you wont be able to keep up with me but thats fine as long as youre here to enjoy the ride
My Future Plans
get the hell out of here
My Talents
fast is both an art and a state of mind and ive perfected it
also i can tailor your clothes if youre cursed to make do with whatevers off the rack
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
ill try any food once probably twice im not picky go ahead and surprise me
try reading textbooks for fun theres a lot of stuff in the world and not learning when given the chance is just lazy
My Ideal Partner
here for a good time not a long time
Height
5'8"
Body Type
lean
Smokes
nah
Drinks
maybe
Drugs
maybe
Sign
aquarius
Education
enough
Occupation
problem
Income
enough
Children
no
Pets
no
Hobbies
fashion, reading, running, sewing
[His hands curl up against the wall, a part of him wanting to grab at Pietro to at least hold a warm body as he gets his dick stroked in a pace that he'd definitely describe as fast. Impossibly fast for most. What, it's just an objective fact... along with maybe that small admittance that this really does feel good, something Scott can't really hide as pants start to exhale out from him, quick and soft as his hips twitch despite himself.
He rolls his head downward, almost too focused on the way Pietro's hand is inside his jeans and now stroking him at a more normal pace. Kind of frustrating to go from such a quick speed to something so slow, but he only lets that feeling out with a mild huff, before his eyes return up to face Pietro's own. There may also be the beginnings of his cheeks turning red, that flushed look peeking through despite Scott's self-control.]
Is this how your bedroom talk always goes? [...] And I'll continue to give you attitude until I come, so guess you better follow through with your earlier promise to make me stop.
[At least he is hardening underneath Pietro's rough touch, his dick firming and twitching against his fingers.]
[ He brings his face closer, eyes intense before they're just out of sight so Pietro's lips can graze against Scott's ear. Much softer, much warmer than his tone. ]
You don't get sweet talk until you've earned it.
[ Nasty as Pietro's attitude is, he does at least seem to be taking the task of a handjob seriously. That hand dips even further, forearm staying flush against Scott's shaft while lithe fingers trace playful, feather-light lines down and around his balls. ]
You can be a good boy, right? [ His voice drops in a mockery of praise, a smile all but audibly baring his teeth to touch Scott just as feather-light as his fingers are. ] Do as you're told? I know you can, you fine, upstanding hero, you.
[He's surprised by the sudden shift in Pietro's tone, but the softer, warmer voice is honestly far preferrable to whatever he had before. It's not something Scott is wiling to admit, but maybe he doesn't have to verbally say it, his body relaxing despite himself and his cock pulsating against the other mutant's fingers as blood rushes downward. He's hardening more against those playful touches with Scott himself twitching against the wall before pushing his hips closer to him.
This is definitely better though.
A soft sigh exits from him in return, although he can't just let Pietro think he has him fully, right? Right. It's at least easier to push back just a little when those somewhat mocking words reach his ear.]
I only listen to others when I want to. I'm... not just whatever or whoever you think I am.
[He brings one hand up, moving up to wrap around Pietro's neck, holding him there and keeping him close just because. A mockery of a hug? Not really, but... he doesn't know.] But maybe I'm listening a little right now. Or do you need me to tell you what to do... as a hero.
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He rolls his head downward, almost too focused on the way Pietro's hand is inside his jeans and now stroking him at a more normal pace. Kind of frustrating to go from such a quick speed to something so slow, but he only lets that feeling out with a mild huff, before his eyes return up to face Pietro's own. There may also be the beginnings of his cheeks turning red, that flushed look peeking through despite Scott's self-control.]
Is this how your bedroom talk always goes? [...] And I'll continue to give you attitude until I come, so guess you better follow through with your earlier promise to make me stop.
[At least he is hardening underneath Pietro's rough touch, his dick firming and twitching against his fingers.]
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You don't get sweet talk until you've earned it.
[ Nasty as Pietro's attitude is, he does at least seem to be taking the task of a handjob seriously. That hand dips even further, forearm staying flush against Scott's shaft while lithe fingers trace playful, feather-light lines down and around his balls. ]
You can be a good boy, right? [ His voice drops in a mockery of praise, a smile all but audibly baring his teeth to touch Scott just as feather-light as his fingers are. ] Do as you're told? I know you can, you fine, upstanding hero, you.
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This is definitely better though.
A soft sigh exits from him in return, although he can't just let Pietro think he has him fully, right? Right. It's at least easier to push back just a little when those somewhat mocking words reach his ear.]
I only listen to others when I want to. I'm... not just whatever or whoever you think I am.
[He brings one hand up, moving up to wrap around Pietro's neck, holding him there and keeping him close just because. A mockery of a hug? Not really, but... he doesn't know.] But maybe I'm listening a little right now. Or do you need me to tell you what to do... as a hero.