"Rocket...Rocket, I think I can fpy../!"

"Yeah Yeah, Quill, Sure you can. You definitely WILL be if You get vomit on my suit!"

receiving a drunk hiccup in response made rocket roll His eyes as He opened the door to the guest room. Although He had No problem wiping off vomit from His suit, Since Star lord was a Raccoon Now, that would prove to be difficult...

Lemme explain here.

In a certain timeline, The Guardians of the Galaxy were able to Defeat Thanos and take his infinity Gauntlet from Him simply.

...But also in that timeline, Thanos pulled a "Fuck You" By turning Peter Quill into a Raccoon before destroying said Stone when left with no other options but surrendering.

and Now You're all caught up... Mostly.

currently, it's been a couple of months since then, and the new Peter got really wasted at a new years party.

So, With Gamora Gone and Drax Drunk too, It was up to Rocket, Who wasn't drunk surprisingly, To put him safely somewhere. 

Putting Him on the bed, The Human turned Raccoon flailed about. "You cay grll mw wnat to dl, Trasyy!" He slurred.

Rocket merely rolled His eyes. Despite What Thanos did, Rocket kinda would argue it wasn't so bad in his opinion. It got Him and Peter to grow more and bond closer, Much more than when he was a human. So there was that. "Ugh, Will anything get you to sleep!?"

the raccoon stared up at the ceiling for a good few minutes before nodding. "Yush."

Rocket sighed. "What is it then?"

He then felt Peter grab his crotch, Groping his Bulge. "Thish!"

...

And Rocket just agreed. "...Okay."

Anything to Get him to sleep faster.

[...]

"FffffffFLARLKING HELL QUILL!"

Grunting lowly, Rocket Gripped That bare raccoon ass tight as He trusted like there was no tomorrow. Although it had been an Hour since They started fucking, It felt like mere minutes as soon as He quicked His pace. The Room was radiated to the brim with that Sexy musk of Quill's, Invading Rocket's nostrils and making Him only harder~

With Peter, The little raccoon was panting like a pure bitch in heat, Swishing his tail wildly as he was pounded into. He could feel those Balls of Rocket, Those plump furry balls of His, Slap against his with each hard thrust. 

He practically squealed as rocket Hilted, Hitting His p spot in the process as he clenched down. "O-Oooh, F-Fuujyc~!!"

Rocket Groaned at the tightness, Feeling such a good Racc ass clench down on Him like a pussy...He LOVED that!

𝙎𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆!

Without Hesitation, He gave a hard Smack across the ass as He continued, Feeling a familiar feeling that He knew.

"S-Shit!" Cursing, He pulled On Peters's Tail Harshly. He bit his lip as His cock repeatedly twitched about. "Im gonna Cum Quill!"

"YesyesyesyesyesYeshh!!~" Peter moaned like a drunk whore. "Chum in mhee Stardaddie!~

Despite the tense heated moment, Rocket smirked at what Peter called Him. 

Star-Daddy Eh?

He'll never let that live down. 

And ai, with moans aiding, Rocket Smacked His ass once more before hilted deep one last time, roughly hitting His Prostate in hand, as His balls finally gave up.

Splurt after Splurt, Peter could feel the Hot liquid enter his ass, Feeling both creamy and Hot. As his tummy expanded a bit from the plentiful loads of seed, The little raccoon could only roll his eyes up and moan out as His cock throbbed, Releasing strand after strand of his cum on the sheets; Salty, Warm, and oh-so-cute ~

It went on for about eight minutes until Rocket could pull out. Once then, Quill's raccoon body immediately fell. Both were in an afterglow of pleasure!

Regardless, Rocket managed to talk. "S-So...You're going to bed Yet...?" with no response, He moved up to Peter. "...Quill?"

But the sight He saw, got Him to smile.

Quill was completely knocked out and sleeping soundly.

And Rocket leaned in...and Kissed him softly on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Ya filthy animal." He'd whisper.

And So, He got into the covers too, Not caring if He was naked, and Held the raccoon close from behind as lights were shut off and he was slowly fading sight to dreamland.

"...And A happy new year, Too."