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Vision and Wanda stumbled through the door of their hotel room in Amsterdam, too caught up in the taste and feel of each other to walk in properly. Indeed, they’d barely been able to break away from each other’s lips long enough to swipe the key card and open the door. To all the world they probably appeared to be honeymooning newlyweds, intoxicated with each other’s touch.
Once inside, they resumed how they’d been out in the hall--bodies pressed together as close as possible, kissing like the world was ending, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Vision still wore his human appearance as Wanda started stripping the both of them, hanging their coats carefully on the hooks by the door but not bothering with such ceremony for anything else, tossing her shirt and bra aside in between kisses, a pleasant shiver running down her spine as Vision’s wandering hands reached up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. She’d managed to get him shirtless as well, her hands stroking through his light dusting of chest hair by the time they reached the plush bed in the center of the room, kicking their shoes aside as they sat down.
“Vis, is it all right if I ask you something?” she asked, breaking the kiss. She started fidgeting with her hands. She hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake.
“You know you never have to worry about asking me for anything, darling,” he replied, those gorgeous too-blue eyes soft as he gently took hold of her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. His other hand cupped her face, and she nuzzled into the comforting touch.
“I know, it’s just… Well, to start with, I don’t want you to think that what we’ve been doing has been… inadequate in any way,” Wanda tried to search for the words. It was so distracting, having him right here, touching her so gently, so tenderly, but she knew she needed to explain before making her request. “I never want you to think you’re inadequate in any way. But… I was wondering… if we could try something a little different tonight?”
She’d clearly piqued Vision’s interest with that question. He sat up straighter, intently gazing at her as he asked, “Oh, what did you have in mind? A new position, perhaps? Or, maybe a new…” he searched for the word, “A new orifice?”
“Well… uh, first of all, love, for future reference please don’t call it an ‘orifice’ in the bedroom in the future…”
“But that is the correct term…” he asked, adorably perplexed.
“Yes, but it’s so… clinical . Then again, I guess the alternative is ‘hole’ which...hmm,” she pondered for a second, before shaking her head and clearing her thoughts. She’d mentally debate the sexiness vs. mood killer status of various words later. “Anyways, what I meant to ask was, and, please don’t take this the wrong way, if we could try having sex with you like this ,” she said, gesturing at his current state.
“Partially clothed?”
“No, not that,” she clarified, “Although that is a good idea for next time.” Damn, how was she going to concentrate well enough to ask him about her idea, when he kept giving her such wonderfully distracting other possibilities? The thought of him pounding into her while wearing something stylish while she was completely bare… no, wait, she had to focus! “But, I meant in this form. In your human form,” she explained.
“But, I thought you preferred…”
“And I do!” She was quick to reassure him. “But I was just, well, curious . How it would feel. If you even could . After all…” She moved closer to him, her touch gently trailing down his chest. “I remember that you couldn’t concentrate well enough once I got to you.” She met his eyes, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
To her surprise and relief, she saw her same eager lust reflected back in his eyes.
“I’d like to think my stamina has improved since my first time!” he retorted, scoffing in mock indignation. “And I must admit, I’ve been curious about this too. I didn’t want to interfere with your preferences regarding my appearance, and the fact that you like my usual form is rather convenient. But I have thought of certain… conveniences that this appearance might have as well.”
“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Well, I hope this doesn’t offend you either, but, well, there’s this fantasy I’ve had…” he took a deep breath, blushing slightly as he explained. “Where I, um… where I take you in public. Not putting on a live sex show or anything! But, like, maybe somewhere at least a little more risky… maybe in our car, or behind some trees in a park…”
She cut off his nervous ramblings with a kiss. Damn his ideas sounded hot as hell, and she loved it when she got to see this wilder, kinkier side of him. It was hilarious that the other Avengers had thought of him as so prim and proper-- lucky her , that she was the person who was privileged to learn that he fantasized about public sex. She definitely wanted to try his idea, but of course they’d need to see how he could handle keeping his human appearance first. There seemed no better way to begin this erotic experiment, as well as to shut down his nervousness, than to simply dive right in.
He eagerly matched her enthusiasm, tongue slipping into her mouth as he reciprocated the kiss. He gasped against her mouth as her hand wandered downwards to trace his cock through his pants, the soft dance of her fingers over the strained material providing only the barest relief to his passions, teasing him, making it oh so tempting for him to flip her onto her back and pound her into the mattress…
Wanda interrupted his train of thought as her lips moved to his neck, hot against his throat as she opened his pants, reaching in to firmly grip him through the stretched cotton of his shorts. She nipped at his sensitive skin, enjoying how the marks bloomed on pale flesh as she gently pushed him back on the bed. Oh sure, he’d probably be able to maintain his composure more easily if he was on top… but this was supposed to be a challenge, wasn’t it? To see if he could concentrate to keep his human disguise no matter the circumstances?
“ Fuck , Wanda, you’re going to be the end of me!” Vision gasped. Huh, apparently she’d let her thoughts slip with her powers.
