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The first time they’d had sex, it had been rather impulsive and rushed. Vision had been surreptitiously assisting Wanda with her “secret Avengers” duties, she’d caught him, and their passions had overflowed at finally seeing one another again. Vision had thought many times about how he wanted his first sexual experience to be, especially the fact that he wanted it to be with Wanda. He couldn’t complain about how it had gone, really. However, he had to admit that he’d hoped for them to have a romantic evening where they could take their time with each other, rather than rushed blowjobs in a seedy hotel as they worried about the future.
Since they’d agreed they would have a “next time”, he wanted to provide something a bit more like his original ideas.
Well, worrying about the future was still in the cards, but he wanted to show Wanda a more romantic time now that he knew they were going to meet, and that sex was a possibility. Naturally, he chose Paris as the next city they could meet in. He’d also gone ahead and invested in candles, flowers, and chocolate covered strawberries for them to share. He had to admit, he was a sucker for old romantic tropes.
He’d also picked up condoms, because he prided himself on being responsible and practical. He was more than a little embarrassed that he’d let his baser impulses prevent him from asking about protection last time.
After Wanda had completed her mission for the day, she met him at the luxurious hotel he’d directed her towards.
“Vis…don’t take this the wrong way, but how did you pay for this?”
“I do technically work for Stark Industries…” was his dodge of an answer.
He didn’t mention that he’d used his knowledge from having been Jarvis to siphon off some unneeded funds from his billionaire creator’s bank account. Was that technically embezzling? Yes. But at the same time, did Tony really need all those billions? This could technically count as charity work, in Vision’s opinion. Wanda didn’t question him further, to his relief.
He admired her dazzled expression when she saw the romantic, candlelit room, but also felt an attack of nervousness. Was this too straightforward? Would she prefer they maybe just have a relaxing evening eating dinner? Well, him cooking dinner and her eating it, since certain human foods could make him drunk. Or maybe feeling a bit drunk would be a good thing to ease his nerves right now…
“Wanda, I’m sorry if this is too much…”
“Vis, this is wonderful ,” she interrupted, pulling him down by his sweater into a kiss that left little ambiguity about her intentions with him for the evening.
“You’re… you’re sure about this? About us… tonight? Right now?” he stumbled through asking when she broke away to take a breath.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Vis,” she breathed against his lips before kissing him again. Although Vision was sometimes annoyed by the fact that he didn’t need to breathe (it was such an obvious marker of being non-human), he really did appreciate it at times like this. He could just kiss her and kiss her, never worrying about coming up for air unless she needed to. His hands settled on her hips as he savored the taste of her kiss, the sweetness of her mouth that he assumed was at least partly from her preference for flavored lip balms, that taste that was so very much her .
Naturally, both their hands quickly began to wander. He helped divest her of her coat, hanging it up on the coat hook for her with gentlemanly flair, while she pawed at him through his sweater, appreciating the muscular build she could feel through the soft fabric, trying to trace the sensitive vibranium lines she knew lay underneath from their last encounter.
His hands traced her in return, running slowly up her sides before cupping her breasts, enjoying the soft squish of them he could feel even through her shirt and bra. She giggled at the touch and pulled away from him slightly.
“Sorry, Wanda, if I did something wrong…” Giggling was usually a good thing, but he was so new to this, so nervous that he still felt that pang of worry that she might be laughing at his naive efforts.
“What? Oh, no, Vis, you’re fine!” She smiled at him, thumbs pressing circles on his sides as she still held him. “You just reminded me that I’d much rather be out of these clothes right now.”
“Well, that can be arranged…” He returned to kissing her, hands wandering to the hem of her shirt, wordlessly asking permission when he reached the edge, and helping divest her of the garment. He enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin under his palms then, how she felt so alive and it just reminded him that she was here this was real and Wanda wanted him, that this wasn’t just another fantasy he’d lost himself in.
His hands reached her bra strap, and he reached into his mind to pull up the research he’d done on the schematics for those frustrating little clasps. Since he was well aware of his inexperience, he decided he could always do what he did best--research. And one thing he’d noted was that human partners tended to find the tiny fasteners on bras to be especially difficult to undo in the heat of the moment, and that some found the inability to unhook a partner’s undergarments to be embarrassing and even moment-ruining.
