[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.]
[ 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…
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ Curling her nails into his chest, Wanda stares down at him as she considers pushing her hips down into his. And she does so, damning to hell her own uncertainties. If Pietro's going to be a pest, then she can be one, too. And it'll help her ignore how her skin's hot all over from his words. ]
You had your chance to lead this and you hovered and misbehaved instead.
[ Wanda punctuates that with a purposeful slow and hard roll of her hips. She ignores her shiver and soft gasp at how good it feels to rub her clit against his cock. ]
[His abdominal muscles tighten at that command in Wanda's voice, and he bites his lip when her nails dig in. Pietro wants to look away from that stare, but he can't, drawn to it even as he feels heat burn across his face. He doesn't move after she shifts her weight, not his hips at least, though he can't help fidgeting, distracting himself with releasing energy through twitching and picking at the string around his wrists. All he wants is Wanda to ride him properly, not this excruciatingly slow grinding, and he whines quietly in frustration. It's not enough sensation for him, and at the same time too much.]
You made it so easy to.
[It sounds accusatory, and he's absolutely blaming his lack of self-control on her.]
[ She pretends to be offended, lifting her brows and peering down at him incredulously. But what she hopes he never discovers is how heat pools in her belly at his confession. Pietro's offered her so many truths this evening that she feels she needs more hands to cup them all. She'll keep them safe, tucked away in her journals and other important possessions that she hopes the bombs will never take from her.
As punishment, she pushes her hips down firmly against him, inhaling shakily and closing her eyes as she purposefully grinds against him. She'd go faster, but that would simply reward undeserving behaviour. ]
[He gets that confirmation of her culpability out while he can, before her slow and heavy grinding has his speech devolving into nothing but whines, frustrated noises, and occasional low moans. Pietro tries to keep still despite the building tension and heightened awareness that comes with constant stimulation that never goes far enough, and he manages for the most part, ignoring how hot and uncomfortable his skin feels, the itch to take control back, and the desire to run his hands all over her body as she moves so slowly against him.]
Wanda, please...
[He doesn't finish, and didn't even want to say that much, but it forced itself out of his mouth with a whine in his throat.]
[ Before, she'd have simply given in and given him what he wanted. But Wanda's having entirely too much fun rocking against him and teasing him. He's given her too much power this evening. He's let her grip the reins so fiercely they're almost embedded into her palms. ]
If you want something, you know to ask, Pietro.
[ And she emphasises that with the slow, firm rolling of her hips against his cock. ]
[You know what I want — Pietro wants to say it, snap it out in frustration, but he doesn't. He writhes just a little, moving his hips up a few times before willing himself to stop. He knows right now, with the way she's moving against him, with the tone she uses, that she's not going to give in. Not tonight. Holding out on asking for it is difficult, and his nerves are flayed and tingling, everything's too hot. After a few moments, he makes an irritated noise and rolls his eyes.]
Just fuck me, Wanda!
[It's too loud, and not asking, and Pietro needs to amend it.]
Would you... please... let me... I want to be inside you.
[That's still not asking really, but he's deeming it good enough.]
[ Heat shoots throughout her. She needs to do this more. His desperation warms her skin and makes her skin feel clammy, and heat pools in her belly in a way that she finds addictive. She peers down at him and considers denying him, but she doesn't wish to dissuade him from asking for what he wants again. Despite being so confident, he's never been one to ask. He pushes and prods and pokes, but he never asks.
She nods. Her voice comes out quietly. ]
Because you've been good.
[ And because he's asked, and because she wants it, too.
She pushes against her knees, lifting up so that she can easily grasp his cock in her hand. She doesn't break eye contact with him despite wanting to hide away from being so bold. When she guides him to her and sinks down onto him, she closes her eyes and parts her lips and doesn't try to silence her own moan.
Then she starts to move, a couple of slow rolls of her hips before she pushes her hands against his belly and starts to move up and down his cock. ]
[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.]
[ Wanda often prides herself on being able to understand Pietro even when his words come out as a tight tangle. He could say those words fifty times over in a second and she'd still know what it is he's muttering. She likes them. A Pietro who can't string a sentence together is a Pietro who's definitely long gone.
She rocks her hips hard, keeping each undulation slow but firm. She knows he wants it faster, but Wanda likes the way he moves inside of her at this pace and intensity.
Although she wishes for her voice to be firm, it comes out breathy and soft. ]
Do I let you go? Or do I have my way with you instead? So many hard decisions, Pietro.
