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That magic show sure had gone awry. It had taken all of Wanda’s powers to make it look like, well, like they didn’t have powers. Poor Vision had gotten “drunk” from having swallowed solid or sticky food again--she’d found out it was gum this time--leading to a lot of unexpected improvisation. Things sure had been wacky lately, but thankfully so far she’d managed to roll with it and keep things on a “wacky hijinks” level rather than a “truly mitigating disaster” level.
Having salvaged the magic show, she was now left with both of them still in their costumes as the rest of the town went milling about and mingling at the garden party. And her husband looked nothing short of stunning in that magician’s outfit. The tailcoat tuxedo really suited him, and his slightly mussed hair was just begging to be messed up further. She didn’t need to read his mind to know that he was quite enjoying her in her “lovely assistant’s” outfit as well. The sexy red one-piece showed off both her cleavage and her legs, and he wasn’t subtle at all about looking her over, even when he was sober. Of course, he thought he was being subtle, which made it all the more adorable.
“Wait until they see you in this ,” he’d said earlier when he’d handed her the costume. While she wasn’t sure what opinions the townspeople had, and didn’t much care what their opinions were, she was really enjoying his reaction.
“So, Illusion , do you think you’d mind showing me around the Cabinet of Mysteries one more time?” she asked, batting her eyes at him and running her eyes up and down his form, hoping he caught her hint.
“Well, my darling Glamour ,” he answered, very much returning her lustful gaze, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
They walked back behind the gazebo, where the cabinet in question was still stored. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, Vision opened the door with a gentlemanly flair, gesturing for Wanda to step inside first. After she did so, she immediately turned around, grabbed her husband by his coat lapels, and pulled him inside into a kiss that left no doubt regarding her intentions as the door slammed shut behind them.
Unfortunately, the slam of the door seemed to shake Vision back to his more usual sensible nature.
“Darling! Wait a second… the whole neighborhood…” he asked between kisses.
“They can’t see us while we’re in here, remember! Plus, this was partly your idea,” Wanda countered.
“I know! But if someone were to look for us…”
“We could… uh, we could cover it as rehearsing for our next magic act!”
“Rehearsing naked?! Really, dear, I’m not sure they’ll accept that explanation…” He really, really wanted to go through with their original plan of doing… something here in the cabinet, but maybe they’d have a better chance if they tried to sneak away to their house instead…
“Who says we have to be naked?” she easily countered.
Oh . Oh, she was right…
As he was processing that realization, she felt around in the dark, trailing her hands down his chest and enjoying the feel of the fine fabrics of his magician suit. She quickly found her goal, reaching his belt, and barely taking a moment of fumbling to unhook it and get to work on his trouser fastenings.
“Hold on a moment, I think I can help…” he offered. A moment later, a soft glow filled the cabinet, giving them a full view of each other. Vision had switched back to his synth form, and was using the mind stone to cast a soft light through the dark space.
“Thank you, honey.” She pressed a peck to his lips before going back to work on his pants, unzipping them and pushing his underwear aside to free his cock. He gasped as she took him in hand, her gloves providing a unique sensation against his sensitive skin as she stroked him. He tried to shift to a more comfortable position, maybe where he could lean against a wall and…
Instead, he made a rather undignified “oof” sound as he accidentally leaned against the false back wall of the cabinet, and it started to swing away from him.
“Looks like we’ll have to be a little more careful, dear,” he observed as he righted himself. “It might be a better idea back there, though… that way, if anyone opens the cabinet, they won’t immediately see us.”
Wanda agreed, and they shuffled back into the hidden compartment. Sure, it was even more cramped, but hey, they could make it work. Being pressed together like this was quite thrilling anyways, and somewhat the point of their whole endeavor, after all.
She decided to get right back into the action, as it were, pushing his pants open a bit further for better access as he leaned against one of the solid walls of the cabinet. Hmm, he seemed to enjoy the way the gloves felt against him, so why not use those for all they were worth?
He gasped as she reached down to gently cup his balls, before slowly tracing her fingers up the center seam to the base of his cock, teasing him with the sensation of the silky fabric. She traced idle patterns up his shaft, pausing to circle the head and brush the sensitive spot where it met the head on the underside, following the vibranium vein on the underside back down before taking mercy on him and starting to stroke him properly, hand gripping his shaft.