Well, even having done all that research, he quickly realized that without seeing the fastener in question to know its exact schematics there was still some fumbling involved. Wanda helpfully reached back to unhook the fastener herself.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she soothed him, noticing his embarrassed expression. “Even I still fumble with those sometimes.”
Well, there was one way he hoped to erase any embarrassment over fumbling. He began kissing a line down her neck as he gently backed her towards the bed, laying her down as he gently grazed his teeth over a spot she seemed sensitive. At her pleasured cry of his name, he left a mark there, before traveling further downwards.
“ Vis,” she called again as he nipped at her collarbone, tugging at his sweater. He pulled away to look up at her, worried he’d done something wrong. “Take this off,” she ordered instead, tugging at his sleeve. Well, if that’s what she wanted, he was more than willing to oblige, removing his sweater and folding it neatly before setting it aside on a nearby chair.
It still amazed him that she wanted to see him in any state of undress. She was human, and surely logic dictated that she’d find a fellow human to be more attractive? She looked heavenly, half-nude lying back on the sheets, but she had a devilish gleam in her eye as she beckoned him back to her, pulling him over her as her hands ran down his back and their lips met again.
Oh, this felt even better, skin to skin as their tongues tangled, feeling her breasts press against his chest as her hands traced his vibranium lines. He could kiss her forever like this, but he had plans.
He traced his route downwards again, hands touching and teasing where his mouth soon followed. He circled one nipple with his tongue, watching it pebble as his saliva cooled in the air, before taking it in his mouth as his hand played with her other breast. She gasped with pleasure and arched her back, spurring him on as he switched places, using his mouth where his fingers had played. She had such beautiful tits; god, he’d been distracted by them for how long now? Enough that he’d half-unintentionally designed her super suit to emphasize them, for sure. And they were so delightfully sensitive, it was so tempting to spend all the time in the world with his face buried in her chest…
But no, he had a mission. For the longest time, he’d wanted to taste her. To eat her out, to pleasure her with his mouth. It was one of his deepest fantasies, and one that he never thought he’d have the chance to act on in reality. And especially since he hadn’t gotten the opportunity to do so the last time they’d met, he wanted the chance now.
“Vis, that tickles!” she giggled as he kissed lightly down her abdomen, learning to his delight that she, the terrifying sorceress, was indeed ticklish, quickly correcting his course so as to avert her discomfort. Still, he filed that away in his ever-growing reference file about her. Oh, how much more would he have the delight of learning?
“May I?” he asked when he reached the fastener of her jeans, looking up at her for permission. She was already flushed, lips parted, hair slightly mussed from having laid back on the bed. And all that from just some petting?
She reached down to help him unfasten them herself, kicking off her shoes and tossing the pants aside like they’d gravely insulted her. Then she laid back, legs spread in invitation, wearing nothing but a simple set of panties, wet spot visibly soaking through them.
Holy shit. Vision wasn’t necessarily one for either religion or cursing, but his mind could supply no other vocabulary for his immediate reaction to that view.
“Are you alright, Vis?” She asked, taking in his deer-in-the-headlights frozen state.
“Yes!” he suddenly jolted out of his trance. “It’s just… just… you’re very beautiful.” He managed to spit out.
“You’ve seen me naked already before,” she reminded him, laughing gently.
“That doesn’t make you any less breathtaking.”
Vision very much enjoyed the slight blush he saw rising in her cheeks, mixed with the arousal-flush that continued down her chest, as he traced teasing patterns on her inner thighs, fingers slowly moving towards where she wanted them. Thankfully, his own eagerness sped the journey along, and soon he was tracing his fingers at the apex of her thighs, touching her through her soaked panties.
Although he had plenty of helpful anatomical charts in his mind, it was her reactions that did the most to guide him. He quickly found her clit, rubbing and circling it through the fabric, following her sighs and gasps to find a rhythm and pressure she liked.
They both wanted more, and when he reached for the waistband of her panties her hands were right there with his to push the offending garment off and down her legs.
If the sight of her only in wet panties had been breathtaking, seeing her completely bare and aroused before him was leading to a full “Vision.exe has stopped working” situation. He felt like he was staring rudely for an eternity, even though he knew logically it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before her sweet laugh broke the tension.
“You alright, Vis?”
“I’ve never felt better in my whole life,” he responded, dazed as he dropped to his knees beside the bed, pulling her toward him and arranging her legs over his shoulders. Oh, he’d especially imagined this particular act many times; it populated his fantasies and he’d done extra research in the hopes that he’d be able to properly pleasure her this way despite his lack of real-world experience.
