explosion | OPEN POST.

[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.]

[ Quiet yet firm: ] Stop it.

[ 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.]

You're blaming me?

[ 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. ]

Yes.

[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.]

Please what?

[ 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.]

[ It's absolutely ridiculous sounding, except when it comes from him. When it comes from him, it's always everything. It doesn't matter to Wanda that it comes from silly romantic stories that could never really weather the real world.

Wanda smiles down at him before she presses her palm flat and firm against his chest. She'd much rather ride him slowly, see how long he lasts before he grows irritated and impatient and tries to take over, but that's how she often behaves with him when she gets to dictate their intimacy. She likes savouring it while he likes rushing through it, desperate to heed all of his instincts and insatiable appetite.

She's slow at first before she shifts her knees and gets comfortable straddling him. Pushing against his chest, she starts to move faster. She'll never be as fast as him, but she can be rougher than she usually is. Curling her fingers into his skin, she doesn't try and swallow down her noises. She pants sharply. Her skin warms and grows red. The sound of skin slapping against skin prompts heat to flood throughout her. With each undulation, she groans at the way he stretches her. She almost pulls off his cock completely before she pushes down, making him go as deep as he can inside of her.

Wanda glances away before she wills herself to peer down at him. If he can bare himself to her this evening, she can do the same. She's always liked to hide away, even from him in these moments, but instead, Wanda lifts her head up as she peers down at him. Red flashes beneath her eyes. ]

[Every noise she makes adds to his arousal, but he doesn't try to push her to go any faster than she is, not at first, not as long as he can stand it. She's making an effort to be rougher for him, and it's a compromise.]

Oh shit...

[That comes out quietly in a harsh breath, and it's full of admiration and lust as Pietro watches her. That glow is new, Wanda's noises are louder and unrestrained, and she's showing herself to him completely. He doesn't hold his own moans back either, not where he would usually bite his lip and try to stifle high pitched whines and squeaks that embarrass him. His efforts to keep with her rhythm begin to fail as she grinds herself down and lets him in so deep, and his movements become more insistent, only to slow again when she looks down at him with red in her eyes. It pierces him, and he stops trying to speed things up, but he does complain, words tumbling out before he really thinks about it, a haze of arousal clouding his brain.]

You could have your way a little faster. You are like a turtle.

[ Clutching at his shoulders, Wanda bows her head and ensures to properly grind down against him now. If he calls her a turtle, then she supposes she should make good on that by stopping her thrusting on him completely. She doesn't have a good comeback, not at this very moment as she instead closes her eyes and moans, liking how he moves inside her. ]

My knees hurt and you call me a turtle.

[ It comes out too breathily for her, but Wanda doesn't care. Her skin feels hot, her face is flushed, and her hair's sticking to her back and shoulders. She shakes her head, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest. She digs her fingers into his shoulders tightly, wanting to bruise him. When she tilts her head, she starts to move up and down his cock again, harder this time and as quick as she can muster, which must still feel slow to him. She doesn't look up at him, instead watching the way he disappears inside of her. ]

You've come twice now, Pietro. I am a generous turtle you should maybe be nicer to.

I forgot about your knees.

[He rolls his eyes, because he never believed they hurt, and really, that was ages ago and she's bringing it up again. He hisses as her fingers dig into his shoulders, and his breathing hitches and stutters once she starts to move faster and harder. It's good enough, he thinks, to draw out an orgasm soon. All he dares do to help it along is shift the angle of his hips slightly. There won't be any more attempts at taking control or demanding things, because he wants to come a third time.]

I'm sorry... You are a very generous turtle.

[He can't say it with any amount of sincerity, but he manages not to laugh.]

Do not laugh!

[ Wanda would laugh herself, but with him changing the angle of his hips, she can't help but gasp it out and make it sound utterly pathetic. She slows the rocking of her hips for moment before she continues to fuck herself on him. She inhales roughly, digging her nails into his shoulders as she uses him to help her move along his cock. He's enjoyed the roughness earlier; she doubts he'll mind that she's trying to embed bruises into his skin that won't heal over in a matter of hours. ]

You've been nothing but mean.

[ But even that comes out slow and like she's not committed to even saying the words. She's not. Wanda closes her eyes and pants, moaning loudly without a care if she's loud enough for her voice to seep through the walls. ]

[He doesn't mind the coming bruises at all, this is what he wanted, to feel and see her all over him in the morning, knowing she's left her mark of possession, thinking about it when he inevitably flirts with some girl at the market. Ensuring he'll never go further than that flirting, because he belongs to someone else. He can't properly sound offended at Wanda's comment, breathing too raggedly and interrupted by his own whines, but Pietro needs to address it.]

I'm not... mean...

[It's a flimsy statement more than a protest though, and a complete lie. He knows he is, and can't stop himself from saying any insulting things that come to him most of the time. But Wanda understands that, and she tolerates far more from him than she should have to. Her moaning sends a sudden spark of heat directly through his cock, and that's the point he can't hold off anymore, pushed over the edge finally as she clenches tight around him, every muscle tensing as he comes.]

[ She's proud making him come completely undone. Unable to sound off a quip, let alone form one of his own to try and underpin her attempts to poke at him now that she has the ability to. She continues to rock against his hips, but she no longer does so with the same intent as before.

Curling her fingers into his chest, she smiles down at him before she bows forward and brushes some of his hair away from his damp temple and kisses the corner of his mouth. His skin's a nice light shade of her scarlet power. She doesn't know how she does it, but she calls back those red ropes from his hands so that he can move freely—except for where she remains perched against his hips.

She kisses the other corner of his mouth to establish balance. And because she can. She has a feeling he'll let her.

Softly, she teases, ] Very, very mean. But it is a good thing that I'm a good teacher and will spank this out of you.

[ And she ignores how that prompts heat to curl in her belly. Now she gets to do something for Pietro that he likes. ]

[Once she's released her magic, he makes up for lost time with his twitching fingers immediately tangling in her hair, his other hand stroking down her spine, keeping her close. He squirms at her words, heat settling in his chest.]

You will have to be persistent. I forget things.

[He tugs on her hair then to pull her down just a little more, so he can kiss her roughly and insistently, taking back some of the control he'd relinquished.]

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