It was delightfully obvious how difficult it was for him to control his sounds of pleasure, muffling himself with one hand. She made a mental note to set these gloves aside for future amorous endeavors.
It took some maneuvering in the small space, but he managed to wedge his free hand between them, and she eagerly shuffled her legs apart as best she could, anticipating the feeling of him stroking her over her costume. Instead, it was her turn to gasp as she felt his fingers gently brush directly against her sopping folds as if she were bare. She spared a quick glance downward, before meeting his eyes again and finding him with a charmingly smug expression as she realized he was cleverly phasing through the crotch of her costume.
It was her turn to attempt to keep quiet as he stroked along her folds, teasing her in just the way he knew she liked, before gathering her slick to stroke her clit. His touch was light at first, providing the barest stimulation as her hips chased his hand, slowly applying more pressure as her pleasure built.
Her rhythm on his cock faltered when he slipped two fingers into her, easily finding her g-spot as his palm phased through her costume to rub her clit. She was determined to keep pleasuring him, but it was so distracting, having his fingers crooked inside her just right as he let her grind her clit against him…
She was about to complain when he suddenly removed his hand, leaving her desperately wanting him. Just as suddenly, however, he pulled her back against him, bracing her up so that his cock jutted through her legs at the apex of her thighs, his phasing abilities letting her feel his shaft against her folds as if her outfit had disappeared. Wanda crossed her ankles, the cramped space making it easy for her to brace herself and balance, pressing her thighs together to squeeze him as he began thrusting, her copious arousal soaking him and easily providing enough lubrication.
Fuck , this felt so good, the way his shaft stroked along her folds with every thrust, brushing her clit when she angled her hips just right. The way his mouth kissed and sucked and nipped at her neck as his hands cupped her breasts only added to the intensity. Oh , if only they didn’t have to worry about the neighbors outside! It was maddening, trying to hold in every moan, every gasp. She wanted to take his cock so badly , but could she risk disrobing completely with only the cabinet for privacy?
And, wait… there was a problem with even doing this too. Already, Wanda’s costume was soaked through with her slick, and when Vision got around to finishing… how would they hide the mess? She tried to mentally relay this to Vision. She knew that it was scrambled alongside thoughts of how much she wanted him in her pussy, but didn’t care. After all, he probably had gathered that already.
“Wanda, my love,” he moaned into her ear, pace faltering as he processed the information. “You could use magic to change your costume, right?” he asked.
Well, if the cabinet hid her magic from the neighborhood…
With a snap of her fingers and a bewitching twitch of her nose, she was left wearing only those silky gloves from earlier. She expected him to regain his rhythm from before, but instead he surprised her by turning her around and hoisting her up, positioning himself at her entrance and letting her sink down the full length of his cock.
Wanda had to scream into her hand at the wonderfully full sensation. Adding to the feeling was the fact that, due to their height difference, her feet couldn’t solidly touch the floor in this position. Instead, he had to hold her up and carry her as he braced against the cabinet, gravity naturally sinking her down his length. It all felt so intense , especially when she shifted her hips for an optimal angle as he mercilessly thrust into her. She knew he was more than strong enough to hold her up, enjoying the feeling of being able to be just picked up like this. Every nerve felt aflame in the best way, and she was acutely aware of the texture and feel of his suit fabric brushing against her bare skin and sensitive nipples. Water pricked at the edges of her eyes as the heat built, compounded by the way he moaned into her ear, whispering how good she felt and how beautiful she was and how much he loved her ...
She bit into his shoulder to muffle her finishing cry, the dry taste of suit fabric doing little to dull the intensity of her finish. He moaned into her hair--too gentlemanly to bite her back this time, perhaps?-- as he thrust deep and spilled inside, holding her close as he trembled with his own equally intense release. The twitching of his cock and the flutter of her walls around him drew out the sensation for the both of them.
“Has anyone seen the Maximoffs lately? They sure ran off quickly after the show…” Dottie’s voice echoed faintly from outside the cabinet, sending a bolt of panic through the couple.
As much as they wished they could stay there together, basking in the afterglow, they knew they’d have to get back to the damn garden party before anyone became suspicious. They reluctantly disentangled from each other, with Wanda re-summoning a clean version of her outfit in a flash of sparkles and Vision resuming his human disguise as he stuffed himself back into his suit pants. After quickly checking each other to see if they looked passably decent, they quietly stepped out of the cabinet, hoping that nobody noticed what they’d been up to.