She stepped back briefly to undress herself the rest of the way, pausing a moment to let Vision take in the sight of her completely bare, relishing the way his eyes darkened with arousal at the sight of her, and the way he looked with his pants hanging open and an obvious tent in his underwear. Damn .
Her lips left a hot, slow trail down his body, from the soft skin of his neck, down his collar bones, down his chest… her hands traced gentle trails in the wake of her mouth, too, raking through his sparse, pale chest hair, circling his nipples, running down his arms. A sharp intake of breath accompanied his hands digging into the blankets below him as she reached his stomach, making her way down his abs and down to that tantalizing trail of light hairs that reached up from his waistband. She followed that trail downwards until she hit fabric, at which point she skipped a bit downwards to press a hot, wet kiss to his cockhead as it tented the cotton. It twitched under her mouth, and she felt pre-cum soak through as he groaned.
She’d initially planned to tease him even more, stroking him through his underwear, but damn she wanted to see more of him. Her hands went to the waistband and he was all too eager to help her pull down his pants and underwear at the same time, leaving him completely bare before her. His cock was, of course, already standing, and she shamelessly raked her eyes over him, admiring him.
“Wanda…” he moaned, eyes shutting tight and turning his head away from her. Was he embarrassed? Maybe a little bit, but, she suspected, he was also overwhelmed by having her, while equally nude, so openly lust over him.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that, Vis?” she crooned as she gently stroked up his inner thighs, fingertips drawing ever closer to her goal. “Oh, the things I want to do to you…”
Whatever answer he wanted to say was lost in a gasp as she finally reached the apex of his thighs, tracing lightly over his balls. She cupped the sack gently, feeling the weight against her hand before trailing patterns over it, working upwards towards where his shaft was twitching in anticipation. She kept her touch feather-light when she finally touched his cock, the sensation oh so teasingly slight as she traced over it, outlining the curve of the vein along the bottom, the ridge of the head, the leaking slit at the tip.
His cock twitched under her touch. She lightly circled her hand around him, applying the slightest pressure as she started stroking him from root to tip and back, passing her thumb over the head with each stroke.
He didn’t beg. Not yet, at least. But the low, whining groan he let out at her teasing was the perfect cue for her to go further.
She pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the head of his cock. His beautiful, impossibly blue eyes locked on her as her tongue gently lapped over where her lips had been, teasing the slit at his tip. One hand kept him steady at the base, while the other cupped his balls again, shifting the weight against her palm. Oh, surely she’d take him into her mouth now…
She smirked, not quite sure whether he could see it or not, and then quickly shifted to press kisses up his shaft, starting at the base and going upwards. Oh, she was enjoying this, being a tease. She pressed an especially tender kiss at the sensitive juncture where the head met the shaft, darting her tongue out to lick there as his cock twitched, straining under her ministrations. He’d been leaking pre-cum, and she felt the wetness against her lips as she pulled away from pressing one last kiss to his tip. She made a show of licking her lips, sampling his flavor.
“Wanda, please…”
She didn’t need any more prompting before taking him as far into her mouth as she could, hands working what she couldn’t take without gagging. She sucked as she slowly pulled off, pausing to pass her tongue over the head before swallowing him back down, repeating as she found a rhythm with the help of the incoherent pleasured noises that now spilled freely from his lips. Oh, she could feel how hard he was, the way his cock pulsed and twitched and strained…
She glanced upwards, and was treated to the sight of him with his head thrown back, eyes closed and jaw slacking open as he indulged in the pleasure. Notably, he was still fully human--he really had improved that stamina! Hmm… A wonderfully wicked side of Wanda just knew she’d really enjoy testing the limits of what he could really handle without losing his disguise…
She broke her rhythm by pulling off his cock completely, savoring the way he whined as the cool air hit his dick, the way it twitched as if seeking out the suddenly-lost pleasure. She took a moment to admire it.
“Your cock looks really cute like this, you know,” she told him. “It’s so flushed and pink in this form!”
Vision didn’t really have a coherent response to that; between being blindingly aroused and the fact that he was just eternally happy that Wanda liked his cock. Really, how was he that lucky, that a woman like Wanda actually wanted him?
She took him in her mouth again, having fun working him up until he started to get loud , clearly blindingly aroused… and then pulling off of him again, relishing the way he groaned at the sudden loss.
“Hmm, you know, there’s something else I’ve been wanting to try…”
“Anything for you, darling…” he breathed, dazed with how much he wanted anything she would offer him.
She reached over to the nightstand for a bottle of lube, poured some in her hand, and used it to slick up her cleavage. She had to admit, she hadn’t done this before; she’d seen it in porn though, and given how often she noticed that Vision stared at her breasts (he’d never admit to it, but wow was he adorably bad at hiding it) she figured she’d give it a try.
Moving back to him, she positioned herself so that she could press his cock between her breasts, sliding him along her cleavage, using her hands to press her boobs together to give him more pressure. His jaw went slack at the sight, eyes darkening even more as he couldn’t keep his gaze off the image of his cock sliding through her glorious cleavage. He started bucking his hips, thrusting, and she held still and let him set his pace. Realizing she could reach his tip at the end of each thrust, she tilted her head down to tease him with quick licks and kisses when she could get the timing right.
