Guardians of the Galaxy Prompt Fill #37
This is a promt fill for the lovely @diarmour who requested: āStaraccuser, you put the ācuteā in 'execute.āā
(Iām slowly getting through the asks, they havenāt been forgotten. ;D)
Ā Ā Peter watched in awe as the Accuser approached.
Ronan cut an impressive figure, all miles of armor plating that did nothing to hide the heavy musculature beneath. If he hadnāt been literally strapped to the Kreeās BDSM version of a chopping block, Peter would have been climbing that man like a tree.
The imagery made him smile despite the circumstance.
āDo you have any last words, Terran?ā Ronan snarled as he came to a standstill before the dais and turned such that he was in dramatic profile.
Peter couldnāt keep the lopsided grin from his face. He would have bet all of the credits to his name that Ronan had a perfect ass beneath that cock-blocking flap of chainmail. Well, if it was his time to go, so be it, but he sure as hell wasnāt going to die without at least trying to get a chance to hit that.
āI donāt really have anything profound to say and Iām sure youāve heard the whole āyou canāt do thisā or āhey, please donāt kill meā schtick. So I think Iād rather just let you know that, baby, you put the ācuteā in āexecute,āā he stated conversationally, raking his teeth across his lower lip.
Ronan paused his Universal Weapon at the apex of its pendular arc and simply stared, at a loss.
āWhat?ā he asked, disbelief evident in his tone.
āYou heard me, Tall, Dark, and Hot as All Get Out,ā Peter replied with a lewd roll of his hips. The friction of the ill-advised abduction stone against his crotch was really getting him places. Harrowing situations like this had a tendency of getting his engine revving at the most inopportune of times.
Glancing about in confusion, Ronan lowered his weapon. āI donāt understand,ā he stated plaintively to the empty chamber.
Peter rolled his eyes and pointedly ground his rapidly tenting leathers against the stone block once more. āIām talking about you and me, man. Wouldnāt it be better to have me on my knees rather than tied to this jack-off chair? Donāt get me wrong, Iām really digging the collar, but come on, dude.ā
Ā Ronanās eyes roved down to his captiveās lewd gyrations and his brows shot up in understanding. Ā āAnd what, pray tell are you suggesting to offer in tribute once you kneel before the Kree empire?ā he asked, voice smooth as silk despite his prior discomfiture.
āJust me, learning my place,ā Peter retorted with a sly grin.
Reattaching the universal weapon to the magnetic plate along his back, Ronan loomed close enough to take the full measure of Peterās arousal with a firm grasp.
āYou will come to choke on the lesson, boy,ā he growled, releasing the restraints.
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