So, you admit that your age has finally caught up to you?
[ She doesn't untangle her foot, shoving it into his back as a reminder that she's here and she's present. She'll wrap around him like a barnacle if she wants to—and so she does, even though she can't with her arms. Instead, she ruffles his hair. ]
You vibrate a little and now you need to sleep? Such a tease.
[ She does. Even without the vibrations, she'd want to go again until he's boneless and she feels like she's floating in the air. But now with the vibrations… Can anyone blame her for wanting to feel it again? ]
Do you not want to?
[ If she says 'yes', he can tease her. Wanda doesn't wish to give him such an opening again. ]
[She's turned it on him and made it a challenge he can't refuse, especially now that his short refractory period is over and he's already hard again. They could be at it all night at this rate, until he depletes all his energy and can't move. He's sure that's what she wants.]
Of course I do. I am not yet satisfied. You need to do a better job.
[He runs his hands up to her chest, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and starts the vibrations again, sudden and intense. With her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he works with little space again, but the speed of vibration should make up for lack of very driving thrusts.]
[ Wanda gasps and arches her back off the bed. He's getting quicker at coming back to himself after each orgasm that she hardly has any time to plot. ]
No, not this way.
[ She ignores the flush to her chest and neck. Darting her gaze briefly away from his, she peers up at him again. She grasps uselessly for his wrists despite knowing he can easily pull out of her hold. ]
I want it a different way. I want you behind me. [ She pushes his face gently with her hand to try and dissuade him from looking at her. ] Your face is too ugly to look at.
[Pietro's tone is exasperated, but he stops the vibrations and takes his hands off her breasts, planting them on either side of her instead, and pulling back away from her hands at his face.]
We will do it your way, but you need to let me move.
[He squirms, rather impatiently, waiting for her to uncoil the death-grip of her legs.]
[ He should be able to move without her having to do anything to enable that! Wanda untangles her legs and plants her feet firmly on the bed. ]
You want to do it?
[ She does her best not to acknowledge how hot she feels. Considering tonight seems to be the night when Pietro trusts her to explore something different, she thinks it's only fair she places that in his hands.
But that doesn't mean she won't blush as she shoves at his shoulder to get him to move. ]
[It somehow seems both less and more intimate to do it this way, and tonight is apparently for exploring. Pietro takes a moment just to look down at her, flushed and pushing at his shoulder.]
Give me time, I'm old.
[He does move, but takes it upon himself to quickly position her as he likes, on her knees underneath him. His breath is hot at the back of her neck as he brushes her hair aside, tangling his fingers in it.]
[ Wanda takes a moment to shift on the bed and catch her breath. He's still around her, never far from reach. Gripping the bedspread between the fingers of one hand, Wanda nods. ]
Yes.
[ It comes out softer than she means for it to. ]
The girls said that this felt nice.
[ She purposefully doesn't mention any specific names, not wanting Pietro to lose sight of what they're doing. Now isn't the time for him to tease her in such a way.
Readjusting her knees on the bed, she clears her throat gently. ]
So, I wanted to see. But I don't want you to disappear. [ She flushes hotly again, liking the fact that his hand is in her hair and he's still warm against her back. ] I like you like this… over me. But don't knot my hair.
[Pietro almost asks which girls she'd been talking to, but had he names, he would have something to say about it, untrue statements that he can't ever help himself from teasing her with. And he isn't sure he wants to know the specifics of this conversation she'd had, if Wanda had inquired about this because she was dissatisfied with him, bored. Those thoughts aren't to be entertained, unsubstantiated speculation that Pietro won't allow himself. She asked because she wants to try something new with him, that's all. At her last comment, he rolls his eyes even though Wanda can't see it, sighing.]
I won't knot your hair.
[He leaves it alone, untangling his fingers to brace himself on the bed with one hand, snaking an arm around Wanda's waist and holding her to him as he positions himself. A different angle, different sensations, and his thrusts start slowly, long and deep. As much as Pietro likes to see her face and read the expression in her eyes, embracing her this way has its own appeal, and for some reason he wants to be gentle about it, exploratory.]
[ Perhaps it's a good thing he says nothing cheeky. Wanda's not entirely sure she'd have any words to throw back at him.
