Chapter 2: Building Tension
After his 'purchase' from the Black Market, Rocket Raccoon was feelimg far more confident about his odds with the locals. His little test earlier had proven it hadn't been a scam, the only thing to do now was see if it evened his odds at getting lucky.
Fortunately by the time he made it back to Resort City, the night life was in full swing. He could hear the thumping bass from the clubs, feel the rhythm in the cobblestones under his feet. The air was thick with the scent of foreign perfumes and the faint tang of alien sweat.
He slipped into "Nebula's Nook," a popular spot for all kinds, a bubble of hedonism in an already indulgent place. The lights were low, the crowd was high, and the music made your bones vibrate. He made a beeline for the bar, ordering a double of something strong and blue. The bartender, a lizard-like creature with a forked tongue, handed him the drink without a word, already knowing what he was there for.
As he sipped, (he could feel the gene mod hard at work in his body) (slowly enhancing the size and heft of his junk over time), his jumpsuit felt tight in the crotch area but it was a small consequence in comparison to the 'cocksure' confidence he'd gained. The growth itself was pleasurable, a thrum under the current of alcohol he was slowly imbibing.
It was a novel sensation, one he relished as he scanned the crowd. As he nursed on his drink Rocket felt a pair of eyes on him. Turning, he spotted them: a trio of twinks, all skinny limbs and doe eyes. They were humanoid, but their skin shimmered like iridescent oil, and they had these cute little antennae that wiggled when they were excited. Which, from the looks of it, they were.
They giggled behind their hands, whispering to each other. Rocket grinned, showing teeth. He knew the score; he'd been the odd one out in rooms full of humans, knew the stares and whispers. But tonight, he had something they wanted.
"New here?" One of them, slightly braver or maybe just drunker, sidled up to him. Rocket could see the outline of his cock through his skintight pants, already half-hard.
"Yeah, you could say that," Rocket replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Name's Rocket. What's yours?"
The twink leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed in Rocket's scent. "I'm Pix. This is my mate, Quill, and our friend, Star."
Rocket smirked, taking in the sight of them. Pix was the tallest, his body lean and lithe, with a cock that was already straining against his pants. Quill was shorter, his body a little more rounded, but his eyes were hungry, darting between Rocket and his genitals.
Star was the quiet one, but his hands were fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, giving away his nervous excitement.
Rocket raised an eyebrow, looking from one to the other. "Well, Pix, Quill, Star, nice to meet you. What can I do for you boys?" He knew the answer already, could see it written all over their faces and bodies.
Pix reached out, running a finger along Rocket's jaw. "We've been watching you. You're...different. Exotic. We'd like to get to know you better."
Rocket chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Is that right? Better get to knowin' then, ain't nothin' I like more than a good introduction." Rocket winked, downing the rest of his drink. He could feel the gene mod humming along, his cock growing, thickening, pushing against the confines of his suit. It was a delicious ache, a throb that matched the beat of the music.
Pix leaned in, his breath hot on Rocket's ear. "We could introduce you to some pleasures you've never known. We've seen what you've got, and we want it."
Rocket laughed, a low, dirty sound. "Well, ain't that a coincidence? 'Cause I've got a few things I'd like to introduce to you too." He could feel his cock twitching, growing even harder as their eyes widened. He gestured to an empty booth in the corner, "Less talking, more fucking, yeah?"
Quill practically jumped, his desire palpable. "Y-yes, please."
Rocket led them to the booth, his cock tenting his jumpsuit, the gene mod still working its magic. Pix and Star took a seat on either side, their hands already roaming over his lap, feeling the impressive bulge.
Quill started to unbuckle Rocket's belt, his eyes never leaving the prize. Rocket kicked back, chuckling as he watched them fumble eagerly. "Fuckin' eager, ain't ya?" he drawled, spreading his legs wider to give them better access.
Pix grabbed his cock through his pants, his fingers not even coming close to wrapping around the impressive girth. "Fuck, Rocket," he breathed, "you're huge."
Rocket grinned, his cock throbbing at the words.
"Yeah, I am. And I'm just gettin' started."
