The low light of the room couldn’t diminish the brightness of pale white hair as Pietro Maximoff threw his head back, the moan he had long been suppressing releases, and his knuckles match his hair color turning white as they clutched the bedsheets he lay upon. Soft sucking noises continue and Pietro bites his bottom lip to keep quiet, regretting his earlier exclamation. He looks down the length of his body at Remy whose brown hair sways with the movements of his head as he takes Pietro’s cock deeper into his mouth. The not quite former thief had shed his Serval Uniform earlier, so Pietro had an unencumbered view of his body as it knelt between his legs. Remy takes Pietro’s entire cock in again, and Pietro throws his head back against the pillows once more, eyes screwed tight as he strained not to release so quickly. It felt as though Remy had been edging him on for hours, though it had barely been thirty two minutes and fifteen seconds since he had knocked on Remy’s door.
The two of them had lapsed into a kind of routine, something to help take the edge off as they worked with the team. Some days Remy would show up and Pietro would be fucked into his mattress, other days Remy was content to let Pietro take control and ride the Speedster. Now he suffers under Remy’s expert tongue, and just when Pietro feels a tightening in his gut, Remy pulls away with a smirk. Pietro really wants to punch him, he knew that Remy loved to tease him. Remy pushes back the strands of his hair that had fallen into his red eyes and looks at Pietro who was trying not to ruin the mood with a death glare. Remy reaches over the edge of the bed and pulls up a small bag, spilling its contents on the bed. Pietro hadn’t noticed the bag in his haste when he first showed up in Remy’s room.
Pietro raises himself a bit on his forearms to be able to see, hard cock still aching and missing the heat of Remy’s mouth. There was a bottle of lube and some toys in different sizes, oh. This was going to be that kind of night. Remy was going to drag this out even more than Pietro had anticipated. He was going to make Pietro beg for his cock, and the thought of having to beg for Remy to fuck him sends a shiver down his spine. Why couldn’t Remy be content with a quick fuck, it wasn’t like Pietro was objecting. He lets out a sigh and Remy makes a shushing noise before instructing him to lay back as he picks up a mid-sized toy and begins to prepare it. It’s not long before Remy is moving his knees apart, careful fingers find his entrance and rubs his hole, inserting one then two fingers. Pietro begins to relax back into it, suddenly wanting to see again, props himself up and watches. Pietro bit his bottom lip as Remy lined up the lubed up dildo with his hole, slowly, slowly, inching it in. Pietro lets out a small “ah” as he adjusts to the object inside him and Remy speaks in a soft lust filled voice.
“You like this?”
Pietro nods but wishes it was Remy’s cock instead, he eyes it wistfully, it was almost fully erect, but Remy was less concerned with himself than he was with his task. Pietro is about to reach for his own cock to masturbate in time to the thrusts of the toy inside him when Remy speaks again, “That’s it... take it… that’s good boy, take it all.”
Pietro glances at Remy’s face with a dry throat, who looks at him with inquisitive eyes, how did he know? How did he know that Pietro secretly got more aroused when someone talked to him like that? Pietro flushed, embarrassed, but Remy pulls the dildo out of him and shoves it back in while asking again, “Something wrong?”
Pietro shakes his head slowly.
“Lay back.”
Pietro does, heart racing as he waits, and Remy doesn’t say anything more for a few long minutes, they watched each other as Remy fucks him with the toy, it wasn’t big, just the right size for him to loosen up and then Remy pulls it out, tossing it off to the side. Pietro watches as Remy lubes up his cock, glistening fingers stroke it to full hardness once more before it seeks to take the place of the dildo. Pietro almost begins to think that it’s a fluke, Remy hadn’t guessed his secret kink, and he relaxes a bit, letting Remy take his time. It wasn’t anything he had ever admitted to anyone else let alone himself.
Remy had watched Pietro carefully earlier and noticed the change in his expression when he had praised him. Remy wanted to grin but played it cool, he had a theory that he was going to test tonight, either it would work or Pietro would kick him out of bed. He really hoped it was the former because he was getting pretty attached to this mercurial man. When they had first started fucking Pietro would move so fast, going through the motions without enjoying it, now that was fine some of the time but Remy prided himself on making sure his lovers were well taken care of and that meant taking his time. He once tried to ask Pietro what he liked but Pietro had brushed it off with a “whatever feels good, I will let you know when it isn’t good”. Remy had accepted that at first, but after several weeks of quick couplings he had decided to take matters into his own hands and figure out what turned Pietro on the most. It had started with light bondage, silk scarves lightly tied, Pietro had suffered it but it was obvious it wasn’t his thing. Blind folds were another failure. Role play was out too. Remy took the challenge in stride, he wanted Pietro to cry out in want, in need, and if that meant spending more time figuring out what made him tick then it was worth it.
Light blue eyes watch him and Remy finally sheaths himself within Pietro’s body, groaning at the heat that surrounds his cock, he lets out a breathy, “So good, such a good boy...” Pietro’s muscles tighten around him and he feels excitement thrum under Pietro’s skin, “So good for daddy.” Pietro lets out a small sound from the back of his throat, and Remy waits a few seconds but when Pietro doesn't object, he continues. Balancing himself on his hands on either side of Pietro’s body Remy thrusts once, before commanding him, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Pietro does, and Remy thrusts harder than before, beginning to set a slow rhythm, and Pietro’s hands make their way to his ass, fingers leave marks as Remy enjoys the sensations of Pietro’s ass, of Pietro’s cock as it rubs against his belly. It’s a silent few moments as they watch each other, Remy’s slow thrusts make Pietro feel like hours tick by before the next one.
“Talk to me.”
Pietro swallows roughly, “It’s good.”
Remy makes a noise like he wanted Pietro to say more, “Only good?” He changes angles and thrusts deeper than before making Pietro arch up, nails digging harder into Remy’s skin, “Tell Daddy how you really feel.”
“Yes…” he hesitated but then in a tentative voice said, “Yes, it feels fucking amazing... Daddy.”
He hopes that he hasn’t overstepped but Remy makes a noise of encouragement and Pietro is finally able to relax, to let the sensations take over him as Remy kisses his way up to Pietro’s mouth, the hot taste of him, the pressure. Moaning with pleasure as Remy’s cock filled him again and again.
“Come on baby boy, cum for me” Remy murmurs as he takes Pietro’s cock in his hand and moves in time with his thrusts, eager to see Pietro’s seed coat his hand. Just hearing his soft praise, his lustful want, drives Pietro wild, he moans out, “Yes, Daddy.”
Pietro pulls himself up enough to kiss him as feels his climax mount, groaning into Remy’s mouth as he cums. Remy isn’t far behind with his own release. Pietro flops back onto the bed, sweat dotting his body as though he had just run a marathon, Remy rests on top of him, still sheathed inside of him. Well, that certainly was not what he expected but he couldn’t deny that Remy had managed to draw out a side of him he never acknowledged. He feels relaxed and excited that they would do this again soon. Remy shifts slightly to press a kiss to Pietro’s forehead and whisper, “Good boy.” Before moving to spoon him for the rest of the night.