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[Distracted by picturing what Wanda's drawing with her finger, Pietro is less prepared when she does strike him again. The impact makes him tense and suck in a breath, somehow still releasing a choked whine of a noise at the same time. The sensation goes deeper, radiating heat and stinging pain that penetrates through the skin and muscle she's already made tender, leaving a sharp discomfort that fades into a pulsing ache. He squirms and focuses more attention at the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit while precum leaks all over his fingers and her stomach.]

Yes.

[Pietro could make some snarky and vague comment insinuating he wants it even harder, or that Wanda's failing at her task somehow just to be contrary, but he doesn't and she isn't, and so it shouldn't be said. It's some kind of achievement that he heeds those secondary countering thoughts for once and doesn't push impulsively.]

It's hard enough. Fuck, Wanda. Do it again. I want...

[It's rapidly spoken, and then trailed off as he bites back a moan, squeezing his cock too hard.]

Let me come soon.

[He will acknowledge none of his begging and pathetic actions here tomorrow.]

You can come whenever you want.

[ She smiles sweetly at him. It's not a lie; he can come any time he likes, but she wants an implication behind her smile. A promise of more after, especially if he wants it again, of her being a little more firm with him now that she understands what he likes. Right now, she wants him to enjoy himself.

This isn't the first time he's begged—it's always hidden in his mini-tantrums and exasperating comments—but it's the first time Wanda can remember Pietro doing so without pushing her buttons.

And when Wanda smacks him again, she does so harder and on the other cheek. ]

It's your birthday, Pietro. You can do whatever you want.

[ She digs her fingernails into his skin as she rubs the tender skin. But instead of letting him come down from it, she smacks him again on the other cheek, hard enough for her hand to sting. ]

[Her smile is disarming, and Pietro feels like she's letting him off easy in that regard, for a reason. One he doesn't think too hard on, because she's spanking him again and he pulls hard on his cock as he whines. He's so close and everything feels like it's overheating. He wants to make a smart comment, something, anything, but words won't formulate in his brain. He bites his lip as her nails dig into his ass. Wanda hits him again too soon, and it pushes him over the edge. Pietro loses his hold over everything, tensing with his fingers squeezing the head of his cock, an embarrassing high pitched squeak of a noise in his throat, and he comes, writhing in the aftermath when his skin still feels too hot and throbbing.]

[ What he finds embarrassing about that noise is what Wanda finds the most arousing. She doesn't smack him again, not wanting to overstimulate or confuse him. Instead, she takes this as her opportunity to grope him. She never takes advantage of the times when she can feel him up and he'll simply let her, and so she does now, grabbing his ass and palming his back. ]

I think you've learned some of your lesson for today.

[ She smiles up at him, ignoring the mess he's made between them and on her. Dragging the heel of her palm up and down his spine, Wanda shifts beneath him and stays where she is. ]

I liked it. Did you?

[ She wants to get ahead of him in case he's worried she didn't enjoy any of that. ]

[His skin burns under her fingers, but he presses against them eagerly, still wanting her touch all over him, shameless about it now after the fact. Even when he pulls his hand out from between them and everything is sticky and messy and the continued sting of her spanking now irritates him a little. He wriggles.]

Only some of?

[Pietro sounds half way indignant about that, but the expression in his eyes is soft. He arcs into her hand on his spine, searching her face for the truth in her words. That he hadn't made this awkward somehow. Wanda did like it, as she says.]

Yes. You are very good to me.

[It's a rare compliment from him, usually kept in his own thoughts, but he doesn't want to be sarcastic or dismissive about this when it was something new and unplanned.]

[ She smiles up at him, widening her eyes as though she's about to be completely insufferable about his compliment… but she'll tuck it away to remember when he's irritating her. He did like it, and she liked it, and she likes that he liked it and she's going to go in a circle if she so much as mutters to him what she's thinking.

Instead, Wanda nods. ]

Only some.

[ And sighs heavily, even though she's not annoyed at all. Wanda continues to trail her fingers up and down his spine gently. ]

You're not a very good student, Pietro. You never listen. How do I know you have learned anything if we don't repeat things over and over?

