[Caught up in the moment, nearly overwhelmed by the strength of Wanda's feelings over the bond, the Vision follows her to the bed and kisses her greedily. Between sensing her pleasure and the feelings her cries evoke in him, it's starting to toe the line of being too much for him to handle. It's not overwhelming, not yet, but it will be if he doesn't pace himself.
(How much worse would it be if he were getting a physical response out of this as well? No, better to start this way and build up to that later, lest he short-circuit himself somehow. He's not actually sure if that would happen or not, but it's a concern in the back of his mind.)
Once he releases the kiss, his hands make their way back down her body, pausing here and there for a caress as he settles himself between her legs. There's a thread of nervousness (how not? This is completely outside his realm of experience), but also a firm resolution. He wants this, and he can feel that she wants it, too.]
I feel I ought to mention that my experience in this area has been entirely theoretical, up until now. [A smile tugs at his lips, because of course she knows that. She's seen every corner of his mind. And his tone is light, but there's an undercurrent of need beneath it, and his eyes and heart shine with an overpowering love for her.
So with his disclaimer stated, he begins once more to explore her with his hands; it is easier when he can see what he's doing, and he rubs at her clit gently for a few moments first. Ever so careful not to go too fast, he slips one finger into her and thrusts a few times, then adds another and tries to find a steady rhythm. He's breathing hard now, and starting to let out soft cries in tandem with hers - Wanda's feelings spill over into his own and it feels so good, and it's the best kind of feedback he could ask for, telling him right when it's not enough and when he needs to shift just slightly and when she needs him to thrust harder, and it's all flowing back and forth between their minds so he's no longer sure where he ends and she begins, or if there even is such a thing anymore.]
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(How much worse would it be if he were getting a physical response out of this as well? No, better to start this way and build up to that later, lest he short-circuit himself somehow. He's not actually sure if that would happen or not, but it's a concern in the back of his mind.)
Once he releases the kiss, his hands make their way back down her body, pausing here and there for a caress as he settles himself between her legs. There's a thread of nervousness (how not? This is completely outside his realm of experience), but also a firm resolution. He wants this, and he can feel that she wants it, too.]
I feel I ought to mention that my experience in this area has been entirely theoretical, up until now. [A smile tugs at his lips, because of course she knows that. She's seen every corner of his mind. And his tone is light, but there's an undercurrent of need beneath it, and his eyes and heart shine with an overpowering love for her.
So with his disclaimer stated, he begins once more to explore her with his hands; it is easier when he can see what he's doing, and he rubs at her clit gently for a few moments first. Ever so careful not to go too fast, he slips one finger into her and thrusts a few times, then adds another and tries to find a steady rhythm. He's breathing hard now, and starting to let out soft cries in tandem with hers - Wanda's feelings spill over into his own and it feels so good, and it's the best kind of feedback he could ask for, telling him right when it's not enough and when he needs to shift just slightly and when she needs him to thrust harder, and it's all flowing back and forth between their minds so he's no longer sure where he ends and she begins, or if there even is such a thing anymore.]