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[And it's because his desire is so obvious that Wanda never feels even the least bit self-conscious with him. Is it corny? Maybe. But he clearly doesn't care so neither does she.]

Don't let them eat it all. It never lasts as long as you think.

[It speaks to Shaxx's character that he's even considering sharing it, honestly.]

It takes some time but it's worth it. But with that much chocolate I don't think anyone could ruin it if they tried.

There is beauty in impermanence. [ Look, he's read a lot of poetry. And has thoughts about transient things as someone who is effectively immortal. ]

Let Saint have a crack at it and you might change your tune. Though he is getting better. [ He tilts up his fork. He's certainly not volunteering to try making something like this himself. He knows he's a completely indifferent cook and even less of a baker.

Really, the attempt at conversation is him playing along, but he's about out of patience. ]

I'm going to have two more bites of this excellent dessert, and then I'm taking you out of that chair.

[And that's super fair. But Wanda's going to risk one last round of Titan-bothering and just hope that her furniture survives.]

Two bites? I must not be trying hard enough.

[Wanda reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, slips it off, and flings it to the side. If ever a grin said 'come and get me,' it's this one.]

[ Oh, he knows exactly what she's doing. Good job, Wanda. But his will is strong. He's a Titan. He does not move.

Shaxx looks at her, intent and intense, and very deliberately takes one bite of the torte. Doesn't rush chewing. Swallows. Another bite. He sets the fork down very gently.

Then he's on his feet so abruptly that the chair falls over, and across the span of the table in a move that somehow disturbs no dishes even though it certainly should have. And as promised--threatened?--he is dragging her out of her chair and into his arms. ]

[Wanda holds his gaze, though it's pretty clear that she's losing this particular staring contest. Her breathing turns shallow and she can feel anticipation coiling in her stomach. She wants, so badly, her torte all but forgotten aside from the few bites she'd managed before they both decided to up the ante.

She's both prepared and totally unprepared for the speed and surprising care he shows when he decides it's (finally) time to make good on that promise. Wanda's squeak of surprise turns into a laugh as she winds her arms and legs around him and leans up to kiss him. She is, as always, careful not to push for more than he's comfortable giving, and when she senses it's time to pull back, she buries her face in his neck and breathes in deeply.

After an entire dinner's worth of teasing, she needs this.]

[ He mouth tastes of chocolate; the kiss isn't a long one, but it is deep and sweet and he thoroughly enjoys it. His hands come down to cup her backside, finding the line between flimsy fabric and skin.

He quickly covers the few steps to the nearest wall, putting her back against so he can let his hands wander, up her sides to cup her breasts. ]

[She nuzzles his neck, murmuring something soft and appreciative as his hands settle on her ass. Even without a sync, she loves his hands on her. They're big and strong and she's seen what he can do with them...but there is always such care in his touch. She feels completely safe with him, and as they settle against the wall she knows she's in no danger of being dropped.

Getting out of her bra earlier may not have worked as a ploy to get him to abandon the torte, but it was definitely the right choice. She's free to arch shamelessly into his touch and enjoy the feel of his calloused hands on her bare skin. And perhaps a small roll of her hips against him, but she's in no rush. Right now she just wants to savor him.]

I told you the second dessert would be the best.

[ The arched back is another invitation, as far as he's concerned. He's flexible enough to bend down and trail a few kisses over her breast, sucking her nipple briefly between his lips.

Then he nuzzles her neck, under her ear, smirking against her skin. ]

Even sweeter than the first dessert.

[Wanda closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall to grant Shaxx all the access he could want. She is just as shameless in the soft moans and sighs his attentions earn and it's as natural as breathing to offer the beginnings of a sync.]

I hope you saved room. [She slides a hand into his hair, cradling his head close to her.] I want all of you.

[ He opens himself to the sync without hesitation, welcoming her in with a wave of lust and affection.

