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[His abdominal muscles clench involuntarily, hard and quick, as she strikes him again. It doesn't really hurt, it's more the surprise of it that drives that reaction, even though if he wanted to concentrate or could focus better when aroused, Pietro would know exactly when she was going to do it. He'd feel the air move against his skin before Wanda's hands on it, having the time to perceive every flicker of movement from her and how it shifts the periphery of touch before impact. But it's less fun that way. The dull flare of heat across his skin makes his cock twitch, and he moves to seek more attention from her rubbing fingers.]

I don't mind. I just don't think you're capable of making me learn a lesson.

[Even now, he still has to provoke when he can, his tone one of preemptive disapproval of Wanda's abilities in that area.]