[His abdominal muscles tighten at that command in Wanda's voice, and he bites his lip when her nails dig in. Pietro wants to look away from that stare, but he can't, drawn to it even as he feels heat burn across his face. He doesn't move after she shifts her weight, not his hips at least, though he can't help fidgeting, distracting himself with releasing energy through twitching and picking at the string around his wrists. All he wants is Wanda to ride him properly, not this excruciatingly slow grinding, and he whines quietly in frustration. It's not enough sensation for him, and at the same time too much.]
You made it so easy to.
[It sounds accusatory, and he's absolutely blaming his lack of self-control on her.]
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You made it so easy to.
[It sounds accusatory, and he's absolutely blaming his lack of self-control on her.]