[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.]
[ She inhales sharply and moans, closing her eyes as he pushes in further. She grips his back, digging her nails into his shoulder blades. It feels so good, better than any vibrator she might have brought home and stashed in the hopes Pietro would never find it. ]
No.
[ Wanda doesn't try to string her words together coherently. Arching her back, she wraps her legs around the back of his thighs to try and keep him locked inside of her. ]
Okay. Subpar. You could be a better vibrator.
[ Where Pietro feels embarrassment, Wanda feels, well… pure heat. Her bones feel liquid. She bucks her hips up, wishing to chase that vibration and feel it even more. She releases a growl low in her throat and sounds she's never made before as his thrusts shift her against the bed. ]
You are lucky I love you, and I won't stop when you insult me.
[Mostly because Pietro doesn't want to stop even on principle, intent on orgasm number four as much as he is on pleasing Wanda. He keeps his thrusts more rapid and contained instead of pulling out far, heeding her legs wrapped around his thighs like he knows exactly why she does it. Her growling sends heat through his abdomen, it's rough and unrestrained and different, and all Pietro wants is to draw more of those noises from her.]
[ Wanda doesn't know what she even wants to say. Please don't stop? Please know that the insults will always be on the tip of her tongue? She isn't quite sure if anything's even there as she gasps and parts her lips, tilting her head back as she claws at his back. With one hand in his hair, she grips the strands hard and digs her heels into his back. Her entire body vibrates alongside his. Because of his. It leaves her feeling hot and wanting to know that this is Pietro inside of her, able to make the tips of her toes and fingers feel like they're on fire.
Her body tenses and she shudders as she comes hard, gripping his back so tightly she can feel the crescent shapes her nails leave behind embed into his skin. ]
[It comes out in a quiet and breathless low groan as she grabs his hair tightly, digging her fingernails and heels into his back. He's making her come undone and it's a beautiful thing to watch, Wanda falling apart and completely letting go. When she comes, it's so hard and immediate, clenching around his vibrating cock, and the friction is so much more prominent, Pietro can barely hold on himself. But he does, just for a moment longer. Everything feels too hot too soon, and the vibrations increase momentarily before they stop entirely, abruptly, and he follows her orgasm with his own, his fingers clutching her side so hard he's sure they'll leave distinct marks.]
[ It's on the tip of her tongue to tell him that's how they're going to have sex until the end of time, but the vibrations have somehow made her lose her ability to talk, let alone think of the words she wants to even say. She digs her nails into his back and turns her head away and tries to wet her drying mouth. She pants too hard for her to feel as though she's about to speak sense. ]
[He huffs indignantly, but it's with a tired edge to it and his fingers are now gentle at her sides, stroking over the reddening marks he'd just put there.]
It is your fault I lost control of it.
[Absolutely her fault she squeezed so hard, and he shifts to move his cock inside her as a reminder.]
[ Except, well… that admission makes her feel hot all over. She keeps her legs tied around him, not wanting to let him go. She keeps her hand against his back.
After clearing her throat, she purses her lips. ]
Maybe if you were better…
[ She shrugs, looking away. If he was better, she wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him. ]
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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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No.
[ Wanda doesn't try to string her words together coherently. Arching her back, she wraps her legs around the back of his thighs to try and keep him locked inside of her. ]
Okay. Subpar. You could be a better vibrator.
[ Where Pietro feels embarrassment, Wanda feels, well… pure heat. Her bones feel liquid. She bucks her hips up, wishing to chase that vibration and feel it even more. She releases a growl low in her throat and sounds she's never made before as his thrusts shift her against the bed. ]
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[Mostly because Pietro doesn't want to stop even on principle, intent on orgasm number four as much as he is on pleasing Wanda. He keeps his thrusts more rapid and contained instead of pulling out far, heeding her legs wrapped around his thighs like he knows exactly why she does it. Her growling sends heat through his abdomen, it's rough and unrestrained and different, and all Pietro wants is to draw more of those noises from her.]
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[ Wanda doesn't know what she even wants to say. Please don't stop? Please know that the insults will always be on the tip of her tongue? She isn't quite sure if anything's even there as she gasps and parts her lips, tilting her head back as she claws at his back. With one hand in his hair, she grips the strands hard and digs her heels into his back. Her entire body vibrates alongside his. Because of his. It leaves her feeling hot and wanting to know that this is Pietro inside of her, able to make the tips of her toes and fingers feel like they're on fire.
Her body tenses and she shudders as she comes hard, gripping his back so tightly she can feel the crescent shapes her nails leave behind embed into his skin. ]
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[It comes out in a quiet and breathless low groan as she grabs his hair tightly, digging her fingernails and heels into his back. He's making her come undone and it's a beautiful thing to watch, Wanda falling apart and completely letting go. When she comes, it's so hard and immediate, clenching around his vibrating cock, and the friction is so much more prominent, Pietro can barely hold on himself. But he does, just for a moment longer. Everything feels too hot too soon, and the vibrations increase momentarily before they stop entirely, abruptly, and he follows her orgasm with his own, his fingers clutching her side so hard he's sure they'll leave distinct marks.]
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Why did you stop?
[ She smacks his back weakly. ]
I've never felt anything like that ever.
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It is your fault I lost control of it.
[Absolutely her fault she squeezed so hard, and he shifts to move his cock inside her as a reminder.]
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[ Except, well… that admission makes her feel hot all over. She keeps her legs tied around him, not wanting to let him go. She keeps her hand against his back.
After clearing her throat, she purses her lips. ]
Maybe if you were better…
[ She shrugs, looking away. If he was better, she wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him. ]
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[He looks disheartened, but continues stroking below her ribs, starting low vibrations in his fingers.]
One day, I will be gone and you will never find a good enough replacement.
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Don't say such shit, Pietro!
[ Wanda's not one for swearing unless the situation calls for it. And this? This calls for it. Speaking such horrible things…
She grips his bicep and wraps one of her feet over his calves. ]
Where you go, I go. I will follow you even into the grave. You will never be without me.
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[He says it gently though, and reaches back to try and pull her foot loose.]
I'm tired, Wanda.
[That comes out more whiny than he wants to.]
Untangle yourself and let an old man sleep.
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