[ he might apparently be a dominant, but it doesn't take long for pietro to land himself in a bit of trouble (namely trying to use his speed to zip out for an exit and fighting a number of guards in the process). this is meant to be a warning apparently, encouragement to behave as he's put in the place of a submissive to see what it's like to be on the other side.

if he's honest, it's not so bad.

the heat from the surrounding candles help to warm his naked body, even as he lays stretched out, wrists and ankles tied with silk cloth to keep him well exposed, bare for onlookers to see. apparently, they're meant to pour wax on him as they walk by, but as the first guest approaches, pietro eyes them with a shameless smile, speaking out with a thick eastern european accent. ]

Excuse me, my leg is a bit itchy. Would you mind giving it a scratch?

[ sometimes he gives running a try to get a little warm, but the chill is strong enough that even he requires a number of layers to fight out the overwhelming cold. used to sokovia's dreadful winters, he tries not to mind it much, more curious to explore the city and its intent, walking along the sidewalks to view the passing buildings — stores and bars and restaurants, all things that make it seem no different from any other city, if it weren't for its special rules.

soon enough, his gaze focuses in on the window of one of the shops, his own reflection looking back at him. only it's not quite a mirror image. no, he's definitely ... wearing no clothes.

he peers down to make sure the layers hadn't somehow dissolved while he was distracted, finding himself still fully clothed in reality. but looking up, he can only see bare skin reflect, and he sways his hips to watch his cock swing side to side on the glass.

with an amused laugh, he turns to someone else passing by, pointing to the window. ]

Are you seeing this? I am not naked, but I am naked. [ he looks again, checking the person's reflection to see if it's much of the same. ] Look! You are naked too.

[ he's actually a pretty good skater, having been on enough iced over ponds and lakes as a kid to have the practice (granted, he mostly skid over it on ordinary worn out shoes, never having the money for a real pair of skates, but it counts all the same). the speed is the best part, exhilaration filling him from the sharp pricks of wind against his face as he flies across the surface, laugh echoing loudly, sounding carefree enough that one wouldn't think the current circumstances of this city didn't bother him at all.

eventually, he might find someone either struggling to stand on their skates or perhaps they've tripped to land their ass right on the ice. sliding in front of them, pietro holds out his hand, grin confident but kind as he gives a nod. ]

Go on. Take it. I will show you how to fly.

[ of course, he won't say no to hot chocolate, tongue and teeth craving the sugary sweetness as soon as he hears it's being handed out. he doesn't even heed the warnings about certain side effects, gulping down one fully in swift seconds, almost in a passing blur before he goes in for another.

he's midway through drinking his third cup when he pauses, feeling a strangeness down below, warmth escalating to heat as he lowers his eyes, cheeks puffed with liquid chocolate still in his mouth as he catches sight of the stiff erection thick and obvious in his sweatpants. ]

Hmm. [ well, that's weird. ]

( feel free to change things up a bit in the above prompts to suit your character better or shoot me a pm to discuss a different scenario all together. all prompts are open to sexual opportunities, which are open to both m/f and m/m. )