Quill finally managed to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jumpsuit, revealing the massive bulge of Rocket's cock. The twinks gasped, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and hunger. Rocket's cock was thick and long, the head already leaking pre-cum, straining against the confines of his underwear. Pix licked his lips, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch it.
"Fuck, look at that," Quill breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hours before Rocket was only 5 inches, now he was a whopping 9 inches long and thick as his wrist, a vein running along the underside pulsing with life. His balls were enormous, the size of apples, and he could feel them heavy, full and ready for action.
Rocket smirked, watching as Quill timidly reached out, fingers brushing against the hot, silky skin of his cock. "Go on, don't be shy," Rocket drawled, his voice low and husky with lust.
Quill's fingers wrapped around the base of Rocket's cock, his eyes wide as he looked up at the raccoon, a mix of awe and excitement on his face.
"Fuck, it's so big," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the thumping music. He started to stroke, his hand moving up and down the thick shaft, a dazed look on his face as he felt the silky skin under his fingertips.
Rocket leaned back, his head falling against the booth's padded backrest. He let out a low groan, his eyes falling shut as pleasure rolled through him. "Flark yeah, that feels good," he growled, his body tensing as Quill's hand moved faster, his grip tightening.
It seemed buying that mod was one of the best choices Rocket ever made, with his new 'enhancements' the locals couldn't get enough of him now. Pix, seeing his mate's enthusiasm, leaned in and planted a wet kiss on the head of Rocket's cock, his tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum gathered there.
"Mmmph," Rocket grunted, his hips bucking slightly at the sudden sensation. "Flark, that's good."
Star, who had been watching with breathless anticipation, finally worked up the courage to join in. He reached out, his small hand wrapping around Rocket's massive sac, squeezing gently. Rocket let out a low growl, his cock throbbing in response to the dual stimulation.
Quill's hand was a blur on his shaft, jacking him off with eager strokes, while Pix's mouth was a hot, wet wonderland, licking and sucking at the sensitive head. Star's hand was gentle on his balls, rolling them around in his palm, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.
"Fuck, yeah," Rocket hissed, his claws digging into the cushions of the booth. "That's the way, boys. Don't be gentle, I can take it."
Pix took the hint, swallowing Rocket's cock deeper, his nose pressing against the raccoon's pubic fur.
Rocket threw his head back, a primal growl escaping his lips as Pix's mouth worked on him. He could feel the vibrations of Pix's moans around his dick, the sensation sending electric shocks straight to his balls.
Quill and Star were working in tandem, Quill stroking Rocket's shaft while Star massaged his heavy balls, their hands slick with saliva. The combination of their touches, their eager mouths, and the pulsing rhythm of the club was a heady mix that had Rocket's mind spinning.
His cock was engorged, veins standing out like ropes as it throbbed in Pix's mouth. He could feel the pressure building, his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode.
"Fuck, Pix, right there," Rocket growled, his hips jerking as the twink's tongue swirled around the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. "Gonna fuckin' come if you keep that up."
Pix hummed in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Rocket's core. He could feel his orgasm building, a storm gathering at the base of his spine.
His cock was a piston in Pix's mouth, fucking the twink's lips with fast, shallow thrusts. Quill and Star were too busy, one working his shaft, the other playing with his nuts, to notice the increasing urgency in Rocket's groans.
"Fuck! Gonna come, fuck, gonna— ARGH!" Rocket roared, his body convulsing as he came. His cock throbbed in Pix's mouth, spilling load after load of hot cum down the twink's throat. The pleasure was intense, euphoric, a white-hot explosion that left him trembling and gasping.
Pix pulled off his cock with a pop, a string of cum connecting his lips to Rocket's twitching dick. He looked up at Rocket, his eyes gleaming with lust and pride, a smear of cum on his lips.
"Fuck, Pix," Rocket panted, his chest heaving. "That was...fuck."
Quill and Star looked up at Rocket with eager eyes, waiting for their turn. Rocket grinned, his cock still hard despite the earth-shattering orgasm he'd just had.
He looked at Quill and Star, their eyes wide and hungry, and he knew he wasn't done yet. "Your turn," he growled, pulling Star up by the arms. "I wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."