“Does that feel good, Vis?” she teased him. “Having your cock between my tits like this? You’ve thought of this, haven’t you?”
The way he flushed, even as his rhythm didn’t falter, told her that he had indeed thought of it. He started to flush so much she almost wondered if he was about to finally slip his disguise… would this be what finally pushed him over the edge?
“W-Wanda, wait!” he stuttered out, slowing and stopping his pace. Concerned, she pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong, my love? Too much?” she reached out a reassuring hand to rest against his thigh.
“No! Yes!! I mean, that was incredible darling…”
“But?”
“Well, but I can’t help but worry that you aren’t getting enough out of this… I mean, I’ve barely gotten to touch you...”
Holy fucking shit . In the midst of the fuck of his life he was worried about her pleasure. Dear god she was blessed. Especially since she knew from past experience how dedicated he was to drawing out every moan, every shudder, every mind-blowingly good orgasm from her, and how much he loved taking charge to ensure that pleasure. Well, she had to admit, blowing and titfucking him didn’t physically do much for her, but mentally it had been awesome to see the man she loved feel so good. Especially since she was 100% confident that he’d fully see to her pleasure soon after. She trusted him completely. And she was currently so fucking wet for him.
“Oh, Vis, don’t worry…” she purred, swinging one leg over him to straddle him, his eyes wide as he gazed up at her. She lowered her hips so that his cock slid along her slick channel, letting him feel how wet she was as she started grinding against him. “I’ve been enjoying this almost as much as you.”
She kept grinding against him, angling her hips just right so that he rubbed against her clit with each pass. Damn, she knew they could both finish from this, but oh no, she needed to try one last test against him.
She carefully changed her angle, reaching down to nudge his dick into place so she could take him inside her to the hilt.
“You feel so good , my love…” she moaned as she rode him, bouncing on his cock at a relentless pace, playing with her clit to finally give herself more stimulation. He filled her so well, she could almost convince herself that he had been made just for her. His hands were busy gripping the sheets, white-knuckled, as he desperately tried to keep control. She could feel how tense he was under her. He was blushing so hard she was sure now that it was at least partially his disguise slipping. She couldn’t blame him, if she was this far gone from playing with him, he was probably hanging on by a thread…
The next thing she knew, her back was flat against the bed and Vision was above her, bracing her legs apart as he filled her again with a delightfully rough thrust. He just held himself there for a moment, both of them getting their bearings and relishing the feel of it all as he bent to kiss her. Holy shit, that kiss , sloppy, desperate, passionate, affectionate--all their feelings for each other crashing together with lips and tongue and teeth before he buried his face in her hair as he started pounding into her.
It felt so good to be fucked like this; he stretched her so perfectly, his relentless thrusts hitting so deep as one of her hands tangled in his hair and the other left red parallel lines scratched down his back as she clung to him. Knowing that she’d unleashed this side of him only made it better. She was so fucking close , it’d probably only take a few more thrusts to get her there…
He released his bracing grip on one of her thighs and gently stroked her clit instead. It barely took one circling pass of his fingers to send her over the edge, words lost to her as she came, the pleasure intensified by the feel of his thick length still inside her. The feel of her clenching around him triggered his orgasm as well. He could still feel her walls fluttering around him when he forced himself to pull out, immediately spilling spurts of hot cum over her stomach and chest with an undignified grunt, followed by soft moans of her name.
He hated having to pull out while she was still coming--well, ok, he hated having to pull out at all --but damn it, they’d forgotten to use a condom again. He really had to be more mindful of that, he was supposed to be the intelligent Avenger after all. A perfect machine didn’t forget things . But, well, Wanda made him feel anything but machine-like, especially at times like this where he gathered her into his arms, holding her close and pressing endless kisses to her and overwhelmed by the fact that he was the person privileged to be here with her. Hmm, maybe he really did need to track down Dr. Cho and ask some potentially awkward questions about if he and Wanda needed to worry about protection.
“Sorry about having to pull out…” he mumbled into her neck as he held her.
“Don’t worry, love,” she responded, sleepily, too blissed out still to care about cleaning up the mess yet. “It felt good enough and I should be remembering protection too…”
She turned to look at him, startling him slightly as she jumped in surprise. “Oh! You stayed human!” she squeaked.
“Hmm? What?” he was still too distracted by holding her to care, but he turned his head to look down at his hand and-- “So I did!” he observed, the surprise causing him to shift back into his natural red synthezoid form.
“Oh, so that’s what finally gets you to switch back!” she teased, starting to giggle at the absurdity. Her giggle was infectious, the both of them flopping back on the bed, making the mattress shake from their laughter this time.
After they caught their breath, Vision, ever the gentleman, retrieved a washcloth from the hotel bathroom to start cleaning them both up.
“You know…” he began, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes, “Since we figured out that I can stay in human form if I want now, that means…”
“We can try out your fantasy!” Wanda finished the sentence, eager.
“If you want to, of course...”
“Oh, I definitely want to! In fact, I was already thinking of places we could try…”