He slides a hand between them, his callouses catching a little on the silky fabric of her panties; the heat of her against his palm has him grinning against her neck. He presses just the edge of his teeth into her skin. ]

Tell me how you want me to take you.

[The psychic contact feels so good that it's enough to make her moan as the sync opens fully. She cannot say which feels better right now, his mind entwined with hers or his hands on her, but combined this is heaven.

She is wet for him already and desperately wants to rock into his touch, but that light graze of teeth is enough to make her freeze, interpreting it as a silent 'stay still.' His only answer at first is a soft whimper and barrage of feelings and desires - she wants to feel surrounded in him this time, she wants to watch him lose himself to pleasure, she wants to be one with him. She just...wants him, in any way she can have him.

Words. Words are a thing. A difficult thing, when one is currently half-naked and being pressed against a wall by one's favorite Titan.]

Take me to bed, or take me here. I'm all yours.

[ The tension of her trying to hold still is pleasing in a very different way, a kind of game that he normally doesn't play that touches on something a little feral in him that he keeps carefully buried. Followed by that much silent want makes him shudder against her, breathing out hotly against her neck.

He very much wants to give her all of those things. And what he wants in return is to despoil her until she begs.

He slides a finger slowly into her, teasing her open. He turns his head to murmur into her ear in a tone that's equal parts promise and threat and warning. ]

Then I'm going to fuck you against this wall until you scream.

[Oh, he'll certainly get everything he wants. It isn't as if Wanda is particularly hard to break on either front - she wants him to know what a good job he's doing.

Her head falls back against the wall with another soft moan as he works a finger easily into her. She's still trying her best to stay still, if he likes that so much, but there's only so much she can take.]

And a little more than that, I hope.

[She huffs out a breathy laugh. It may not be wise for someone in her position to continue to tease a Titan, but she wants this. She wants him. It's a very purposeful offering of herself, a reiteration that he has her full consent.

There's no threat or warning when this is exactly what she's wanted since she picked out her outfit.

I trust you. Please take me.]

I'll make you regret those words. [ Though perhaps not until tomorrow when the sore muscles make themselves known.

Others of his kind, like Saint, might take this as the point to shut the other person up. But Shaxx has always been a talker, for all that he's never said anything he can't back up with his body and skill, and he'd much rather have her words. ]

Already so wet, and I haven't even gotten started. [ He keeps his voice to a low murmur; no need to yell when he's right up next to her ear, feeling very heartbeat echo through her body. He draws his finger out only to slick the rest of her folds down before returning to fingers into her, his thumb sliding over her clit with the level of pressure he learned she liked so much last time.

I will. The promise is there. But not until you shatter for me.

He thinks, very deliberately, of the last time they were together, his mouth on her breasts and his cock deep in her heat and feeling her tremble as she came, his own orgasm in a burst of pleasure. And he rubs his cock slowly against the back of her thigh as he fingers her. ]

[Her powers mean she can afford to be a little reckless. What are sore muscles to a telekinetic, or a healer?]

I've been wanting you for days. [She whimpers in protest as his fingers withdraw, then makes a soft, needy sound as they slide back in. Her hips herk forward involuntarily at that touch to her clit and Wanda's head lolls sideways to rest against his.] You feel so good...

[He's barely touched her, but it's clear Shaxx learned a lot from their first time together: how to touch her, how a dual psychic and physical approach is the fastest way to make her melt. Wanda murmurs something incoherent, fingers tightening in his hair and clutching at his shoulder. Her hips rock freely against his hand now and it's obvious that she's already very close. Just a little more, and she'll fall apart for him.

She can't say what it finally is - maybe it's that she can feel what Shaxx does too, both how wet she is for him and the pleasure he gets from grinding against her. But the combined assault on her senses is too much to take when she's already this wound up, and she shatters on a cry of his name.]

That's one.

[ He smiles against her ear, and he does let her feel how eager he is to slip inside for a moment before he untangles her fingers from his hair. He curls his hand firmly around hers and pins it against the wall. ]

But you aren't begging yet.

