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[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.]

[ And so is he, which makes them quite the pair. Wanda keeps her comments to herself for now, smiling around his cock instead. She'd make an active effort of counting down the seconds before he inevitably breaks her terms and reaches for her, but she doesn't wish to take her attention away from him.

Wanda purposefully moves slowly. She takes more of him into her mouth, but hardly as much or as deep as he wants. She slides her tongue against him and hollows her cheeks slightly to suck. But everything she does is slow and soft, much like how she likes to treat him. She considers going harder, but Pietro squirming and cursing above her is much more appetising.

Ignoring the curl of heat in her low belly, Wanda digs her hand against his thigh as she ensures not to squeeze him too tight in her other hand. She moves her head along his cock, back and forth in what she hopes is agonisingly slow. ]

[His breathing becomes hitched and stuttering, her slow sucking far too drawn out and not hard or intense enough, leaving him in that space she seems too adept at getting him to where every sensation is not enough and at the same time prolonged and constant. Pietro focuses on her hand instead, her fingers firm against his thigh but still somehow too light. It serves as enough of a distraction from the most frustrating aspects of Wanda's methods, allowing him to let the build up of stimulation rise without breaking too much, even if his louder moans come out laced with irritation and growling.]

Wanda, just...

[He won't beg yet, they've just started from her point of view, though he starts to move more insistently, inching his hips forward and trying to be subtle about it.]

[ She wants him to beg, but after the conversation they've just had, she's mindful of not trying to be overly irritating to an unfun degree.

At the shift of his hips, she decides to take that as his verbal request to change it up slightly. While she wants to continue torturing him—it's always so much fun having Pietro come apart beneath or on top of her—she doesn't take him any further into her mouth but sucks harder. Sometimes she can be too light, and Wanda wishes for him to feel her all around him, from the hot warmth of her mouth to the way she glides her tongue along him as she moves her head. ]

Shit.

[It's enough of a change to bring more arousal than frustration, and Pietro makes note than she had been listening to him and trying to mix it up. He tightens his grip on her hair, but still doesn't pull, and as she sucks deeper, a wave of heat from his abdomen rushes straight down to his cock. Every rough glide of Wanda's tongue over his heated flesh makes his stomach muscles twitch and he squirms a little. He sighs in annoyance to offset that sign of enjoyment.]

Can't you go a little faster?

[ Wanda hums around him, although she's not quite sure if it sounds like a 'no' or 'yes' or nothing at all

But because he's asked for it, Wanda does it, wondering when Pietro will soon regret ever telling her that he grows frustrated at her slowness every time she takes it on board and changes her speed. She almost pulls him entirely from her mouth before she sucks on him again, moving her head a little faster to try and give him some of the friction that he's after. She doesn't soften her mouth, intending to make him feel tense and hot all over by the warm heat of her.

Moving her hand from his thigh, she blindly slides it up his hip and to his belly, curling her fingers into his skin to try and feel the movement of his muscles. She glides her nails against him, wanting him to stop thinking and demanding and simply relax into her giving him more than just one sensation. ]

[The humming itself gets a reaction, an immediate little twitch. He lets out a very quiet but irritated breath as Wanda pulls away, thinking he'd been too demanding and she might just stop altogether, but she doesn't. The change in pace and intensity has him making more pleased noises, even a muttered 'yes' as Pietro tries not to move his hips too much in response. Her nails split his focus even more, and he seeks them out, arcing into them even if his skin beneath them quivers. There are no comments, only a tug on her hair, not too hard, but not at all soft.]

[ Is this what finally shuts Pietro up? Wanda will have to keep it up her sleeve for future use.

She digs her nails into his belly as she takes more of him into her mouth. As delightful as it is to tease him inch by inch, when Wanda pulls away from his cock, the next time she takes him into her mouth, it's all the way. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks hard, wanting to feel him buck breath her and lose what little semblance of control he has. Pietro has been so good in abiding by her terms, but she had proposed them so he'd break them.

