[More powerful even than the exquisite physical sensations running through him, the Vision is struck once again by how very much he is loved. She's doing this for him, all for him, though being who she is and linked as they are she's no doubt feeling every ounce of pleasure as much as he is. It builds and it builds, and as soon as he has that permission he cries out her name and spills into her mouth.

(It doesn't taste at all like what a human's would - the consistency is the same, but resembles nothing so much as a faintly sweet syrup. He can simulate the rest of the act perfectly, but he can never be fertile.)

As soon as he's done, he withdraws carefully and fumbles for Wanda so he can pull her up into a tight embrace. There's so much bleeding out of him right now - satisfaction, throbbing pleasure receding, relief, but most of all what he can only describe as love, a pure and simple amazement that he is loved, and wanting only the best for Wanda in return.

Whe he catches his breath, he rests his forehead against hers and smiles down at her softly.]

That was beyond compare, my dearest. Though it did feel rather decadent, with you still fully dressed like that and myself all naked.

[Translation, which she should have no trouble reading in him: time for your clothes to come off, Wanda.]