[Pietro's fingers at the arm of the couch begin to vibrate as he tries to dig them deeper into the worn and thinly padded surface that has little give. He loses all rhythm to his thrusts, falling out of any conscious movement there, Wanda's harder sucking instantly sending too any synapses firing at once, and he writhes uncomfortably with his last attempts to hold off. He can't, not once her fingers run over his balls, the new sensation enough to push him over the edge quickly. Another strangled noise leaves his throat as his muscles tense and he comes into the wet heat of her mouth.]
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