[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.
[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.]
[ 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.]
[ Before she can think of informing him that he's old and therefore him forgetting things makes too much sense, he's kissing her. Perhaps she can withhold from insulting him for now, especially if he's going to keep his hand on her back and let her lie down against him. It'll be short-lived, as some things are with him, but it'll be enough for her.
Moaning low in her throat at the tug of her hair, she smiles against his lips before she decides to break the kiss by sucking on his bottom lip. He might be trying to regain control, but Wanda's had a good taste of it and she doesn't feel like handing it over so easily. ]
[She draws quiet groans from him with her attention to his lip, and he shifts his hips pointedly, fingernails digging into her back slightly. He needs to get things back on track.]
You don't want me to go a fourth time, do you? Stop teasing.
[ She does. Will he be so satiated and boneless that he doesn't move for the majority of tomorrow? It's something she's curious about. He's let her have him before, over and over, but there's always been a limit to it. ]
Stop moving. You are meant to enjoy the after.
[ She pushes her hips down firmly against his, ignoring that she gasps, and presses her hands hard on his shoulders. ]
[He doesn't stop moving, not after all the time he'd just spent trying not to, urging things along before he gets too aroused again. Ignoring her firm grip on his shoulders, he moves his hand from her hair to her hip, digging his fingers in at the bone, intent on marking her too.]
[ He's meant to enjoy the after with a cuddle, although… that's not really what Wanda wants, either. She shifts roughly against him when he digs his fingers into her hipbone. ]
Pietro.
[ It comes out more as a reprimand than she'd like. This is the problem with him; when he touches her, she becomes all out of sorts. Gentleness becomes roughness and impatience becomes patient. He really is to blame for many things.
She peers down at him before she roughly tugs in a breath. ]
[He makes an irritated noise, thinking Wanda might demand he stop touching her, or anything, again, but she doesn't. He raises an eyebrow in mild confusion, his expression then quickly shifting to a smirk.]
Harder? You want it harder?
[It's not the time to mock her choice, but he does, simply because it's unexpected. Pietro doesn't hesitate to dig his fingers in far more firmly than he would normally go, at her hip and at her back. He's taking the opportunity he's been given.]
[ She flushes furiously and tugs in a harsh breath. Considering how he's been so adamant she be rough, well… she wants to see what the fuss is about. And he's always manhandling her when they're out and about. This would be no different. ]
I'm not made of glass and I don't always want to be treated like I am.
[He rolls his eyes and snorts. Pietro could say the same thing about how Wanda treats him sometimes, only it's not from a physical standpoint that way. He says nothing though, simply giving her what she says she wants, taking more control back, bringing both hands to her hips to dig his fingers into her flesh hard and insistent, and moves his hips sharply as his cock continues to get hard again.]
Do you want more?
[One of his hands vibrates, and he raises an eyebrow. He hasn't tried to focus vibration solely with his cock, and might not be able to do it with any semblance of precision like his fingers or his tongue, but the suggestion is there.]
[ She tugs in a stuttering, loud breath. Peering down at his vibrating hands, she tries her best not to appear too affected by it. But it's impossibly hard, given how unexpected the sensation had been. ]
Yes.
[ Her voice is quiet and shy. She supposes this is why he doubts she wants him to be rougher, but she does. He's made her feel unafraid now that he's requested it, and perhaps Wanda wishes to be reminded that Pietro simply can't restrain himself when it comes to her. ]
But I don't want to fuck you this way. [ She ignores how her face flushes and she wishes to hide behind her hands. If he can be brave, so can she. ] Not with me on top.
[His stomach tightens with the way she flushes at being so bold. It gets to him every time she pushes past that urge to hide away. He accommodates her without any teasing about it, flipping them easily and assuring he doesn't pull out too far in the process, settling on top of her and taking some of his weight on his arms. His hips twitch as he shifts to find a good position. Slowly at first, as if he's being too cautious about it, vibrations run through his entire body — that's the way he's going to have to do this he's discovered, after only a couple of seconds trying to focus it more narrowly on a less individually mobile area.]