[ And as much as he wants it, Wanda's not the only one practicing the art of self-denial. His cock twitches against her thigh, but he makes no move beyond the suggestive roll of his hips as he instead focuses on the echo of that first orgasm that came through their sync, deliberately feeding the sensation back to her, pleasure on pleasure and the rolling thrust of his body that she doesn't get to have in reality quite yet. He turns his head to bite her neck, hard enough to bruise as he works her with two fingers, his touch on her clit unrelenting. ]

[This is when a smart person would acknowledge that they're in trouble, but as far as Wanda's concerned, she must have done something very right to end up in this position, even if Shaxx is withholding what they both clearly want.

She makes a desperate, needy sound when his thoughts invade hers. Forget begging, she's too overwhelmed for a coherent thought beyond yes, more. She cries out again when he bites her, and that brings her back to her senses.

Wisps of her power twine around their joined hands. It's not a true binding; he's free to pull away whenever he wants. But there is precious little she can do to reciprocate in this position.

Other than beg, of course.]

Shaxx...please, please. I need you...I need your cock inside me.

[Her hips rock against his hand but it's just not enough.]

[ His eyes slip shut as he thinks of sinking into her, the tightness and heat he found last time, and endless loop of that breathless moment of joining that he can feel her want like a physical force. He almost gives in, because he wants to hear that gasp she makes as he slides between her thighs, but he has other wants as well.

He's driven to win, and as much as anyone wins at sex, he already has. But victory is one thing; the complete annihilation of one's opponent is another--even in the friendliest of games. He wants to leave another sort of indelible mark on her, drive her until she's shaking apart, because she teased him and baited him and the price she'll pay for it is unrelenting pleasure.

With all the arrogance of the warlord he once was and still is beneath it all, he says: ]

Break for me again, and I'll consider it.

[ His thumb flicks over her clit as he kisses her, teeth hard against her lip for a moment, as if ready to eat any sound she makes. ]

[Wanda moans into the kiss just as he wants, all of her pleas soundly stifled. But she treasures his kisses as always, and though her hips rock desperately against his hand, her kiss is something far more tender. It's grounding amidst the absolute onslaught of pleasure on her senses. She is already so very close again, clinging to his hand and shoulder, her inner walls clenching tightly around his fingers. She longs for him to fill her properly, and she knows that he can feel it. But she can also sense his resolve and she knows that Shaxx isn't going to take her until he's good and ready.

But that's fine. She wants to be lost in him.

And so she shatters again for him quite easily, breaking from the kiss temporarily with a cry.]

Shaxx...

[And then she crashes into him again, though this kiss is far more passionate. In this position, she has few other ways to reciprocate.]

[ He's smirking when she kisses him, even as he's sorting through that rush of transmitted pleasure, letting it pass through him. He's getting better at enjoying the connection, letting it take him up to the edge without pushing him over.

He still has to take a moment to breathe, distracting her by slowly moving his fingers in her, by nipping at her lips. He finally pulls his hand away, slicking it once over his cock, before he repositions to tease at her entrance.

It's more teasing than he's willing to put up with, really. He presses a kiss against her temple, a laugh that's purely at himself turning to a low, pleased exhalation as he lets the inexorable pull of gravity take its course. Until he's fully inside her, her back hard against the wall. ]

[Wanda's left murmuring senseless pleas when they part, desperate for him to stop teasing her and just take her. Her orgasms have made her extra sensitive, and she whines when Shaxx finally does withdraw his fingers. She knows he has to eventually, but the sudden loss of stimulation is almost painful. Despite coming twice for him, she's still far from feeling satisfied.

But finally, finally, he eases her onto him. She gasps as he enters her and the sheer relief of finally being filled causes what remained of coherent thought to completely dissolve into nothingness. The world is no bigger than his embrace. It doesn't need to be. She's utterly overwhelmed and it's all she can do to try to relax to ease that slow, inevitable slide. He's treated to a variety of moans and desperate whimpers until he's finally sheathed inside her, and then a wave of bliss through the sync.