She closes her eyes and moans lowly as he begins to move inside of her. The angle's so different to what she's used to. It's strange not to be able to read his expression above or below her and to be able to nitpick at him and literally poke him. Instead, things feel heightened. She can focus on the way he holds her and feels up against her.
She doesn't raise her voice. ]
I like it, too.
[ And it's easier to keep her blushing to herself, given he can't see her face. Wanda closes her eyes and parts her lips, panting softly as she experimentally shifts back against him. ]
[His exclamation is softer than it usually is, and perhaps it's a good thing they're trying this after his fourth orgasm, where he isn't especially impatient and won't start to hurry things along. At least not yet. He tightens his hold on her, fingers splayed across her stomach, and the vibrations start again.]
[ She jerks against him, having not expected that. She tightens around him and tenses her entire body before she forces herself to relax. It's different in a way that will take some time to get used to, especially since it's coming from Pietro. He's always hummed with impatience, but this is so literal.
Wanda moans and tightens the muscles of her stomach, wanting to feel his hands grip at her. She rocks back against him and makes a noise of pleasure low in her throat. ]
[He shudders slightly, and tries to suppress embarrassing whining when all of her muscles tighten and she clenches so hard around him. It's worth every bit of extra energy expenditure to facilitate that.]
Yes, it's good...
[His breath hitches and comes heavier.]
This is the last time.
[Despite saying so, like he might not last much longer, he speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by her moaning and the fluttering of her muscles underneath him. He's determined to end this birthday on a very good note.]
[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
[He punctuates that with a particularly sharp thrust, tightening his hold on her possessively, there's something more raw about doing it this way and Pietro runs with that instinctive feeling. Shifting his weight mostly to his knees, he takes his hand off the bed to grab her hair and pull. It's less gentle than he intended, but he won't knot it.]
Always wanting so much, Wanda. I don't know why I put up with you.
[He can't finish his thought all at once, a low groan escaping at that keening noise she makes. She's slamming back against him hard and it's so difficult to stay focused on anything when it's rough and forceful. He hadn't even had to ask for Wanda to go harder, and for once, Pietro wants to make this last as long as he can, willing himself not to slip over the edge yet.]
[ She lets out a breath she'd meant to sound like a noise of annoyance, but it sounds like a breathless, stupid thing that'll go straight to his head. Bowing her head, she exhales roughly. ]
You're obsessed with my ugly face.
[ The words come out slower than she'd like, almost like she's forgotten how to speak.
Balancing her weight on a shaky hand, she reaches between them to brush her fingers against her clit. She jerks against him. ]
[Not. But Pietro never gets it out, feeling her twitch around him like that takes all of his coherency and ability to speak away from him for a moment. They have to do this more often. He holds tightly to her hair as his hand shakes too much, and he knows he's not going to be able to hold out as long as he wants to.]
Fuck. Wanda.
[This time, he manages not to completely stop the vibrations, but they slow when his muscles tense and he leaves his cock buried deep inside her as he comes.]
[ She makes to peer over her shoulder at him, a little pleased smile on her face. Balancing on one hand, she pauses her fingers at her clit before she decides that maybe she'd like to get off at the expression he wears after he's come four times. ]
You can't seem to get enough of me and my ugly face, Pietro.
[ Wanda gasps, tensing her belly and shoving her hips back into him. She's waited for him before, not wanting to overstimulate him, but she figures she doesn't owe him such a kind luxury anymore. ]
[It's a hiss of a noise, with a whiny edge to it. Everything is too much, and Wanda doesn't give him any time to ride things out as much as he wants to. It takes Pietro a moment to get back to it, letting her do all the work until he can make his body follow his commands again, and continue to drive into her.]
[ And clearly as sensitive, too. Wanda considers dropping her hand and deciding that that's enough, but he's worked her up and she likes the fact that his cock feels different from this angle, and so she pushes back against him. He's already ridden out his orgasm three times now. Taking away the chance for the fourth is a kindness.
