explosion | OPEN POST.

[ It is a big deal. She doesn't want him to be embarrassed telling her what he wants or needs or dislikes. Even if she likes it, she doesn't want him to grin and bear it. He's done that too much in their life with everything else. She doesn't want him to do it with her. ]

You will tell me when to stop? During…

[ Wanda wiggles her eyebrows and smiles. It's completely immature, but she wishes to hear him laugh away some of the tension he feels. ]

So, like this, hm?

[ Wanda removes her hands from his foot and sweeps her fingers along the arch of his foot a few times before gliding them to the top. She slides her hand to his ankle before gliding up to his calf and returning to his ankle again. Perhaps what she has to do is not focus solely on one area. It's what she does best, focusing on thoughts, and trying to dig into them until she finds what she needs. But for Pietro, perhaps she has to expand it to much more. ]

[Her eyebrow wiggle is too much, and does earn her a laugh, and another eye roll. They should be talking about it like mature adults, but they don't. He can fuck her, but he can't talk about fucking her, even in the privacy of their apartment. It's euphemisms and implications and half-finished sentences, only more evidence that Pietro's continued flirting with other girls in public holds no real intentions behind it. If it did, he couldn't be so bold about it.]

You know I can stop you.

[Physically, easily. Presumably. He never does, and he's not actually answering Wanda's question, moving right along to focusing on her touch. It lingers, as always, but not to a degree where Pietro feels like his skin is too itchy and constricting and he wants to escape it. Slow traces of her fingers just long enough to drag sparks of electric sensation through nerves, sensations that fade before they're overwhelming. He may shift a little, but there's far less squirming, and his voice holds no hint of whining or discomfort.]

Like that.

[He moves his other foot again, to press against her thigh, meant as a comforting gesture of trust and proof that Wanda isn't upsetting him and he's just lying about it.]

[ She smiles, pleased that he's not disgruntled or hiding the fact that he is annoyed. Picking his other foot up and placing it on her thigh, she does the same, trailing her fingers down his toes to the top of his foot, slipping to his arch and then back to his ankle. She watches his face as she simply traces his foot, gliding her hands up his calf until she brings her hand down again. ]

You have such long legs.

[ Unsurprising, really, given how long legs are advantageous for moving so fast and for being so tall. Despite them looking lean and twig-like to her, she likes that she can feel his strong muscles. ]

Is this what I should have done in the park? Touch you all over?

[ Rather than in just one spot. While she's not entirely sure how she would've done that, she's bold enough to ask now. ]

[Touching certain spots make his muscles twitch under her fingers, or his toes curl, but the momentary tension doesn't last, and as she watches him, he never looks at her in irritation. Pietro's movements on the couch are now for getting more relaxed, if possible, not forcing himself not to run. He snorts at Wanda's comment, poking at her again. She likes to call his legs bony, but Pietro will refute that claim every time.]

Oh, you like them now, do you?

[He shrugs at her question, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip in thought, making a show of it. The park hadn't been too much for him, as far as they'd gotten.]

I don't know. You may have to experiment with that the next time I spill jam.

[ It's not a no, which only inspires Wanda's boldness. She looks at him without her gaze wavering as she continues to move her hand along his calf, ankle and foot. ]

I can still see jam.

[ After a moment, she ducks her gaze to his pants. It hardly matters if the imaginary jam is there or not. It's there for the sole purpose of this, although it's up to him if he wants to venture there again. With him open and sharing, she wishes to learn more. Who knows if the next time she touches him if he'd be as willing to give her guidance on where to touch him and when to stop to prevent him from feeling overstimulated? ]

Can you?

[There's laughter in his voice that he tries not to make too obvious. Wanda is extremely transparent, he wasn't even wearing these pants earlier. Pietro looks down at his thigh as if searching for that imaginary jam, though. He fingers a spot along the top of his inner thigh, as obvious as he can get.]

Oh, there it is.