(Amusingly, one of the videos he kept as a reference file was called “Eating Out Your Girlfriend: It’s Real and It Matters”. He was rather concerned about the state of humanity if humans really had to be reassured that orally pleasuring a female partner was possible, much less that it was important to do so! It was, however, rather thorough in its explanation, so he let his concern over the title slide.)
As he kissed his way up one thigh, Vision reached down to unfasten his own trousers. His arousal had rendered them far too tight to be comfortable. He resisted the urge to palm himself through his underwear; he still hoped to last long enough to use his cock on her. Stamina was another thing he hoped to work on in the future.
He parted her folds with his fingers, licking a broad stripe up her slit, tasting her for the first time as he gathered slick before circling her clit with his tongue. How had he lived so long without tasting her? The fact that he tended not to taste many things in general only made it more special in his mind. His tongue wandered lower again, dipping into her opening to taste more of her as his nose bumped her clit.
He tried to pay attention to her reactions, to let her moans and sighs guide him as best as he knew, and he was grateful when she reached down to hold his head and guide him. With her help, he quickly found a pace she liked. Her hips bucked, her breathing heavy as he sensed her peak approaching, and he reached to hold her hips down to steady her.
A mix of Sokovian curse words and Vision’s name spilled in a steady stream from Wanda’s lips. She was so, so close…
One last lick sent her over the edge, legs involuntarily clamping around his ears as her cries echoed off the walls. He dutifully worked her through her orgasm, relieved that he’d apparently done well and only mildly inconvenienced by the unexpected headlock she had him in.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Vis!” Wanda rushed out the words as she returned to her senses, setting him free from her grip.
“It’s no problem, darling,” he reassured her, giving a deep, pleased hum as he wiped his mouth on the sheets. “I’m just glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Do you… need to rest?”
“Not without seeing to you! Pants off. Up here. Now.”
Well, he wasn’t going to ignore that order. He dutifully stripped off his remaining clothing, set it aside, and joined her on the bed. Immediately she whisked him into a passionate kiss, tasting herself on his tongue as he attempted to match her passion. Her hand traced a quick path from his chest and down his abs before taking his cock in hand.
“Wanda, I, ah… ” his words were stolen away in a moan as she began stroking, thumb passing over the sensitive head and spreading pre-cum with every stroke.
“What is it, my love?”
It took effort to form words; between his heart soaring at being called “my love” and the fact that his blood (or, well, whatever fluid worked as blood for him) was decidedly not in his brain right now, he wasn’t ideally equipped for conversation.
“Wanda, I… I’m not sure how long I’ll last…” he managed. “So, however you want me…”
She slowed her hand and he wasn’t sure if it was relief or torture.
“Well, how do you want me?” she asked, and got a pleasured groan in response. Oh, so the ever-eloquent synthezoid was beyond words at the moment? Well, she’d do her best to fill in, then. “Do you want my mouth or my pussy?” She knew his answer from reading his mind--it didn’t even take much use of her powers, as he was thinking rather loudly at the moment. Still, it was a wonderful thrill to hear him say his answer.
“Your... your pussy…” he answered, and she was sure that if he’d had any blood to spare he would have blushed. He was so cute when he was aroused and flustered this way.
He expected her to swing her leg over and ride him as she had their previous time together, but was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him atop her instead. Oh. He’d been wanting to try this too, he just hoped he wouldn’t disappoint her.
Thankfully he gathered the presence of mind to reach for the condoms on the bedside table, rolling one on without much fuss. He wasn’t going to let himself be careless again.
He met her eyes as he settled between her legs, and was relieved and elated to see her gazing back at him with lust that matched his own. She reached down to help position him at her entrance, legs wrapping around his hips as he pushed inside. He tried to be as gentle as possible, one hand tenderly tracing circles on her hip while the other held him up. He buried his face almost shyly in her hair, moaning as he sheathed himself to the hilt.
“You alright, love?” she asked, affectionately stroking down his back as she noticed him holding still.
“Yes, just… gathering myself so I don’t cum right now.” He knew she wouldn’t judge if he did, and reassured himself that he’d already seen to her pleasure, but he still had his pride.
