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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[ He keeps her pinned against the wall for long moments, letting go of her hip with one hand so he can smooth her hair back. He tilts his head down to rest against hers, eyes half closed as he stays tangled in the sync, sharing that feeling. He moves slowly in her a few more times before reluctantly pulling out.

They're a sticky, sweaty mess, and he has absolutely no concern about it as he carries her the short distance to one of her chairs. He sits and arranges her comfortably in his lap, lightly stroking her back with one hand, leaning down to rest his nose against her hair.

It's not words in the synch, or even in what he offers towards her in that deliberate way he tries to communicate when he knows she listening telepathically. It's simply love, an emotion that comes with the same level of unbending ferocity with which he approaches all things. ]

[She manages only a few soft moans and half-syllables at first. Everything is overwhelming bliss; she's aware of his movements and hyperaware of his touch, and he is her anchor both physically and psychically. There's no force in the world that could tear her away from him right now - certainly nothing as insignificant as them both currently being a mess.

Gently, she strokes his hair and shoulders, arching into him with a soft sound as he does the same for her. Synchrony keeps her nerves extra sensitive without verging into overstimulation and she's radiating absolute contentment and love. Soon the emotions are too much to bear without acting upon and she raises her head from his shoulder to kiss him softly but thoroughly.

There is a part of her heart that will always be his no matter what happens in the future - how can it not, when he is the first to show her such exquisite pleasure and wrap her in love like this?

She laughs breathily when they part and lightly cups his cheek.]

That was definitely worth the wait.

[ Shaxx still isn't much for kissing, but at times like these, he can rise to the occasion. He laughs in answer when she pulls away. ]

Now you know what happens when you do too much Titan bothering.

[ He grins. Osiris could have warned her. But all Warlocks ultimately have to learn for themselves.

Then he cups one of her breasts in his hand, leaning down to place a light kiss on it. ]

[She always treasures his kisses when she can have them.]

You say that like this wasn't fun. But I think I'm going to have bruises from this.

[Fun though it was, she's probably not going to go out of her way to tease him so much again unless she wants it that rough. But she knows he would have stopped if it had ever been too much for her.

All this gentleness is a welcome contrast, however, and Wanda sighs happily and arches up into his touch to give him better access to her breasts. She has to fight the urge to close her eyes again.]

Do you want me to leave them?

[ That she'll have bruises is something that only adds to his smugness. Leaving a visible sign, however temporary, feeds his desire for victory and conquest. With a lover, it takes on an added dimension of having left a mark one someone adored and possessed completely.

He finds one of the red marks his fingers left on her hip, traces it over lightly. ]

Your choice. [ The act of marking her, if not deliberate, is the satisfying thing. By habit he tends to avoid leaving bruises or bite marks or scratches where they'd be easily visible anyway unless asked otherwise, out of a desire for privacy. (Not that such marks tend to last long anyway in a place where death and resurrection is in everyone's near future.) It's ultimately her body, even if she's honored him by sharing for a little while. ]

Edited 2021-07-30 20:21 (UTC)

[Oh. Wanda senses that pride and grins - until his fingers dance over the blooming bruises on her hip and she shivers and goes still.]

I'll leave those for you, [she says, a little breathlessly,] but I might need that shoulder.

[Gently, she kisses his cheek. She doesn't mind if people know that someone loves her.]

Unless you want everyone to see for a little while.

[ He leans in to place a very light kiss on her shoulder as well. ]

That is also your decision. [ He mulls over it for a few seconds, lightly caressing her shoulder. ] It's... different here. No one knows who I am.

[ He never realized what a relief such a thing could be until now. He's been a living legend too long. So if Wanda wants to walk around with a bite mark on her shoulder... it's her business. It's not an item of particular curiosity for anyone, not a matter of keeping the shreds of privacy he has. ]

[She turns her head to kiss his hair.]

And no one knows who I am or thinks I'm anything that strange here.

[The media is terrible and ravenous, and if she ever had a lover at home they'd be hounded relentlessly. It's not easy for any of the Avengers, but she's sure it would be worse for anyone seen with one of the more 'unusual' members of the team. It's not something she'd wish on anyone.]

I will leave that one tonight just for you and decide in the morning. Unless it makes you uncomfortable.

[ It's a strange commonality for them to have, and a sad one, even if Shaxx is well aware there is a different flavor to their fame. Wanda's is far less positive than his, which makes for scrutiny even more difficult to deal with.

He places another light kiss on the mark. ]

Of course it doesn't.

[ It's a physical sign of what they shared, and as far as he's concerned, what they just shared was very good indeed. ]

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