silent exhale / sights never averting away, glowing screen [ & ] a name displayed before her. she sent her message completely with a gentle tap on the blue arrow to @chyrafim .
[ 𝚆 , 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙾𝙽 ♡ : ] a vendor just called me, asking about my opinion on some color arrangements for the venue, but I could have sworn I had already talked to them yesterday. I realized that the name they had provided me with was not the same as the name that I currently possessed.
[ 𝚆 , 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙾𝙽 ♡ : ] you don't have anything to do with this, have you? Somewhere along the lines, I did hear ' Mr. Worthington said '.
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[TXT] : are you coming over or just teasing me? / from @chyrafim
𝐎 ' 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀 𖤐 𝐎 ' 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀
✱ ACCEPTING | RANDOM TEXT PROMPT | @chyrafim
CHIN RESTED 'PON INTERLACED PHALANGES, TEMPTATION; BURNING GAZE DOWN LIT SCREEN ––––––– TILT OF CRANIUM / WICKED FELINE SMILE 'PON VISAGE. TUG OF HEART / MIRTH & HUM , UPPER PHYSIQUE WHICH LEANED OVER COUNTERTOP. IMAGERY OF MIND , MILDLY EXPLICIT PICTURE FROM WITCH TO ANGEL , FAVORED COLOR OF WARREN BEANTH CHOSEN ATTIRE OF THE DAY. IVORIES BIT BOTTOM LIP , A GENTLE PULL AS SHE READ HIS TEXT OVER & OVER AGAIN. SILENT REPLY OF WITCH'S MIND, GATHERING THOUGHTS TO OBEY & INDULGE ONE'S ALLURE.
IMAGINATION OF COLLIDED BODIES , BATTLE OF DOMINANCE ; DANCING TONGUES & HEATED SPACE. OH HOW THE SCARLET WITCH ; WANDA MAXIMOFF ENJOYED TOYING WARREN WORTHINGTON III. BACK STRAIGHTENED , UNCLASPING PALMS AS SHE GRABBED CELLULAR DEVICE. TAPPING 'PON SCREEN WITH HASTENED FINGERS.
➤ WARREN ♡ : i could come over, if you're not busy.
➤ WARREN ♡ : can't have you being distracted and all. unless you want me to, that is.
TAP OF BLUE ARROW , INSTANT DELIVERY. A THOUGHT LINGERED, THINGS WERE BETTER LEFT SAID THAN TEXT. ANOTHER TAP 'PON MESSAGE , YET THIS TIME IT WAS A VOICE MESSAGE.
It started innocent enough, with Warren tugging him closer by the hand. Warren yearns for gentle touch and even more gentle kisses. Scott is more than happy to indulge. However, what started as a series of soft kisses soon devolved into Warren crowding him against a wall, muscular thigh pressed against Scott's crotch as the two continued to kiss.
Scott can't see Warren. He doesn't know what color Warren's hair or eyes are. But he knows what color his thermal signature is. It's a brilliant gold, the color of sunrise, the color of home.
Warren's hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, helping Scott shed the unneccesary shirt. Scott's hands drift to Warren's back, careful of his sensitive wings as he pushes on Warren's lower back, urging him closer. Scott rolls his hips against Warren's thigh, a soft pleased sound escaping his lips as he feels friction build between their bodies.
"W-Warren..." he stutters, distracted and tongue tied as Warren traces his top surgery surgery scars with his hands before leaning down and kissing along the sensitive flesh of his chest. "If you don't get in me, so help me-" he grumbles, although is words lack any true threatening menace because his voice cracks as Warren leaves a fresh hickey on his left pec.
Thankfully he doesn't need to ask twice. Warren guides them to bed. And as knees meet soft mattress he reaches out, pushing and pushing until he can feel Warren lying on his back. "Look what you've started," Scott muses, easing his own pants and underwear off before helping Warren out of his. Scott dips down, leaving a hickie on the junction of Warren's neck and shoulder. Scott takes Warren's hands in his and guides them to his hips.
"I can't see here," he reminds Warren, all the while spreading his own thighs a bit more. "Help me get the angle right, please."
with a groan from her parted lips, her groggy vocals conveyed a clear annoyance, as heavy eyelids struggled against the phantom sleepiness that still held her. a rustle of her form under the duvet, & Wanda instinctively moved closer to the warmth beside her, her arms settling over his chest. her thoughts of the previous night, a tangle of skin against skin & sweet vocals, disrupted her slumber, a lingering echo of ecstatic highs. intimate moments, yet even now for the Scarlet Witch to feel a flush creep up her neck, a sensation she'd find herself experiencing far too often around @chyrafim , but it is a feeling that she did not mind having over & over.
a chime of an alarm clock, a tune that declared to wake both wanda & warren. ‘ if I hear that alarm go off one more time, I'm going to destroy it with my magic. ’
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