"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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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.