Before she can follow it up with something smart, Wanda's body tenses as she shudders. She moans, making a guttural sound that doesn't sound like it belongs to either one of them. She bows her head and presses her forehead hard against the bed as she comes, purposefully tightening around him to punish him for being so impatient and annoying. ]
[Pietro rolls his eyes and scoffs, but any comments he may have made are cut off preemptively when she tenses suddenly and comes, squeezing so tight around his cock it makes him whine loudly, ending with an embarrassing squeak in the back of his throat. He releases Wanda's hair and his fingers loosen at her stomach. He drops his hand to the bed beneath her. After a few heavy breaths, he pushes himself up, and slowly starts to pull out.]
You come a million and one times and you are suddenly done?
[ She's done, too. As excited as she is to be with him, her stamina is nothing in comparison to his. His is never-ending and impatient.
With him moving away, Wanda clumsily rolls over and drops onto her back, uncaring that her legs are twisted with him between them. ]
We should do that again.
[ Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after that. Sometime in the future. She ducks her gaze away from his before she makes herself look at him, heat flushing her already red cheeks. ]
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[ She doesn't untangle her foot, shoving it into his back as a reminder that she's here and she's present. She'll wrap around him like a barnacle if she wants to—and so she does, even though she can't with her arms. Instead, she ruffles his hair. ]
You vibrate a little and now you need to sleep? Such a tease.
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[His attempt at a stern frown is more of a pout.]
... Do you want to do it again?
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Do you not want to?
[ If she says 'yes', he can tease her. Wanda doesn't wish to give him such an opening again. ]
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Of course I do. I am not yet satisfied. You need to do a better job.
[He runs his hands up to her chest, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and starts the vibrations again, sudden and intense. With her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he works with little space again, but the speed of vibration should make up for lack of very driving thrusts.]
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No, not this way.
[ She ignores the flush to her chest and neck. Darting her gaze briefly away from his, she peers up at him again. She grasps uselessly for his wrists despite knowing he can easily pull out of her hold. ]
I want it a different way. I want you behind me. [ She pushes his face gently with her hand to try and dissuade him from looking at her. ] Your face is too ugly to look at.
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[Pietro's tone is exasperated, but he stops the vibrations and takes his hands off her breasts, planting them on either side of her instead, and pulling back away from her hands at his face.]
We will do it your way, but you need to let me move.
[He squirms, rather impatiently, waiting for her to uncoil the death-grip of her legs.]
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You want to do it?
[ She does her best not to acknowledge how hot she feels. Considering tonight seems to be the night when Pietro trusts her to explore something different, she thinks it's only fair she places that in his hands.
But that doesn't mean she won't blush as she shoves at his shoulder to get him to move. ]
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[It somehow seems both less and more intimate to do it this way, and tonight is apparently for exploring. Pietro takes a moment just to look down at her, flushed and pushing at his shoulder.]
Give me time, I'm old.
[He does move, but takes it upon himself to quickly position her as he likes, on her knees underneath him. His breath is hot at the back of her neck as he brushes her hair aside, tangling his fingers in it.]
Is this how you want it?
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Yes.
[ It comes out softer than she means for it to. ]
The girls said that this felt nice.
[ She purposefully doesn't mention any specific names, not wanting Pietro to lose sight of what they're doing. Now isn't the time for him to tease her in such a way.
Readjusting her knees on the bed, she clears her throat gently. ]
So, I wanted to see. But I don't want you to disappear. [ She flushes hotly again, liking the fact that his hand is in her hair and he's still warm against her back. ] I like you like this… over me. But don't knot my hair.
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I won't knot your hair.
[He leaves it alone, untangling his fingers to brace himself on the bed with one hand, snaking an arm around Wanda's waist and holding her to him as he positions himself. A different angle, different sensations, and his thrusts start slowly, long and deep. As much as Pietro likes to see her face and read the expression in her eyes, embracing her this way has its own appeal, and for some reason he wants to be gentle about it, exploratory.]
I like holding you like this.
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She closes her eyes and moans lowly as he begins to move inside of her. The angle's so different to what she's used to. It's strange not to be able to read his expression above or below her and to be able to nitpick at him and literally poke him. Instead, things feel heightened. She can focus on the way he holds her and feels up against her.
She doesn't raise her voice. ]
I like it, too.