[ And he'd happily pull her magic back from his wrists if he so much as wanted it. She's surprised her magic has lingered even though her concentration has shifted elsewhere. ]
[They are hard decisions, and Pietro holds off a second on responding, weighing his options while he's still on a roll in regards to self-awareness. Every rough slide of her tight slick muscles around his cock is both insufferably slow, and very pleasurable. He could take control back, grab Wanda's hips firmly, dig his nails in, thrust into her quickly while slamming her hips down against his. Things he thinks about when he's verging on the edge of orgasm and can't quite get there as fast as he wants. And he may whine about her slowness, and could demand she hurry up, facilitate it himself, but he's not going to. Not tonight. Not while he's been able to mostly communicate his desires without issue and have her indulge him in shameful acts that he will never speak about... So he squirms slightly, tugging lightly at her magic restraints, but with no intention of freeing himself.]
Have your way with me.
[It's a ridiculous phrase that belongs elsewhere, to some fantasy romance novel maiden, but Pietro will make it work in their tiny and far from romantic bedroom with flaking plaster on the ceiling, crooked floorboards, and a bed frame that creaks.]
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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.
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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.]
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[ 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?
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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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[ Curling her nails into his chest, Wanda stares down at him as she considers pushing her hips down into his. And she does so, damning to hell her own uncertainties. If Pietro's going to be a pest, then she can be one, too. And it'll help her ignore how her skin's hot all over from his words. ]
You had your chance to lead this and you hovered and misbehaved instead.
[ Wanda punctuates that with a purposeful slow and hard roll of her hips. She ignores her shiver and soft gasp at how good it feels to rub her clit against his cock. ]
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You made it so easy to.
[It sounds accusatory, and he's absolutely blaming his lack of self-control on her.]
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[ She pretends to be offended, lifting her brows and peering down at him incredulously. But what she hopes he never discovers is how heat pools in her belly at his confession. Pietro's offered her so many truths this evening that she feels she needs more hands to cup them all. She'll keep them safe, tucked away in her journals and other important possessions that she hopes the bombs will never take from her.
As punishment, she pushes her hips down firmly against him, inhaling shakily and closing her eyes as she purposefully grinds against him. She'd go faster, but that would simply reward undeserving behaviour. ]
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[He gets that confirmation of her culpability out while he can, before her slow and heavy grinding has his speech devolving into nothing but whines, frustrated noises, and occasional low moans. Pietro tries to keep still despite the building tension and heightened awareness that comes with constant stimulation that never goes far enough, and he manages for the most part, ignoring how hot and uncomfortable his skin feels, the itch to take control back, and the desire to run his hands all over her body as she moves so slowly against him.]
Wanda, please...
[He doesn't finish, and didn't even want to say that much, but it forced itself out of his mouth with a whine in his throat.]
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[ Before, she'd have simply given in and given him what he wanted. But Wanda's having entirely too much fun rocking against him and teasing him. He's given her too much power this evening. He's let her grip the reins so fiercely they're almost embedded into her palms. ]
If you want something, you know to ask, Pietro.
[ And she emphasises that with the slow, firm rolling of her hips against his cock. ]
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Just fuck me, Wanda!
[It's too loud, and not asking, and Pietro needs to amend it.]
Would you... please... let me... I want to be inside you.
[That's still not asking really, but he's deeming it good enough.]
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She nods. Her voice comes out quietly. ]
Because you've been good.
[ And because he's asked, and because she wants it, too.
She pushes against her knees, lifting up so that she can easily grasp his cock in her hand. She doesn't break eye contact with him despite wanting to hide away from being so bold. When she guides him to her and sinks down onto him, she closes her eyes and parts her lips and doesn't try to silence her own moan.
Then she starts to move, a couple of slow rolls of her hips before she pushes her hands against his belly and starts to move up and down his cock. ]
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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.]
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She rocks her hips hard, keeping each undulation slow but firm. She knows he wants it faster, but Wanda likes the way he moves inside of her at this pace and intensity.
Although she wishes for her voice to be firm, it comes out breathy and soft. ]
Do I let you go? Or do I have my way with you instead? So many hard decisions, Pietro.
[ And he'd happily pull her magic back from his wrists if he so much as wanted it. She's surprised her magic has lingered even though her concentration has shifted elsewhere. ]
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Have your way with me.
[It's a ridiculous phrase that belongs elsewhere, to some fantasy romance novel maiden, but Pietro will make it work in their tiny and far from romantic bedroom with flaking plaster on the ceiling, crooked floorboards, and a bed frame that creaks.]
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