[She's slow and too soft with it, but not to where Pietro is irritated by it yet, only enough to bring the first pleasant sensations that should go along with that sort of touch. His abdominal muscles clench and twitch as she rubs, and he doesn't hold back on any pleased hums he usually refuses to let come out, always too ready to act like Wanda can't get under his skin until he's far too stimulated to actively ignore it anymore. Admitting to it is awkward, and he can feel heat creeping across his chest as he looks away and tries to be direct and honest about what he likes and what limitations he should be considering, like this really is an experiment as he'd proposed.]

This is.. nice too.

[He reaches for a strand of her hair to play with.]

But after a minute, it will feel... itchy.

[Euphemistically, but he has no better word for overloaded sensation receptors firing too often in his brain.]

And I want a harder touch to fix it, to make it different.

[He waves his hand vaguely.]

Do you know what I mean?