[His playing along sounds more light-hearted to him, and he's starting to think he may have been more irritated by the things Wanda does than he'd thought, or irritated with himself for never bringing it up and continuing to get exasperated over what he could have so easily fixed.]

You are so messy.

[ Transferring it from pants to pants—not that Wanda's particularly realised. She's detail-oriented, but sometimes even things like putting on a new pair of pants slip through the cracks of her attention. She doubts it really matters. There's imaginary jam on his pants and he's playing along with her ruse. ]

Move. I can't reach from here.

[ She lets go of his foot despite not wishing to part from him and clicks her fingers impatiently. ]

[Pietro scoffs and makes an annoyed low noise like being asked to move is such a chore, when he can barely stay still for five minutes at the best of times. He sits up with a sigh and slides closer along the couch, shoving at Wanda's bent knee as she sits cross-legged, like he's personally offended by its existence now pressed against his thigh.]

Alright. Get on with it. Jam stains, you know.

[Nevermind the fact if the mystery jam did exist, they'd only be rubbing it in and making it worse.]

[ Sitting cross-legged, Wanda smiles as she shakes her head at his impatience. She'd cluck her tongue, but she refrains for now.

Placing her hand against his knee, she slides it down his thigh and curves her hand against the crease of his hip. Although he wishes for her to get on with it, she wants to take her time. Learn how to touch him in ways that don't only bring her satisfaction.

She glides her hand to palm his crotch and gives him a gentle squeeze. ]

Hm. These pants feel very nice.

[ She chuckles as she slowly rubs him. ]

[She's slow and too soft with it, but not to where Pietro is irritated by it yet, only enough to bring the first pleasant sensations that should go along with that sort of touch. His abdominal muscles clench and twitch as she rubs, and he doesn't hold back on any pleased hums he usually refuses to let come out, always too ready to act like Wanda can't get under his skin until he's far too stimulated to actively ignore it anymore. Admitting to it is awkward, and he can feel heat creeping across his chest as he looks away and tries to be direct and honest about what he likes and what limitations he should be considering, like this really is an experiment as he'd proposed.]

This is.. nice too.

[He reaches for a strand of her hair to play with.]

But after a minute, it will feel... itchy.

[Euphemistically, but he has no better word for overloaded sensation receptors firing too often in his brain.]

And I want a harder touch to fix it, to make it different.

[He waves his hand vaguely.]

Do you know what I mean?

[ After a quick moment of mulling over his words, she nods. ]

I think so.

[ Does she wait until he tells her the sensation has grown too 'itchy' or does she firm up her touch? Wanda watches him for a moment before she does that, turning her gentle rubbing into something a little more harder and purposeful. She glances down at her hand before looking back up at him.

Rather than just rub, she gropes him with intention now. ]

Different enough?

[His breathing hitches slightly once she rubs with more pressure, build up from the light touches waning in favour of new sensations. Nothing is overstimulating, but Pietro still moves, writhes just a little as she starts with the groping, pushing back at her hand, but not with as much desperation and need as tends to when Wanda's had the upper hand and been allowed to tease him for too long.]

Mm. Yes.

[He reaches out to run his hand along her arm, because he can't just sit here, even if it's an experiment.]

Now, you will tell me when I do something that is too much for you, yes? At any time.

[He tries to be pointed with his last comment, it applies to any situation.]

If you keep forgiving me so easily for things you don't like, I will keep doing them.

[ That's a boy she's not entirely sure he'd wish to open. There are many things he does that irritate her. Flirting with other girls. Flirting with other girls in front of her. Taking up so much closet space. They're minor gripes in the grand scheme of discomfort. ]

I have a list of things.

[ She tells him matter-of-factly, tilting her chin upward as she smiles softly at him in a clear sign of teasing. ]

Many things. I don't know if I have time to list them before we sleep.

[ Wanda slows her hand movement, but ensures it remains firm. She properly rubs him, feeling the outline of his cock through his pants. She imagines this will feel good for now until she has to lighten her touch for him. ]

[He waves his hand dismissively. If she's not going to bring anything up with him, that's her problem for later, the next time he does something.]