Tell me if it's too much.
[His words waver and have a buzzy echo to them, and when he starts to thrust, it's sharp and driving, trusting Wanda won't let him go more roughly than she really wants him to, won't let him hurt her. It's trust that's difficult to give, but Pietro has left a lot of trust in her hands tonight already.]
[ The sensation is strange, to say the least. She gasps and tries not to think too much about it, wanting to enjoy this different feeling.
She shifts against the bed, widening her legs as she tries to push her hips up to his. She watches him, thinking he looks a little different now. He's not as sharp as he often is, which she supposes is the vibrations. Does he feel different? Does he feel anything?
Pressing her feet into the bed, she doesn't try t still the movements of her body as he thrusts. She trails her fingertips along his biceps, liking the fluttery sensation travelling down her arms. She keeps her fingertips pressed against his skin, liking how his vibrations don't stop the moment she touches him.
Swallowing a moan, she peers up at him with wonder. Her lips part as she pants, uncaring if her words come out in twisted moans and all too quietly. ]
[With her fingers pressed against his skin, the way she spreads her legs and invites him further, he knows she likes it. His expression might not be clear to her, and Pietro wonders about that, what she sees, if she can read his eyes or not. But hers, hers are perfect in this moment, and he doesn't think Wanda's ever looked at him this way before, something verging on awe mixed with affection. He moves one hand to the side of her face, running his thumb over her parted lips.]
No. It doesn't hurt.
[Not like his hand when it shakes on its own, when he can't control it. This is deliberate, and he can't really explain what it does feel like, but he tries.]
It is like... before a shock from static.
[Energy build up without being released, waiting for that ignition. A charge. Something. If he knew anything about kinetics, if HYDRA had ever explained the details of things they researched and wrote of up files about, he might have a better description to go on.]
[ She furrows her brows as she tries to recall what that feeling feels like, but it's a little hard to focus when he's… feeling like that. She's been so worked up by him since the couch that she isn't quite sure how she's managing to think words, let alone speak them. All she wants is to chase that feeling without overstimulating herself. ]
It doesn't hurt me, either.
[ In case he worries she asks because it does. It doesn't. It feels good. Better than she realised vibrations could feel. It's a little strange to think that he's the reason why, but… it also syncs in perfectly.
She inhales sharply and holds her breath before she forces herself to relax. The sensations are almost as tingly as her hand had been when smacking him. ]
You're like a vibrator.
[ She blushes and laughs, although her laughter quickly morphs into a moan where she can't quite catch her breath. She jerks her hips upward. ]
Maybe better? [ She purses her lips and makes a show of shrugging. ] I don't know.
[It's an embarrassing comparison, but he snorts, trying to hold back any laugh of his own. Between this and the spanking, Pietro is ignoring this night ever happened come tomorrow. Wanda dreamt it, and he will stick by that claim even if he still sports obvious bruises.]
It is better.
[And he punctuates that with pushing himself a little further, increasing the speed of vibration and his thrusts, his hands firmly grasping her sides underneath her ribs.]
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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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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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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Moaning low in her throat at the tug of her hair, she smiles against his lips before she decides to break the kiss by sucking on his bottom lip. He might be trying to regain control, but Wanda's had a good taste of it and she doesn't feel like handing it over so easily. ]
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You don't want me to go a fourth time, do you? Stop teasing.
[It's her turn, and then maybe they can sleep.]
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[ She does. Will he be so satiated and boneless that he doesn't move for the majority of tomorrow? It's something she's curious about. He's let her have him before, over and over, but there's always been a limit to it. ]
Stop moving. You are meant to enjoy the after.
