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[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.

[He has a soft growl for that admonishment, though it was only to be expected from Wanda, once she feels like she's in control she likes to keep it that way. Pietro moves his hand from his hip, but he's not sure where to put it, twitching fingers hovering above his thigh, ready to trail up her arm.]

Can I touch you?

[It's spoken churlishly, irritated at himself for even asking, for putting that decision in her hands without protest, but her ultimatum is not to be considered and he doesn't want to do something else she'll disapprove of and stop for. Not at this stage.]

[ She considers saying no. He's to keep his hands to himself and behave, but... again, it's his birthday—and he's admitted something intimate to her that she doesn't wish to dissuade him from exploring it. Does his impatience extend to how he touches her or is it only when he's being touched?

Despite knowing her answer, Wanda makes a show of humming loudly in a bid to pretend she's contemplating it. ]

Yes.

[ She considers her terms but decides to give him free rein. Sometimes it's fun to give Pietro no boundaries. Most of the time, it's utterly exasperating. ]

Yes?

[That answer surprises him, but he doesn't hesitate to run his fingers over her arm, slow and soft for as long as he can manage it. Pietro may have some issues with continual touch, but it's when he can't control it, touching her doesn't bring the same build up of sensations that slip into overstimulation. She might not even notice when he pauses, or shifts the force of his fingers slightly, strokes along one barely different path over the same patch of skin. It's different.]

This helps too, you know.

[He may as well volunteer information while he's thinking about it, because tomorrow they'll never touch on it again.]

Something to focus on when it starts to get too much. It's why I like to play with your hair.

[He has other reasons for that too, but occupying his fingers by twisting the soft tendrils around them tempers a lot of the edging sometimes.]

I like it when you play with my hair.

[ Although, that's as obvious as water being wet. Wanda can be angry at him and the moment he plays with her hair, she's pleased. She could be incapable of sleep, and the moment he threads his fingers through her hair, she's dreaming. ]

Even when you knot it, which is all the time. [ She chuckles against his thigh before grazing her teeth against his skin. All this talk is distracting her, but it's only encouraging her edging even more. But it does help her in the one task she's set herself: bruise him where only he can see it as a reminder that he's hers. She sucks on his skin, determined to leave a blemish. ]

It's only all of the time because you are a tease.

[Pietro sucks in a breath and his fingers stall momentarily in their stroking, the hint of teeth and her hot mouth against his skin makes his thigh muscle twitch. Wanda might be slower and more meticulous with marking than he tends to be, but he appreciates both of those things for the moment, feeling that patch of skin heat up and tingle.]

You make it fun.

[ And he encourages her to be bold and go after what she wants, which is stirring him. She stays at his thigh for a few moments before she deems her work complete. His bruise will hopefully show, and if not… she thinks it's only fair that she gets to try it again. ]

Don't pull too hard.

[ Wanda doesn't look up at him when she grasps his cock in her hand. Rubbing her thumb gently against it, she strokes him a few times before she moves her head away from his thigh. Perhaps he'll wish she stuck to kissing and sucking his thigh instead; when she takes his cock into her mouth, it's only shallow. She licks at the head and grips his thigh with her other hand. ]

So I bring it on myself, do I?

[He scoffs, taking her warning as permission to tangle his fingers in her hair, which he does, only tugging gently, despite wanting to yank on it the second she grabs his cock. He tightens his grip on the soft strands, freezing in his movements while she starts licking at just the tip of his cock. A frustrated noise spills out of his throat, a gruff kind of half-whine, and he can't help from pushing his hips forward just a little.]

Fuck, do you have to be so slow?

[His complaint is tinged with just as much lust as irritation, and he starts winding her hair around his fingers again.]

[ Yes.

Wanda smiles and doesn't pull away despite being tempted to. That'd definitely frustrate him, but she wishes for his frustration to build in a specific way. She wants him to keep checking himself every time he wants to tug on her hair, and she wants to know that moment when he stops being so tightly wound up and in control. Instead, she simply taps her fingers against his thigh to convey her response.

She continues to drag her tongue along the head of his cock before she slides a little more into her mouth. She intends to make this achingly slow until he genuinely tells her to stop moving at such a sloth-like pace. Wanda wants him to feel everything; rushing only results in him not enjoying the way her tongue curls around the side of him. ]

[Every pass of Wanda's tongue is agonisingly, purposefully, slow. The texture and undulation as she curls her tongue spark individual pulses of electricity in his nerves. Pietro digs his fingers harder into the arm of the couch instead of her hair, keeping his hold there looser as he pulls with very little force. His abdomen tightens as he looks down to watch her mouth on his cock, and he lets out another low whine, pressing his toes into the floor hard to stop himself from giving in and pushing forward further into her mouth.]

You are infuriating.

[It's spoken affectionately, despite the scratchy whisper of a tone.]

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