Star let out a soft moan, his body going lax as Rocket positioned him on his knees in front of him. Rocket wrapped a hand in Star's hair, his claws grazing the twink's scalp. "Open up," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
Star obeyed, his lips parting to reveal a wet, eager tongue. Rocket grinned, grabbing his cock with his free hand. It was still hard, still throbbing, the gene mod taking effect even after his explosive orgasm. He brushed the head against Star's lips, a bead of pre-cum smearing across them.
Star moaned, his tongue darting out to lap at the salty flavor. Rocket grinned, pushing his cock into Star's mouth. The twink took him in eagerly, his lips stretching around the thick girth. He started to suck, his head bobbing up and down in slow, innocent looking movements.
Rocket chuckled, his other hand going to Star's hair, his claws gripping it firmly. "Nah, little guy, you ain't gonna get me off like that.
You wanna make this cock happy, you gotta do better," Rocket growled, his hips thrusting forward, fucking Star's mouth with short, sharp jabs. The twink gagged, his eyes watering, but he took it, his lips stretching impossibly wide around Rocket's thick cock.
Quill, seeing his mate's predicament, moved in behind Star, his hands gripping the twink's hips. "Let me help," he offered, his voice soft but eager. He spat on his hand, then reached down, his fingers sliding between Star's ass cheeks.
Rocket watched as Quill pressed a slick finger against the tight pucker of Star's hole, pushing slowly until it disappeared inside. Star moaned around Rocket's cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Rocket grunted, "Aww that's cute, prepping your little friend to take me? Kruffin' adorable."
Quill smiled, his finger moving in and out of Star slowly, the twink's body relaxing into the intrusion. "He's never taken a cock this size before," Quill said, his voice breathy with excitement. "But we've been practicing."
Rocket chuckled, the sound low and dirty. "I like the way you boys think."
Quill added another finger, scissoring them inside Star, stretching him wider. Star moaned, the sound muffled by Rocket's cock. Rocket could feel the vibrations, could see the twink's body loosening, readying itself for the invasion.
He pulled his cock out of Star's mouth with a wet pop, pre-cum stringing between them. Star looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust and anticipation. Rocket smirked, his claws gently caressing the twink's cheek.
"You ready for this, little guy? You ready to take my big cock up that tight, little ass of yours?" Rocket's voice was a low growl, thick with desire.
Star nodded eagerly, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, please. I want to feel you, Rocket. I want your offworlder cock inside me. Please, fuck me." Star begged, his words sending a jolt of lust straight to Rocket's already hard cock. Rocket's grin widened, his eyes flicking from Star's pleading gaze to Quill, who nodded eagerly.
"Flark yeah, let's do this," Rocket growled, his hands going to Star's hips. He guided the twink to turn around, presenting his ass to Rocket. The sight of Star's small, round ass, already glistening with Quill's spit, sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through Rocket.
He could see the pink pucker winking at him, already stretched and ready for his cock. He gripped Star's hips, his claws digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind the twink.
Rocket rubbed the head of his enhanced member against Star's hole, feeling the twink's body tense before relaxing into the invasion.
He leaned down, his breath hot on Star's ear. "Relax, little guy. This is gonna feel so flarking good," he growled, his voice a low rumble.
Quill, seeing his mate's discomfort, moved in to help. He reached around, his fingers finding Star's hard, leaking cock. He started to stroke it slowly, his touch velvety soft, a stark contrast to the rough, eager touches he knew Rocket would bring.
Star moaned, his body relaxing as Quill's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
Rocket took advantage of the moment, pressing the head of his cock against Star's entrance. He gave a hard thrust, pushing past the initial resistance, feeling Star's muscles give way as he invaded the twink's body.
"Kruff, you're tight," Rocket groaned, his voice guttural with lust. He could feel every inch of Star's hole clenching around his cock, gripping him like a vice. He grit his teeth, his claws digging deeper into Star's hips as he fought the urge to just ram his cock all the way in. He wanted to savor this, to draw it out.
But the heat of Star's body, the tightness of his ass, was driving Rocket wild. He needed more. He started to move, slowly at first, pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside Star, then slamming back in, sheathing himself to the hilt.
Star cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain. But Rocket could see the twink's body was relaxing into it, his cock leaking pre-cum onto Quill's hand. Rocket grinned, his hips moving faster, his cock slapping against Star's ass with each thrust.