[ She pushes her hips down firmly against his, ignoring that she gasps, and presses her hands hard on his shoulders. ]
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[He doesn't stop moving, not after all the time he'd just spent trying not to, urging things along before he gets too aroused again. Ignoring her firm grip on his shoulders, he moves his hand from her hair to her hip, digging his fingers in at the bone, intent on marking her too.]
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Pietro.
[ It comes out more as a reprimand than she'd like. This is the problem with him; when he touches her, she becomes all out of sorts. Gentleness becomes roughness and impatience becomes patient. He really is to blame for many things.
She peers down at him before she roughly tugs in a breath. ]
I think if you're to grip, you're to grip harder.
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Harder? You want it harder?
[It's not the time to mock her choice, but he does, simply because it's unexpected. Pietro doesn't hesitate to dig his fingers in far more firmly than he would normally go, at her hip and at her back. He's taking the opportunity he's been given.]
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[ She flushes furiously and tugs in a harsh breath. Considering how he's been so adamant she be rough, well… she wants to see what the fuss is about. And he's always manhandling her when they're out and about. This would be no different. ]
I'm not made of glass and I don't always want to be treated like I am.
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Do you want more?
[One of his hands vibrates, and he raises an eyebrow. He hasn't tried to focus vibration solely with his cock, and might not be able to do it with any semblance of precision like his fingers or his tongue, but the suggestion is there.]
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Yes.
[ Her voice is quiet and shy. She supposes this is why he doubts she wants him to be rougher, but she does. He's made her feel unafraid now that he's requested it, and perhaps Wanda wishes to be reminded that Pietro simply can't restrain himself when it comes to her. ]
But I don't want to fuck you this way. [ She ignores how her face flushes and she wishes to hide behind her hands. If he can be brave, so can she. ] Not with me on top.
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Tell me if it's too much.
[His words waver and have a buzzy echo to them, and when he starts to thrust, it's sharp and driving, trusting Wanda won't let him go more roughly than she really wants him to, won't let him hurt her. It's trust that's difficult to give, but Pietro has left a lot of trust in her hands tonight already.]
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She shifts against the bed, widening her legs as she tries to push her hips up to his. She watches him, thinking he looks a little different now. He's not as sharp as he often is, which she supposes is the vibrations. Does he feel different? Does he feel anything?
Pressing her feet into the bed, she doesn't try t still the movements of her body as he thrusts. She trails her fingertips along his biceps, liking the fluttery sensation travelling down her arms. She keeps her fingertips pressed against his skin, liking how his vibrations don't stop the moment she touches him.
Swallowing a moan, she peers up at him with wonder. Her lips part as she pants, uncaring if her words come out in twisted moans and all too quietly. ]
Does it hurt to do this?
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No. It doesn't hurt.
[Not like his hand when it shakes on its own, when he can't control it. This is deliberate, and he can't really explain what it does feel like, but he tries.]
It is like... before a shock from static.
[Energy build up without being released, waiting for that ignition. A charge. Something. If he knew anything about kinetics, if HYDRA had ever explained the details of things they researched and wrote of up files about, he might have a better description to go on.]
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It doesn't hurt me, either.
[ In case he worries she asks because it does. It doesn't. It feels good. Better than she realised vibrations could feel. It's a little strange to think that he's the reason why, but… it also syncs in perfectly.
She inhales sharply and holds her breath before she forces herself to relax. The sensations are almost as tingly as her hand had been when smacking him. ]
You're like a vibrator.
[ She blushes and laughs, although her laughter quickly morphs into a moan where she can't quite catch her breath. She jerks her hips upward. ]
Maybe better? [ She purses her lips and makes a show of shrugging. ] I don't know.
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[It's an embarrassing comparison, but he snorts, trying to hold back any laugh of his own. Between this and the spanking, Pietro is ignoring this night ever happened come tomorrow. Wanda dreamt it, and he will stick by that claim even if he still sports obvious bruises.]
It is better.
[And he punctuates that with pushing himself a little further, increasing the speed of vibration and his thrusts, his hands firmly grasping her sides underneath her ribs.]
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