[It's not difficult to draw out more of those noises, not when it's late and he'd expended a lot of energy from their couch escapades, and Pietro loses a little focus on kissing, leaning into her touch. He slides his hand up from her hip along her side, fingers trailing under her shirt to run lightly over her ribs, too lightly. He has every intention of making her react as easily as he does. He continues with casual and sloppy kisses down from her mouth, along her jaw and neck, grazing her skin with his teeth.]
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