"Mmh yeah, that's it, little guy. Ya opened up real nice for me just enjoy the ride, yeah?" Rocket growled, his voice thick with desire as he pounded into Star. He could feel the twink's body giving way to his thrusts, the tightness of Star's ass gripping his cock like a hot, wet glove.
Quill watched, his breath coming in short gasps as he stroked Star's cock in time with Rocket's thrusts. The sight of his mate taking Rocket's enormous cock was enough to drive him wild. He could feel his own climax building, the sensation of Star's cock in his hand, the sight of Rocket fucking his mate, all combining to push him to the edge.
The sounds of their combined moans was drowned out by the other club-goers, the squelching of Quill's hand jacking off Star, and the wet slapping of Rocket's balls against Star's ass. The musky scent of their arousal filled the air, but was a footnote to the nights atmosphere.
Rocket looked down, watching his cock disappear into Star's ass with each brutal thrust. The sight of his enormous bulbous head stretching the twink's hole sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
The combination of the tight heat of Star's ass, the sight of Quill's hand working Star's cock, and the heady scent of their combined arousal was too much. He could feel it, the pressure building, his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode. He wanted to make it last, but he couldn't. Not this time. Not with how good it felt. Not with how much he wanted to come.
"Kruff, yeah, little guy," Rocket hissed, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, his claws digging into Star's hips. "You ready to get filled with some off-worlder cum?" Rocket growled, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the booth. Star moaned, the sound guttural, primal. Rocket could feel the heat building in his balls, his own pleasure rising to meet the tightness of Star's ass.
Quill's hand was a blur as he stroked his mate, his own breath coming in short gasps. The sight of Rocket's thick cock pounding into his mate was almost enough to push him over the edge.
Quill's hand was a blur as he worked Star's cock, the pre-cum leaking from the tip slicking his grip. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his belly like a snake ready to strike. But he wanted to hold off, wanted to watch Rocket fill his mate with his cum before he let himself go.
Rocket could feel it, the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in his balls like a spring ready to snap. His hips moved faster, his thrusts harder, his claws digging deeper into Star's hips.
With one final gruff "Flark!" Rocket hilted himself and came with a force that almost buckled his knees. He could feel the cum shooting out of him like a firehose, filling Star's ass with his seed. Each pulse of his cock was accompanied by a guttural scream, his body shaking with pleasure.
Star yelped and bucked against him, his own cock throbbing in Quill's hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cried out, his body tensing as he came, his cum spraying onto the booth floor.
Quill, unable to hold back any longer, released his own orgasm with a shuddering groan.
His cock pulsed in his hand, coating Star's stomach and his own fingers with hot, sticky cum. The three of them collapsed in a panting, sweaty heap, their bodies slick with a mixture of their own juices and the sweat from their exertions.
Star looked up at Rocket, his eyes glassy and his body languid.
Rocket, still panting, slowly pulled out of Star's ass. A thick stream of cum followed his cock, dripping down Star's thighs. Rocket looked down at the mess, a smug grin on his face. He was impressed with how much the gene-mod had boosted his ouput
. He could see Star's hole twitching, still clenching around nothing. His cock, still semi-hard, began to grow again, responding to the sight. He chuckled, low and dirty. "Flarkin' hell, look at that. Still hungry, are we?"
Quill looked up at Rocket, his eyes hazy with lust. "Can...can I have a go?" he asked, his voice breathless. Rocket raised an eyebrow, looking from Quill to Star, who nodded eagerly. Rocket smirked. "Well, ain't that sweet. Let's see if you can handle it, Quill." Rocket grinned, his cock already twitching at the thought.
Quill licked his lips nervously, but his eyes were alight with excitement and lust. "I think I can," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rocket chuckled, low and dirty. "Alright then, let's see what you're made of, little guy."
He reached out, his claws gently gripping Quill's hips as he guided him to the edge of the booth. Quill eagerly complied, his body trembling with anticipation.
Rocket watched, his eyes tracing the outline of Quill's cock through his skintight pants. It was impressive, longer and thicker than what he'd expected from such a small frame. Rocket grinned, his own cock twitching with interest.
