[Distracted by picturing what Wanda's drawing with her finger, Pietro is less prepared when she does strike him again. The impact makes him tense and suck in a breath, somehow still releasing a choked whine of a noise at the same time. The sensation goes deeper, radiating heat and stinging pain that penetrates through the skin and muscle she's already made tender, leaving a sharp discomfort that fades into a pulsing ache. He squirms and focuses more attention at the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit while precum leaks all over his fingers and her stomach.]
Yes.
[Pietro could make some snarky and vague comment insinuating he wants it even harder, or that Wanda's failing at her task somehow just to be contrary, but he doesn't and she isn't, and so it shouldn't be said. It's some kind of achievement that he heeds those secondary countering thoughts for once and doesn't push impulsively.]
It's hard enough. Fuck, Wanda. Do it again. I want...
[It's rapidly spoken, and then trailed off as he bites back a moan, squeezing his cock too hard.]
Let me come soon.
[He will acknowledge none of his begging and pathetic actions here tomorrow.]
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Yes.
[Pietro could make some snarky and vague comment insinuating he wants it even harder, or that Wanda's failing at her task somehow just to be contrary, but he doesn't and she isn't, and so it shouldn't be said. It's some kind of achievement that he heeds those secondary countering thoughts for once and doesn't push impulsively.]
It's hard enough. Fuck, Wanda. Do it again. I want...
[It's rapidly spoken, and then trailed off as he bites back a moan, squeezing his cock too hard.]
Let me come soon.
[He will acknowledge none of his begging and pathetic actions here tomorrow.]