no subject

[His control slips further as she moans again, compulsively tugging on her hair and squirming under the press of her fingers. When Wanda moves back to the head of his cock, Pietro growls in irritation that sounds more desperate than anything, and he follows her movements not long after, thrusting deeper into her mouth, wanting more of the heat and friction she'd interrupted by shifting her focus again.]

Shit, Wanda. You're... fuck.

[Anything positive or praising he may have wanted to say gets lost in translation from his brain to his mouth, and she only gets inarticulate vulgarity for her efforts.]