Forget it if it's an entire list, no time for that.

[Pietro's clearly focused on other things by this point, pressing his hardening cock up against her hand more forcefully the moment she slows down.]

I think you've got the hang of this, but maybe... I could stand a little more teasing. I you wanted.

[It's some kind of concession, permission to do things as she likes sometimes with the assurance that he'll stop her if necessary.]

Is that so?

[ At first, she considers not stopping what she's doing. She likes that he's pushing up against her. He may speak, but she tries to listen to his body now, to see if there are movements or hesitancies that she can pick up on before he even thinks to speak of what he wants.

But she slows her hand, lightening her touch, and hopes it prompts him to buck up into her hand for more friction and warmth. ]

It was nice touching you in the park. [ Wanda ignores her flush. The park had been risky, but… it had been nice. Different. Perhaps in line with what they've discussed now. ]

[It doesn't take long with that slower lighter touch before Pietro needs something harder again, and he does exactly what she expects, moving his hips to seek it out, pressing into her fingers and grinding. The noises he makes carry more frustration in them, but not to the point of whining about it, and he can still focus on her flushed face - and smirk as she admits to that.]

Liked that, did you?

[He runs his fingers along her arm again, lightly dragging his nails, trying to make her shiver. Though now that she's brought his attention back to what happened earlier, he has an important question.]

Wanda... no one was watching, not even a glance until...

[Jelka. But he doesn't want to say her name and get them off on another tangent.]

Did you do that, make everyone look away?

[ She doesn't respond immediately. Looking down at his hips, she keeps her touch light a moment longer before she firms up her touch. Does she want to distract him from this line of thinking? Partly. Does she know the answer to his question? Maybe. Wanda's unsure of what happened at the park, other than the fact she willed no one to look and so no one did.

A funny coincidence? Doubtful. Everyone likes to look at Pietro. The girls do. Every and any chance they get, they look. ]

We wouldn't have been able to do that if people were looking.

[ Her heart picks up in its rhythm. He doesn't sound angry. He simply sounds curious. ]

I didn't do it on purpose. If it was me.

[ But who else could it have been? Wanda deliberately stays out of everyone's minds no matter how taxing it can be. But she's the only one with the ability to plant thoughts and discourage actions so subtly one would think it was their own. Hadn't that been what Strucker had liked most about her powers? That's all he wished to replicate. An army of soldiers who could control the enemy. ]

[It is distracting, pulling his focus back to himself again for a moment as he follows the movement of her hand, getting the friction he wants. In the park, they weren't being any more discreet really than they are right now, and Pietro is sure he wasn't exactly quiet. But no one looked. Any time he'd check, everyone in the park within range was minding their own business, even the most gossipy people among them. Could Wanda have done it without trying to? He thinks she could, the same way sometimes things float up slightly or rattle when she's upset. She doesn't have absolute control, after all this time, precision and awareness still things they both need to work on.]

I think it was you. A mass suggestion like they talked about.

[The ideas he thought a little too fanciful, that someone like Wanda could control an entire enemy army like a hivemind. But it could be possible.]

Maybe something simple, you just thought it, "don't look" or "no one can see us".

[She hadn't meant to, anxious thoughts on what she wanted to happen maybe being projected as a command without her active participation in it. He shifts away from those thoughts, he doesn't want to make it sound like he's concerned about it at all, how something like that could be done accidentally, so he goes for dismissive like they'd been talking about nothing important.]

You probably saved us some embarrassment there, yeah? Go harder again, you're slacking off.

[He bucks up into her hand for emphasis.]

[ Wanda's grateful for the distraction, however temporary it may be. They don't speak often about the powers they acquired from the sceptre. She hasn't asked again about what he saw when he did reach out and touch it. Did he see a glowing light? A silhouette? Did he see anything at all before the world went black?

She pushes her hand down harder, digging the heel of her palm into his crotch. She curls her fingers around the shape of his cock and massages him harder than before. ]

I did think it.