[Pietro makes some distant half-agreeable noise, his gaze drifting, his hands wandering. Everything he can do to point to him not listening, though he is, and he's clearly not distracted enough to ignore her fingers on his back.]

What? Did you say something?

[ Wanda walks her fingers along his spine and pushes her nails down hard to leave little crescents in her wake. She wants to mark him even if those marks are temporary. At least Pietro will know what it feels like to be hers. ]

Just something about what I wanted you to do to me.

[ She sighs heavily and shakes her head as though it's utterly disappointing he doesn't recall. And it's a shame that he doesn't, truly is. ]

I forgot what it was now. Too bad you did not hear it.

[He hisses as her nails dig in, and gives her all his attention.]

It is too bad.

[He frowns slightly and mirrors her disappointment, then shrugs.]

For you. But maybe you will remember tomorrow, and I can give you want you want then.

[ She considers posing the possibility of her not remembering at all, but then the loser in that is her and not him. ]

Hopefully my old age hasn't set in by then.

[ She walks her fingers up to the top of his spine before she digs her nails in and slowly drags them down the ridges, wondering if that'll earn her another hiss. ]

[He squirms slightly in frustration while she walks her fingers up — it's slow annoying little pokes. There are no complains though, because the scratching that follows is sharper, still slow, but much more enjoyable. Wanda gets that second hiss from him when she's dragged her nails halfway down his back.]

No matter how old you get, you will never be as old as me. So it can't 'set in'.

[Pietro knows that he makes no sense, but it's late.]

Oh, but I can be.

[ She likes that sound; she wants to hear it again. Copying what she did before, she walks her fingers firmly and speedily up his spine and along his nape. Tucking them into his hair, she drags her nails quickly down his back. ]

I am wise, and with wisdom comes age. Considering I am wiser than you, well…

[ She shrugs. Her logic is great. ]

[The hiss this time is accompanied by a quiet and drawn out 'mm' noise that could be described as a whiny moan, and Pietro doesn't bother being subtle about sliding his hand down between them again.]

When you put it that way... you're an old hag, I agree.

[It's somehow insulting both himself and her by recognising her wisdom.]

If I'm an old hag—

[ Doesn't that make him the oldest of hags? She'd suggest as much, but the movement of his hand distracts her. She frowns and, without thinking, wraps a vine of red magic around his wrist and tugs it back. While it's his birthday, Wanda refuses to let Pietro get away with everything. ]

You were behaving so well for an old man. Tsk.

[Pietro lets out a breathy noise of protest, but doesn't physically struggle against that little coil of magic, though he keeps his eye on it. She'd let go if he wanted her to, but he wonders how long she'd hold on if he doesn't demand that. It's twice tonight she'd allowed herself to take control that way, and he can't help but like that initiative, that she's not afraid of hurting him with abilities she's been apprehensive of so often. He shifts uncomfortably with those thoughts, because they bring further arousal. His fingers itch to touch his cock, and he's very tempted to go against her wishes, just to see what she would do.]

It is your fault I can't behave, teasing me like this.

[He presses his back against her nails for emphasis, and as a bid to distract her from where his free hand is creeping, though he knows she feels it sliding against her skin on the way to his hardening cock.]

I'm simply existing!

[ She sighs in exasperation and shakes her head. He's incorrigible, he really is… and he's knowingly or unknowingly handing her a great deal of power. She won't let him forget who he blames for his lack of control.

Just as she's about to drag her nails across his back again, he misbehaves. ]

Nuh-uh.

[ Without even looking at his hand, she curls her fingers against his back and red appears around his wrist, forcing his arm out from between their bodies and planting it with a jerk on the bed. The red doesn't disappear this time. ]

How many times must I tell you to listen, hm?

[He could ignore her again, pretend he didn't hear her or wasn't paying attention, push in that way. But tonight, at least for the moment while he can still feel a dull ache from her hand on his ass and the irritating slight burn left in the lines of her nails down his spine, Pietro's still capable of recognising his typical instinctive responses might be mixed signals, and he should be more direct about his interest than dismissive.]

Just a few more times. I think I might pick it up then.

[Nothing in his tone implies he thinks he actually will. He makes sure to keep eye contact, a challenge reflected in his, as he starts to move his hips and grind slowly against her thigh.]

