[You know what I want — Pietro wants to say it, snap it out in frustration, but he doesn't. He writhes just a little, moving his hips up a few times before willing himself to stop. He knows right now, with the way she's moving against him, with the tone she uses, that she's not going to give in. Not tonight. Holding out on asking for it is difficult, and his nerves are flayed and tingling, everything's too hot. After a few moments, he makes an irritated noise and rolls his eyes.]
Just fuck me, Wanda!
[It's too loud, and not asking, and Pietro needs to amend it.]
Would you... please... let me... I want to be inside you.
[That's still not asking really, but he's deeming it good enough.]
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Just fuck me, Wanda!
[It's too loud, and not asking, and Pietro needs to amend it.]
Would you... please... let me... I want to be inside you.
[That's still not asking really, but he's deeming it good enough.]