[Everything in this moment is perfect. Each kiss is more satisfying than the last, each thrust brings them closer together, and if the Vision is barely coherent enough to do more than moan and gasp Wanda's name, well, who could blame him, really?
Between the sheer physical pleasure, the deep mind-link that gives him a sense of Wanda's emotions, and the soul-deep satisfaction of breaking this final barrier between them, it's not long at all before the Vision finds himself using the last of his willpower to hold himself back from orgasm until Wanda gets there herself. By this point, one of his hands has found hers and is desperately clasping it, fingers twined together, and their lips are on each other's as often as they can stand it.]
Come for me, my love. [Murmured during a rare pause for breath.]
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Between the sheer physical pleasure, the deep mind-link that gives him a sense of Wanda's emotions, and the soul-deep satisfaction of breaking this final barrier between them, it's not long at all before the Vision finds himself using the last of his willpower to hold himself back from orgasm until Wanda gets there herself. By this point, one of his hands has found hers and is desperately clasping it, fingers twined together, and their lips are on each other's as often as they can stand it.]
Come for me, my love. [Murmured during a rare pause for breath.]