margenes | (no subject)

[she's not saying anything, but pietro's got a fairly good idea of what it is that she wants, moving her hips the way that she is and tugging at his hair. he's only happy that he is able to make her happy like this.]

I would not dream of it.

[it getting to his head—

he indulges, though, presses his mouth to her, lips closing in on her clit as he sucks for a moment and then releases, trailing after with his tongue to swirl around it, and then onto her folds. if he's going to eat her out, he's going to go for it—have her begging for him to either stop or do more.]

( he really is too good at this. far, far too good and he knows it. and she's just very lucky that he's using those skills of his on her.

she moans quietly, slapping a hand over her mouth when she does like it's not allowed before realizing that it is. so, she pulls her hand behind her head and stretches, arching into him. )

More, please. God, you're —

( stupidly good at this. stupidly good. she hates it and she loves it but all she knows is that she wants more. )

[if he stopped to ask her what he is, he would definitely go against her plea for more. pietro is horrible when it comes to prioritizing, his sister has told him that all his life, but he's incredibly stubborn about things, too. one of those things being how he pushes his face closer, puts his fingers against her to spread her folds, and push his tongue inside, letting himself taste her, slow thrusts in and out, slow—

waiting to hear her reaction.]

( okay, okay, okay. she can handle this. she can handle it and she thinks she's got it under control until he presses his face against her and she —

oh, that's a scream. she actually shouts his name and he's never going to let her live that down. she laughs because what the hell, how is he so good at this but she doesn't want him to stop.

reaching down, she grabs his hair and pants a bit, feeling herself get closer and closer now. )