"Lemme see it," Rocket commanded, his voice low and husky. Quill hesitated, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Rocket smirked, his claws digging into Quill's hips. "C'mon, don't be shy. Let me see what you've got."
Quill bit his lip, his hands moving to his pants. He slowly shimmied out of them, his breath hitching as he exposed his hard, leaking cock to Rocket's hungry gaze. Rocket let out a low growl, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Quill's impressive length.
"Fuck, little guy, you're packing heat. I like it," Rocket drawled, his eyes roving over Quill's body. His cock twitched, growing harder at the sight of the twink's eager body. He reached out, his claws brushing against Quill's hip, trailing over his smooth skin.
Quill shivered, a soft moan escaping his lips. Rocket smiled, his touch lingering on Quill's hip before he gripped the twink's cock, wrapping his clawed hand around the thick shaft.
"Mmm, nice and hard," Rocket growled, giving Quill's cock a gentle squeeze. Quill’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into Rocket's touch. Rocket grinned, his lust growing as he looked down at his own cock, now fully erect and throbbing with desire.
He knew from experience that he was far from finished, and the sight of Quill's eager, trembling body only strengthened his resolve.
"Turn around," Rocket growled, his voice low and commanding. Quill complied immediately, presenting his tight, firm ass to Rocket. Rocket ran a hand over the smooth, round globes, a low purr rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his claws digging into the twink's flesh.
Rocket spat on his hand, the saliva making a wet, obscene sound as it hit his palm. He brought his greased hand to Quill's ass, his claws grazing the sensitive skin as he spread the slickness around the twink's pucker. He heard Quill gasp, felt his body shudder as Rocket's fingers circled the tight hole, teasing it.
"C'mon, little guy, relax for me. You know you want this," Rocket growled, his voice low and dirty. He could feel Quill's body tensing, his muscles resisting the invasion. He smirked, his fingers pressing harder, demanding entrance.
Quill let out a soft whimper, his body relaxing as Rocket's finger breached his tight hole."That's it, little guy," Rocket coaxed, his voice a low rumble. "Relax and take it. That's a good boy."
Rocket could feel the heat of Quill's ass, the tightness gripping his finger as he pushed in deeper. He added another finger, scissoring them inside Quill, stretching the twink's hole, getting him ready for his cock.
Quill moaned, his body trembling with each thrust of Rocket's fingers. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the booth, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Rocket could feel Quill's body stretching around his fingers, the twink's hole clenching and unclenching as he worked him open.
"Fuck, you're tight," Rocket growled, his voice thick with lust. "But you're doing so good, little guy. Taking my fingers like a fucking champ."
Rocket withdrew his fingers, a wet, obscene sound filling the booth as he pulled them out of Quill's ass.
He spat on his hand again, adding more saliva to the mix before rubbing his cock with it, coating the enormous length with his own spit.
Quill looked back at him, his eyes wide with anticipation and a touch of fear. "You're...you're so big," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rocket smirked, his cock throbbing with desire. "Don't worry, little guy. I'll go easy on you. At first," he added, his voice a low growl.
He positioned himself behind Quill, one hand on the twink's hip, the other gripping his massive cock. He slapped his still growing shaft on the twinks asscheek for 'luck' before pushing his cockhead against Quill's tight hole. Quill tensed, a small whimper escaping his lips.
"Relax, little guy," Rocket growled, his voice low and commanding. "Breathe through it. You can take me."
Rocket pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching Quill's resistance. The twink let out a loud whimper, his body trembling as Rocket's cock stretched his hole. Rocket could feel the tightness, the heat, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls.
"Kruff, you're tight," Rocket hissed, his claws digging into Quill's hips. He could feel the resistance, the heat, the incredible, almost painful pleasure of Quill's body trying to accommodate his massive cock. He paused, giving Quill time to adjust to the intrusion. "Breathe, little guy. Just breathe."
Quill took a deep breath, his body relaxing slightly. Rocket took advantage of the moment, pushing forward inch by agonizing inch. He could feel Quill's body stretching, the tightness gripping his cock like a vice. He grit his teeth, fighting the urge to ram his cock all the way in. He wanted to savor this, but he didn't want to hurt his partner.
Rocket growled, "Give me your trust. I ain’t gonna hurt you, but this ain’t gonna be gentle."
