[He'd demanded too much or tried to move it along too quickly for her liking, he can tell. She's going to tease as long as he can stand it, and Pietro expects her to put her hands anywhere but on his cock. Even knowing that, he's still frustrated at that brief trace of fingers over his stomach, just enough to spark heightened sensation. Once she's on her knees and kissing his thigh, that irritation shifts quickly to more heated arousal that stops him from making a comment. As Wanda sinks her fingers hard into his thighs, a low pleased noise works its way out of his mouth despite his attempt to swallow it, the squeezing adds more varied stimulation that he very much likes. He should have mentioned this whole issue far earlier.]
Shit.
[It's a quiet exhale of an exclamation, and he's finding it very difficult to keep his hands off his cock if she won't touch it. He digs his fingers into the arm of the couch, but his other hand still creeps along his hip, waiting for the right moment to stroke his fingers over his shaft, when she won't notice.]
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Shit.
[It's a quiet exhale of an exclamation, and he's finding it very difficult to keep his hands off his cock if she won't touch it. He digs his fingers into the arm of the couch, but his other hand still creeps along his hip, waiting for the right moment to stroke his fingers over his shaft, when she won't notice.]