Wanda's well and truly sandwiched between him and the wall now, and once again, this is only going to happen at Shaxx's pace. But for the moment, she's content to just feel him, to bask in their complete joining. She is twined with him in every way possible, so close that she cannot tell where she ends and he begins. It's perfection. This is the kind of psychic release she's rarely afforded.

She leans up to kiss him again, slow and deep in contrast to her earlier desperation. It seems once she's gotten what she wanted she can happily surrender control to him again.]

[ His initial intention is to take his time with her, because yes, this will be at his pace. He strains against her for a moment as she kisses him, as if he could go more deeply into her, then rocks slowly against her, an almost idle movement.

He's not satisfied with holding so still for long. He finally lets go of her hand so he can grip her hips, keeping her hard against the wall with with sheer muscle force so he can pull out almost entirely, moving into a series of long, slow, but undeniably forceful thrusts. He breaks away from kissing her to drag his teeth over her neck, his breath hot against her skin. ]

[Freed, her hand immediately returns to tangle in his hair. It holds a certain fascination for her since his helmet is so often in the way, even as thoroughly distracted as she is. It's soft and longer than she would have expected, and it's just the perfect length for running her fingers through or gripping on to.

And it's all she can do - her hips buck against his hold to no avail, and for a time the kiss muffles her moans. But the pace he sets is just perfect; a slow, thorough claiming. Wanda kisses him back desperately as he thrusts into her until they finally break for air.]

Shaxx...yes, like that, please--

[Her head tips back against the wall as he descends upon her neck. The graze of teeth on such delicate skin makes her freeze again and tears another whimper from her on his next thrust. But if he wants to play that game, Wanda can still push the echoes of her pleasure at him through the sync. It's only fair for him to know how good he's making her feel, to fully share in the results of their mutual teasing.]

[ What he wants is harder and faster, keyed up by all her teasing, spurred on by that feedback, her voice, a forceful drive of his hips that pulls her away from the wall and slams her shoulders against it by turns, though there's always part of him listening, ready to stop at a sign that it's too much to give his physical strength free reign. But it feels so good to not hold back, to bring their bodies so hard together as he drives into the slick heat between her thighs.

He thrusts into her like he'll lose himself, like this is a battle in a war he's going to win, his fingers digging into her hips. Enough to damp his forehead with the sweat of effort, and lose the sound of flesh against flesh with his panting breath.

He bites her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to bruise as he grinds her back against the wall one more time, pressinging tightly into her as he comes, his shoulders flexing with the surge of pleasure that rolls through him, breath stuttering out as it overwhelms him. ]

Edited 2021-07-27 21:02 (UTC)

[So this is what it truly means to be fucked by a Titan. It feels like he must be bringing all of his strength to bear on her, pressing her into the wall and pounding into her over and over and over. Wanda's left clinging to him desperately as her cries escalate in pitch and volume. Words are fully beyond her now and everything flowing through the sync is chaotic pleasure. She can feel that her hips at the very least will bruise from this rough treatment but right now she's too far gone to care.

He finally gets the scream he wanted when he bites her shoulder, and her nails dig in reflexively on his as the force of his orgasm hits her and she follows him over the edge. Her hips buck erratically against him in a desperate attempt to get as close as possible, for what little room she can move. And beyond that, she buries her face in the crook of his neck as they ride out the aftershocks together.

He's clearly 'won,' as far as winning at sex goes: Wanda's utterly melted in his arms, still well beyond being capable of speech as she catches her breath. But the feelings shared through the sync are unusually clear because she's so hopelessly entangled with him. She is happy and grateful and blissed out, but also she has a very distinct need to hold him and be held as they come down from their shared high. The pain where bruises are forming is also starting to make itself known.

She murmurs something unintelligible against his skin and begins pressing lazy kisses to his neck.]

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a million years late

still delicious food

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