Across The Stars: Rocket's Human Heart - A Rocket Raccoon x Male OC Fanfiction

Chapter 6: Beneath the Stars

Rocket straddled Ethan on the worn, but comfortable sofa in the living quarters of the Milano, a ship that had seen countless battles and adventures. The dim lighting of the room cast shadows that danced across their entwined forms, heightening the intimacy of the moment. Rocket's heart pounded in his chest, every beat a reminder of how close he was, how vulnerable he felt. His fur bristled slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness, as he gazed down at Ethan.

Ethan's hands, warm and steady despite the alcohol, traced the contours of Rocket's sides, sending shivers down the raccoon's spine. Rocket's chest heaved with each breath, the desperation for more of Ethan's touch evident in every movement. His uniform hung open, exposing his broad, furred chest that glistened with sweat. He had never been so exposed, so close to someone, and the raw intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm him.

On the other hand, Ethan was tantalizingly close to freeing Rocket's aching member from the confines of his bluish-suit, but he held off, savoring this subtle, yet tender moment a little longer. Ethan was still fully dressed, his own cock aching for release as Rocket straddled him. He managed to catch a glimpse of Rocket's member.

Rocket's cock was pink, rather thick, and slightly humanoid from what Ethan could tell. Rocket certainly made up for his height in that department, and that much was clear. His pubic tuft was also seemingly very thick. The drapes certainly matched the curtains in this case, though a tinge darker than his actual fur. It was evident that his cock retracted from a sheath, adding an almost distinctly alien yet allure to it.

As Ethan re-focused his attention back on Rocket's face - Rocket's paw, still trembling slightly, caressed Ethan's cheek, tracing the lines of his face with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior. His claws grazed the skin, not enough to hurt but enough to remind Ethan of the primal being he was holding. Rocket's feral gaze softened as he looked into Ethan's blue eyes, seeing the same mixture of desire and vulnerability reflected back at him.

The smell of alcohol lingered in the air, mingling with the musky scent of Rocket's undeniable and desirable arousal and sweat. The room felt charged, every breath, every touch, a testament to the unspoken bond forming between them.

Rocket leaned in, his black lips slightly brushing against Ethan's as he whispered, his voice rough and edged with longing, "Ethan, I... I've never been this close to anyone before."

Ethan didn't know what to say, if anything he was going off his drunken instincts, and it was obvious Rocket was as well. "Rocket," He whispered, softly against Rocket's lips, leaning in to plant a soft kiss upon them. The alcohol was still coursing through him, but he was coherent, at-least as much as one could be after shot after shot of booze and a half full bottle right there on the coffee table to show it. "-I know this is... Sudden." He whispered, his lips still remaining awfully close to Rocket's. "I trust you..." and maybe it was too soon, but Ethan had been through allot. He knew he may've been pushing the gun here, or maybe Rocket saw this as a perfect opportunity to get his rocks off, but whatever the case, he was going to take it for what it was.

Without a doubt, there was unmistakable raw attraction and vulnerability between the pair.

Ethan's fingers continued their exploration, finding the edges of Rocket's cybernetic implant and tracing it gently. The cool metal contrasted sharply with the warmth of Rocket's fur, a reminder of the hardships and transformations the raccoon had endured. Ethan's lips followed the path of his fingers, placing gentle kisses along the lines of fur and metal.

Rocket's breath hitched, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The sensations were almost too much, each touch from Ethan sending waves of pleasure and need coursing through him. His paws moved from Ethan's cheeks to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as if anchoring himself in the moment. Rocket's voice was barely more than a whisper as he leaned in, their foreheads touching. "I don't know where this is going, but I don't want it to stop."