[He gets it, he does. She wants him to enjoy this with her, and draw it out so they have time to, and he's not rushing ahead through things. He doesn't particularly want to either, move it along too quickly, and tries to hold himself back enough to be present in the way he should be. Frustration and impatience get the better of him too frequently and Pietro always vents that with objections or indignation, when what he's really annoyed with is himself and his inability to slow the fuck down for five minutes. Thinking about it, his fingers slow on his cock, the way Wanda might touch him, and even this he likes if he's being honest with himself, prolonging things despite the part of him that can't stand it. He bites his lip to stop a loud groan from escaping too easily as she runs her nail over his spine and digs her fingers into the heated skin of his ass.]
I do.
[A whine lingers in it, despite his best efforts.]
I like everything you do to me.
[Which is embarrassing to admit when he's not being sarcastic about it or having some other layer of protection against unfiltered truth. His face feels too hot, and it's much exposure to have said that, so he shrugs then, dismissive of everything he'd just stated.]
But I also enjoy complaining about it, and you will just have to deal with me.
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I do.
[A whine lingers in it, despite his best efforts.]
I like everything you do to me.
[Which is embarrassing to admit when he's not being sarcastic about it or having some other layer of protection against unfiltered truth. His face feels too hot, and it's much exposure to have said that, so he shrugs then, dismissive of everything he'd just stated.]
But I also enjoy complaining about it, and you will just have to deal with me.