[ After weighing up the possibility of leaving it be, she doesn't. She doesn't want to. What if Pietro is worried she'll do it again? If he is, he'd say as much. Pietro's hardly shy in voicing his opinions. ]

"Don't look. No one can see. No one is interested." I knew they were going to look if I didn't.

[ And Wanda's selfish and greedy for time with Pietro, even when they have spent most of their time together before and will spend time together in the after. ]

Fuck.

[He hisses that out as her fingers dig in, there's too much fabric in the way now, and even the harder touches are starting to frustrate him as his arousal grows, more prominent heat pulsing down through his abdomen. He's still listening, but it filters in peripherally and his active attention is elsewhere as he squirms slightly, both wanting more and less.]

If you could do that with more precision, that would be great.

[He means that in reference to her powers used in a strategic fighting way, but considering what they're doing right now, it could apply to other things just as easily.]

[ Wanda looks at him with amusement before she shakes her head. At least this time there's no one around to inspire him to ruin this for the both of them. As much as Wanda wants to make him come in his pants, it's his birthday. She thinks it's only fair that she's somewhat kind to him today.

Tabling her powers for when he's not distracted by his arousal, Wanda gives him a firm squeeze. ]

Take off your pants, Pietro.

[ She removes her hand from his crotch. ]

[They're apparently done with the discussion of Wanda's powers, and right now Pietro isn't going to protest that. It's always come in bits and pieces, knowledge of each others abilities and the extent of control or limitations, and that isn't going to change with how often either he gets distracted by other things or she avoids conflict and speaking up. He makes an irritated noise at the loss of contact, but does as she says, tugging his pants and underwear down and dropping them on the floor beside the couch. It takes him a moment to get comfortable again, then he's waving her back the second he does, like Wanda had been the one taking too long to return to things.]

Enough with the interruptions, let's go.

[He's very tempted to touch himself, one hand hovering over the leaking tip of his cock, but he won't. It's just another hint for her to hurry up or she'll miss out.]

[ A part of her considers telling him she hadn't told him to take his underwear off, either, but Wanda refrains. She has a better idea of how to frustrate him.

Batting his hand away, she makes as though she's going to grab his cock, but Wanda lets her hand brush lightly against his belly before she takes her hand away. She breaks her cross-legged position and drops onto the floor. Smacking his leg to encourage him to widen them, she sits between them and rises on her knees.

Similarly to how he often teases her, Wanda ignores his cock for now and kisses his knee before moving up the length of his inner thigh. She rests her hands against his thighs, squeezing him tightly to try and give him a harder touch to go along with the soft press of her mouth. ]

[He'd demanded too much or tried to move it along too quickly for her liking, he can tell. She's going to tease as long as he can stand it, and Pietro expects her to put her hands anywhere but on his cock. Even knowing that, he's still frustrated at that brief trace of fingers over his stomach, just enough to spark heightened sensation. Once she's on her knees and kissing his thigh, that irritation shifts quickly to more heated arousal that stops him from making a comment. As Wanda sinks her fingers hard into his thighs, a low pleased noise works its way out of his mouth despite his attempt to swallow it, the squeezing adds more varied stimulation that he very much likes. He should have mentioned this whole issue far earlier.]

Shit.

[It's a quiet exhale of an exclamation, and he's finding it very difficult to keep his hands off his cock if she won't touch it. He digs his fingers into the arm of the couch, but his other hand still creeps along his hip, waiting for the right moment to stroke his fingers over his shaft, when she won't notice.]

Don't.

[ Wanda doesn't lift her head from where she perches against his inner thigh. She could easily turn and touch his cock, but given that he's inevitably going to touch himself, she decides to bide her time. Besides, in its own way, this is payback for his earlier moments of being utterly exasperating.

She continues to squeeze his knee as she nips at his skin, smiling now that she has the upper hand. Finally. Still, she doesn't pull away from his thigh, letting her lips brush against his skin. ]

If you do, I will go sit on the other side of the couch and keep my hands and mouth to myself.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject