[She never says that, he's always a problem, and somehow that small acknowledgement of his efforts to be good here is giving him odd feelings, a mix of some physical pull in his abdomen and a not-entirely-physical tightening in his chest. His eyes stay fixed on hers too, attempting to encourage that boldness Wanda usually shies from, but Pietro loses focus quickly as she positions his cock, breathing more heavily as he feels the wet heat of her cunt envelop him.]
Fuck shit yes.
[They come out as half-groaned pseudo words too fast and strung together, but coherency is hard. As is letting her do everything, and he moves his hips up to meet her, keeping it as slow as he can to stay at the pace she sets and not overstep the control he's allowed her to take.]
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Fuck shit yes.
[They come out as half-groaned pseudo words too fast and strung together, but coherency is hard. As is letting her do everything, and he moves his hips up to meet her, keeping it as slow as he can to stay at the pace she sets and not overstep the control he's allowed her to take.]