Taking a subtle shift of her hips as his cue to move, he began a slow, gentle, deliberate pace, equal parts savoring the feel of her wet heat around him and figuring out what angle and depth thrusts she preferred. Right, if he could just approach this scientifically, then maybe…
When she moaned his name upon him finding a particularly good thrust, all thoughts of science went out the window. His arousal spurred him faster as he tried to keep consistent with what she liked, his hips snapping into hers, finding the right angle to hit the spot within her she liked. On instinct, he gripped her thigh to spread her wider and thrust deeper as she called his name. He pulled back to take in the sight of her, head thrown back and face a picture of ecstasy, tits bouncing with each snap of his hips. Shit he wasn’t going to last long, thrusting faster to chase the release he’d felt building since the moment he entered her.
She reached down to play with her clit, and he mentally chided himself for not thinking to ensure her pleasure that way, but he was so, so close, he really couldn’t think straight, the best he could hope was that she was close too...
He broke with a cry of her name, burying his face in her hair as he held her as close as possible, trembling as his cock twitched within her. His release thankfully helped trigger hers, giving a contented sigh as her walls fluttered around him. It was obviously less intense than before, but some deep, primal part of his mind was just proud that he’d managed to bring her to orgasm twice.
They held each other for a moment in the aftermath, breathing heavily as they recovered, relishing the closeness for a moment before he pulled away to dispose of the condom and get a washcloth from the bathroom. He immediately returned to her side, pulling her close as he helped clean them both up before settling in to cuddle. This was just as heavenly, having her in his arms like this, exchanging soft kisses. Soon, the efforts of their exertions caught up to them, and they drifted to sleep.
***
Wanda awoke what must have been a few hours later, relieved to find the candles blown out rather than having burned down the room in their distraction. As for who had seen to that, well, she merely needed to turn to see Vision sitting on the bed beside her, still naked, chin resting on his hand as he looked out the window contemplatively. She simply lay there and looked her fill for a minute, enjoying how sexy he looked in the dim, romantic lighting, before gently reaching out with her powers to read what had him looking so... broody.
I still can’t believe she wants to be with me, she read from his mind. I’m so obviously non-human, and theoretically that should make me less desirable to her… surely I can’t just be a curiosity, can I? I mean, this was only the second time we’ve been together this way, but we’ve been close for so long…
Ah, so that was it then. Having heard enough, she withdrew from his mind. Still, she wanted to distract him from his train of thought.
“Hey there, sexy,” she greeted him, voice still slightly groggy with the last vestiges of sleep as she embraced him, pecking a kiss on his cheek.
“Oh, Wanda, I didn’t mean to wake you…”
“Don’t worry, you didn’t,” she reassured, resting her head on his shoulder. Something on the nearby table caught her eye. “Are those chocolate covered strawberries?” she asked.
“Yes, I figured they would be nice for our romantic evening, as they seem to be considered a staple of such arrangements. We somewhat forgot about them last night, though…”
“Eh, I’ll still eat them.” She reached over and grabbed the plate, settling to sit next to him again.
“Wanda! Do I need to remind you about proper food storage...”
“Oh, I’ve eaten worse, don’t worry.” She picked up one, slightly melted chocolate be damned, and ate it, licking the chocolate from her fingers afterwards--an action which certainly caught his attention. “Do you want one?”
“I’m… not entirely sure of the effect it will have on me…”
“We have a few days together, right? Don’t worry, Vis, I’ll be here to watch over you if you get drunk again.”
“Alright then…”
She held the strawberry up to his lips and he took it, lips brushing her fingers. Taking her example, he took another one of the fruits and held it up to her. They took turns, then, feeding each other the strawberries until the plate was empty, and the morning sun was starting to stream through the curtains. The strawberries weren’t horrible, but it admittedly would have been better if they’d been chilled and the chocolate less melted...
“Next time, we shouldn’t forget these!” she told him.
“Of course!” was his simple reply, but she couldn’t miss how his eyes sparkled at the confirmation of a “next time”.
Unfortunately for Vision, a few minutes later it turned out they could add strawberries to the list of foods that made him “drunk”. At least Wanda didn’t mind being there to keep him from intoxicatedly phasing through the floor, and helping him through the hangover afterwards. Well, maybe the strawberries could just be for her in future encounters.
And there would be future encounters. He was worth all the effort to sneak away and see him, and she’d make sure he knew how much she cared.