surrounding area. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his tone lower than usual, with a slight husk to it, clearly showcasing the Rocket approves very, very much.
"First of all, rude. And second, you really need to work on understanding sarcasm." Peter purses his lips for a second into a pout but it goes away as soon as Rocket moves close.
Eyes trained on Rocket, Peter follows his partner's movements and shakes his head at the 'stupid' comment. Next time he's going to let Rocket get that Albert piercing, see how he feels the next morning once the alcohol haze is over and the pain remains.
Peter too enjoys the view of his companion making himself comfortable between his legs and hitches in a breath when fingers brush over the sensitive skin. The muscles of his stomach tense up for a moment.
"A bit. But it's all good...it adds a little edge to your touches. It's nice." Reaching out, Peter ran his fingers through Rocket's short hair, then cupped his face affectionately.
The edge to his touches aren't the only nice thing happening in the moment, Rocket's eyes close briefly when the talented fingers he knows so well drag through his short locks of hair and he leans into the hand, reopening his eyes slowly, and sharing a soft affectionate look with his man. For all the bickering, arguing, and name calling they do, they are just as insanely protective of each other as well.
"It looks good." he says with no edge in his tone whatsoever. His fingers move from circling the piece of metal to actually letting his fingers run across it softly, gauging his reaction with various pressures so he know's where the line between erotic and uncomfortable is. "Do you still regret it?"
Peter's smile grows pleased at the at reaction and he makes sure to scratch Rocket's scalp lightly. He wants to lean in and kiss him and because Peter has always been shit at fighting his urges, more so when he doesn't want to, he does just that before answering.
The little tugs and caresses make Peter whimper softly against Rocket's lips before he pulls away. It doesn't exactly sound like he's in pain but he inhales sharply every time the pressure gets too much.
"A little less by the minute. Maybe you need to keep doing what you are doing."
"I had no intention of stopping...with or with out your permission." he says nipping at his lips briefly before looking down between their bodies, down to where his new humanoid fingers are still testing the response levels to the pressure. He moves his head back up to say something, but the words die on his tongue as his mouth attaches to the juncture between Peter's neck and jaw and sucks lightly and teasingly, his fingers pressing a bit harder on the metal at the same time as his other hand grips the other man's groin through the flimsy casual shorts he's wearing.
He'll get to teasing the new metal with his teeth in a little bit, for now he wants to play with Peter's cock for a bit, which he's pretty sure he won't mind him doing.
Peter can feel his heart pounding faster at the words but he just grins lightly and keeps meeting Rocket’s eyes, full of need, before the other looks away. No matter the shape, some things about him never changed but it would be a lie to say that Peter found Rocket being bossy unappealing.
And yet, the other still manages to catch him by surprise every now and then. Lips wrap around the skin of his neck with a slow but persistent rhythm as a hand presses down on his aching erection and Peter makes a noise like a small bird, arching his back. The adrenaline rush, in part due to the small pricks of pain coming from his navel, is a beautiful thing.
"S...so you think you can tell me what to do?" It's a challenging question more than anything, a way to tease Rocket back without yet touching him. Which Peter could do but isn't, for now enjoying the other all over him, being trapped in place, at his partner's mercy.
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As Peter moves to sit on the edge of the bed, the shorter man is moving into the space between the other's open legs, and watches the metal addition become exposed on the taught abdomen that he knows so well. "I already told you." he quips, eyes darting up to Quill's for a moment, throwing him a cheeky smirk to go with it. "It doesn't look as stupid as I thought it was going to." His eyes are already back on the body modifier and kneels down onto the floor in front of Peter to get a better look, his fingers reaching out to test the sensitivity of the surrounding area. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his tone lower than usual, with a slight husk to it, clearly showcasing the Rocket approves very, very much.
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Eyes trained on Rocket, Peter follows his partner's movements and shakes his head at the 'stupid' comment. Next time he's going to let Rocket get that Albert piercing, see how he feels the next morning once the alcohol haze is over and the pain remains.
Peter too enjoys the view of his companion making himself comfortable between his legs and hitches in a breath when fingers brush over the sensitive skin. The muscles of his stomach tense up for a moment.
"A bit. But it's all good...it adds a little edge to your touches. It's nice." Reaching out, Peter ran his fingers through Rocket's short hair, then cupped his face affectionately.
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"It looks good." he says with no edge in his tone whatsoever. His fingers move from circling the piece of metal to actually letting his fingers run across it softly, gauging his reaction with various pressures so he know's where the line between erotic and uncomfortable is. "Do you still regret it?"
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The little tugs and caresses make Peter whimper softly against Rocket's lips before he pulls away. It doesn't exactly sound like he's in pain but he inhales sharply every time the pressure gets too much.
"A little less by the minute. Maybe you need to keep doing what you are doing."
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He'll get to teasing the new metal with his teeth in a little bit, for now he wants to play with Peter's cock for a bit, which he's pretty sure he won't mind him doing.
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And yet, the other still manages to catch him by surprise every now and then. Lips wrap around the skin of his neck with a slow but persistent rhythm as a hand presses down on his aching erection and Peter makes a noise like a small bird, arching his back. The adrenaline rush, in part due to the small pricks of pain coming from his navel, is a beautiful thing.
"S...so you think you can tell me what to do?" It's a challenging question more than anything, a way to tease Rocket back without yet touching him. Which Peter could do but isn't, for now enjoying the other all over him, being trapped in place, at his partner's mercy.