Quill nodded, pushing back against Rocket's dick, his voice barely a whisper, "I trust you, Rocket."
Rocket was pleased with the response, but he was still gentle as he pushed forward, inch by inch, filling Quill with his length.
He could sense the moment Quill's body became accustomed to the stretch and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Rocket took that as his cue to move deeper.
He gripped Quill's hips tighter, his claws digging into the smooth skin as he pulled back a little then thrust forward, burying half his length inside the twink. He paused, letting Quill adjust to the new intrusion. Quill's breath was coming in quick gasps, his body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"You okay, little guy?" Rocket asked, his voice thick with concern.
He knew that he was pushing Quill's limits, that his cock was stretching the twink's body in ways it had never been before. But he could also feel the way Quill's body was relaxing, the way the twink was opening up for him.
Quill nodded, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. "Y-yes, keep going," he managed to say, his voice breathy and eager. "I want...I want you to fuck me."
Rocket growled, his hips movements increasing in speed and force. He slammed into Quill, burying his entire length inside the twink's tight, hot ass. Quill cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure. Rocket could feel the resistance, the heat, the incredible, almost painful pleasure of Quill's body trying to accommodate his massive cock.
When Rocket was finally able to bury the entirety of his 9inch length into Quill he knew the smaller twink was ready for more. Rocket started to move, slowly at first, his hips pulling back until just the head of his cock remained inside Quill, before slamming back in with a harsh smack of flesh on flesh.
Quill cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure. The sound sent a jolt of lust straight to Rocket’s balls. He couldn't help but growl, "Kruff yeah, that's it, little guy, take it. Take all of my fucking cock."
Quill moaned, his body tightening around Rocket's dick, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Fuck, yes! More, more!" he cried out, his voice filled with desperation and need.
Rocket obliged, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into Quill with brutal force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the small booth, a lewd symphony of their raw, primal fucking.
"Fuck, yeah, take my cock, little guy. Take every fucking inch," Rocket growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. He could feel his own pleasure building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust.
Quill was a mess of moans and whimpers, his body trembling with each forceful thrust.
Rocket was fast approaching his
limit, he could feel the pressure building in his balls, the pleasure coiling in his spine like a tight spring ready to snap.
He gripped Quill's hips tighter, his claws digging into the twink's smooth skin as he pounded into him with brutal force.
This time he didnt hold back, he chased his orgasm with quick staccato thrusts until with a stifled curse he was dumping his load into the esger male beneath him. Hot cum lanced into his mate and he felt the contractions of his balls, the twitches within which matched his hips. Quill bucked beneath him, his body tensing as he came, spurting hot seed onto the seat.
Rocket pulled out of him, his cock throbbing and twitching. He could feel it still hard, still wanting more.
"Flark, I hope you boys are ready for more, 'cause I ain't anywhere near done with you," he growled, looking down at Quill's flushed, sweaty face.
Quill looked back at him, eyes heavy lidded with lust. "More?"
Rocket gave a toothy grin. "Yeah, more, but not here. Im thinking of a more private 'venue'. Ya got a hotel room?"
Rocket asked, his voice a low growl as he pulled out of Quill. He could feel his cock still twitching, still throbbing with desire. He looked down at the twink, his body flushed and sweaty, his ass leaking cum, and he knew he wasn't done with him. Not by a long shot.
Quill nodded eagerly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Y-yes, just down the street. A-are you coming with us?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Rocket chuckled, a low, dirty sound.
"Oh yeah, I'm coming with you. Lead the wsy boys, I wanna see this 'venue' of yours," Rocket drawled, his cock still hard and twitching with desire. Quill and Star leaned down to gather their clothes, their bodies flushed and sweaty, a mixture of their own cum and Rocket's leaking from their asses and mouths. They were eager to please, their eyes on their new lover.
The trio slipped out of the club, the loud music and pulsating lights fading behind them as they stepped into the cool night air. Quill and Star led the way, their steps quick and eager, their bodies already craving more.
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(Unbeknownst to them all) someone had been watching their escapades. They pulled out a communicator, sending a message to their crew, "The Guardian Raccoon has the gene mod. He's packin' some serious heat. We're gonna need a bigger boat."
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