[ And it's easier to keep her blushing to herself, given he can't see her face. Wanda closes her eyes and parts her lips, panting softly as she experimentally shifts back against him. ]
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[His exclamation is softer than it usually is, and perhaps it's a good thing they're trying this after his fourth orgasm, where he isn't especially impatient and won't start to hurry things along. At least not yet. He tightens his hold on her, fingers splayed across her stomach, and the vibrations start again.]
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Wanda moans and tightens the muscles of her stomach, wanting to feel his hands grip at her. She rocks back against him and makes a noise of pleasure low in her throat. ]
Is it okay for you?
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[He shudders slightly, and tries to suppress embarrassing whining when all of her muscles tighten and she clenches so hard around him. It's worth every bit of extra energy expenditure to facilitate that.]
Yes, it's good...
[His breath hitches and comes heavier.]
This is the last time.
[Despite saying so, like he might not last much longer, he speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by her moaning and the fluttering of her muscles underneath him. He's determined to end this birthday on a very good note.]
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[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
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[He punctuates that with a particularly sharp thrust, tightening his hold on her possessively, there's something more raw about doing it this way and Pietro runs with that instinctive feeling. Shifting his weight mostly to his knees, he takes his hand off the bed to grab her hair and pull. It's less gentle than he intended, but he won't knot it.]
Always wanting so much, Wanda. I don't know why I put up with you.
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Because I am cute.
[ A fact she thinks he's well-versed in.
Shoving her hips back more fiercely than she had intended, Wanda keens and pants roughly, unable to catch her breath. ]
Cuter than you, for sure.
[ As strong as she wants her voice to be, it shakes and comes out as a hoarse whisper. ]
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[He can't finish his thought all at once, a low groan escaping at that keening noise she makes. She's slamming back against him hard and it's so difficult to stay focused on anything when it's rough and forceful. He hadn't even had to ask for Wanda to go harder, and for once, Pietro wants to make this last as long as he can, willing himself not to slip over the edge yet.]
Cute like this, when I can't see your ugly face.
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You're obsessed with my ugly face.
[ The words come out slower than she'd like, almost like she's forgotten how to speak.
Balancing her weight on a shaky hand, she reaches between them to brush her fingers against her clit. She jerks against him. ]
Pietro…
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[Not. But Pietro never gets it out, feeling her twitch around him like that takes all of his coherency and ability to speak away from him for a moment. They have to do this more often. He holds tightly to her hair as his hand shakes too much, and he knows he's not going to be able to hold out as long as he wants to.]
Fuck. Wanda.
[This time, he manages not to completely stop the vibrations, but they slow when his muscles tense and he leaves his cock buried deep inside her as he comes.]
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You can't seem to get enough of me and my ugly face, Pietro.
[ Wanda gasps, tensing her belly and shoving her hips back into him. She's waited for him before, not wanting to overstimulate him, but she figures she doesn't owe him such a kind luxury anymore. ]
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[It's a hiss of a noise, with a whiny edge to it. Everything is too much, and Wanda doesn't give him any time to ride things out as much as he wants to. It takes Pietro a moment to get back to it, letting her do all the work until he can make his body follow his commands again, and continue to drive into her.]
Will you hurry up?
[He sounds half exasperated and half desperate.]
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[ And clearly as sensitive, too. Wanda considers dropping her hand and deciding that that's enough, but he's worked her up and she likes the fact that his cock feels different from this angle, and so she pushes back against him. He's already ridden out his orgasm three times now. Taking away the chance for the fourth is a kindness.
Before she can follow it up with something smart, Wanda's body tenses as she shudders. She moans, making a guttural sound that doesn't sound like it belongs to either one of them. She bows her head and presses her forehead hard against the bed as she comes, purposefully tightening around him to punish him for being so impatient and annoying. ]
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We are done.
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You come a million and one times and you are suddenly done?
[ She's done, too. As excited as she is to be with him, her stamina is nothing in comparison to his. His is never-ending and impatient.
With him moving away, Wanda clumsily rolls over and drops onto her back, uncaring that her legs are twisted with him between them. ]
We should do that again.
[ Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after that. Sometime in the future. She ducks her gaze away from his before she makes herself look at him, heat flushing her already red cheeks. ]
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