[ She has it on good authority that he won't. And if he does, he'll unlearn it all just to be taught once more. It's something she hopes happens.

Gasping roughly, she shifts her thigh but doesn't move it away. Lifting her leg up slightly in silent encouragement for him to grind against her, she shakes her head and pretends that she's not enabling him at all.

She peers up at him sternly, frowning as though he's truly getting on her last nerve. ]

I will tie you to the bed if you keep trying to touch yourself, Pietro.

[He raises an eyebrow and nods pointedly at his hand, flat against the bed where she'd left it. His fingers twitch, but he hasn't moved it.]

I'm not touching myself.

[Technically, it's true. He's getting around that blatantly and continues to do so, grinding more intently. Clearly, Wanda approves of this, lifting her leg for him to get a better angle. It's not a transgression.]

[ Narrowing her eyes slightly, Wanda doesn't argue. How can she? He's technically telling the truth. But she glances down between them, pushing her leg up into him. She likes that he's not hiding his desire for her. It's a contrast to how they usually are, tucking it away so that no one else can see and take it from them.

But Wanda wants to take this away from Pietro to see how he reacts. Without warning, she extends her leg out to melt her thigh into the bed and away from him as much as possible. ]

[Pietro makes a quiet offended noise as she moves her leg, as if he hadn't expected her to do that. Argue maybe, try to twist his words to dismiss them, but not deprive him of what he'd thought was a win for him.]

Wanda...

[It comes out too whiny of a complaint, and he writhes a little, but she's taken his good angles and it's just frustrating when he was trying to build up to something. And what's more irritating is that the frustration itself somehow brings twinges of arousal through his abdomen, and he knows it's because she's taking control and directing things without giving in to him. She wins if he touches himself, but he's going to, he knows it. It's inevitable. Despite Pietro's best efforts to keep his hands where they are, his determination only lasts 37 seconds — he's quick with it this time, so he can get a few rough strokes in before Wanda does something about it.]

[ He honestly can't help himself—and Wanda's grateful for that.

She doesn't snatch his hand away despite wanting to. Instead, she does as she's done before, looping a thick red string of magic around his wrists and pulling his hands away from between their bodies and off his cock. Rather than plant them on either side of her head, she wills magic to push him onto his back so she can straddle him and pin his hands above his head with her magic. ]

I warned you, Pietro.

[ Ensuring to settle right on top of his cock, she plants her hands on his chest and digs her nails into his skin. ]

[It's more difficult to squirm with her sitting on his hips, but Pietro tries, all the scratches and bruises and his tender hot skin much harder to ignore once he's on his back and he can't get comfortable — which he suspects is part of the point. It's at least keeping his attention. He pulls lightly against her magic rope, just to test things. Every time he moves though, his muscles twitch with the shifting of his cock underneath her, and the urge to do something about it only get stronger when her nails dig into his chest, sparking a hot crackling of nerves that travels down to his abdomen.]

Then you do something about it.

[If he can't touch himself, she has to. It's only fair. Though his tone isn't demanding, falling more into sulking as his fingers twitch and he fidgets, twisting his wrists as if he might slide one easily out of her oddly solid tendrils of magic.]

Nuh-uh.

[ Wanda shakes her head as she smiles down at him. Of course, he'll be able to get out of her magical binds if he truly wants to, but she doubts that's what he desires. She's never really done this before; she's never used her powers against him in this manner. She's never thought about it.

Pressing her palms flat against his chest, she pushes down against him before she starts to roll her hips against his cock. Inhaling sharply, she closes her eyes as she rocks against him. It's so blatantly unlike herself, but Wanda's always felt empowered and inspired when left to her own devices with Pietro. ]

Fuck.

[It escapes in a half sucked-in breath as Wanda starts to rock against him. Too slow, but part of him thinks that's worth it to get to watch her like this. Pietro can take in every shift in her expression, every tiny shiver in her body that might escape anyone else's eyes. There are few things he likes more than seeing her taking pleasure she wants for herself without being shy about it or holding back.]

You're so hot like this.

[He means it, but he makes it sound like that fact is annoying him, and he tries to move his hips to control hers, to shift them to a faster rhythm.]

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