She moans and shifts on her knees, and curls her fingers into his stomach hard enough to leave white lines. ]

[Pietro hisses as her nails dig into his stomach, just as he'd wanted, she's giving him varied sensations and a mix of hard and soft, very much working as intended. She moves further along his cock, only to stop and pull back again, and Pietro whines before he can stop himself, thinking his victory here might be short-lived and expecting nothing but more teasing.]

Fuck.

[That comes out almost in a gasp as he's proven wrong, and he clutches the arm of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white. Wanda's mouth is hot and wet, the pressure of suction intense. It doesn't take long for all of his nerves to crackle and his hips jerk involuntarily, but he tries to pull back from thrusting hard into her mouth. When she moans, reverberating around him, he yanks on her hair, releasing a half-strangled noise that might have been an attempt at her name.]

[ One of her favourite things is making Pietro lose control. He thinks less. He's less guarded. He stops stopping himself from letting himself go boneless. He'll always try and be one step ahead and protect them both, but she doubts he really needs to protect them from anything right now. At this moment, she gets to take care of him—a rare instance she has to steal.

Wanda moans again when he yanks on her hair, although this time the sound is long and low. She breathes heavily through her nose and ignores the ache between her legs and the heat clamming at her nape. She takes him a little deeper before she pulls back, expecting that he'll start jerking his hips again. She wants to remain as in control as possible. Doing so means going slow, but she doesn't want to irritate him when she wants to pleasure him instead. Finding that middle ground's going to be a lesson in itself, but she tries to heed Pietro's wishes by sucking hard on the head of his cock and curling her fingers into his belly as though that's enough of a signal that she doesn't mind him yanking or pushing his hips into her. ]

[His control slips further as she moans again, compulsively tugging on her hair and squirming under the press of her fingers. When Wanda moves back to the head of his cock, Pietro growls in irritation that sounds more desperate than anything, and he follows her movements not long after, thrusting deeper into her mouth, wanting more of the heat and friction she'd interrupted by shifting her focus again.]

Shit, Wanda. You're... fuck.

[Anything positive or praising he may have wanted to say gets lost in translation from his brain to his mouth, and she only gets inarticulate vulgarity for her efforts.]

[ She's not going to let him forget this. Reduced to nothing but words that, when strung together, make absolutely no sense. But, to Wanda, it's all the praise she needs.

Smiling, she sucks harder, moving along his shaft as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She controls her breathing as best as she can, especially when she lets the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She curls her fingers tightly against his belly, scraping hard now as though she's capable of leaving any permanent marks on him.

She hums for good measure—and The Brady Bunch theme, at that. ]

[His stomach tightens when the tip of his cock makes contact with the back of Wanda's throat. He's incapable of forming words at all any longer, and the movement of his hips becomes erratic and jerky in his bid to control himself for another couple of minutes if he can. Everything feels too hot and still he shivers slightly. Despite her terrible choice of melody, the continued humming sets Pietro off and he makes some insistent noise while pulling at her hair in a different way, an attempt to signal he's going to come soon, and she probably has less than a half a minute to react, if he's being generous with his estimate.]

[ While Wanda does enjoy the instances where Pietro comes on himself, she doesn't pull away from him. She sucks harder, enjoying the way that he's no longer in control of his movements. And if he is, it's not the refined control she's used to from him. She hums that melody he hates so much, taking great pleasure in knowing it is causing him pleasure. There's something a little sadistic about it that Wanda enjoys.

And to guarantee that he'll continue to evade the grasp of his control, she's quick to glide her hand down his belly and snake it beneath him to gently stroke one of his balls. ]

[Pietro's fingers at the arm of the couch begin to vibrate as he tries to dig them deeper into the worn and thinly padded surface that has little give. He loses all rhythm to his thrusts, falling out of any conscious movement there, Wanda's harder sucking instantly sending too any synapses firing at once, and he writhes uncomfortably with his last attempts to hold off. He can't, not once her fingers run over his balls, the new sensation enough to push him over the edge quickly. Another strangled noise leaves his throat as his muscles tense and he comes into the wet heat of her mouth.]

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