It was frustrating in the best way possible that Dom didn't give in. He stood before Pietro and didn't show weakness, his eyelids didn't flutter, he didn't flush. Dom stood there, staring back and daring Pietro to move. So he moved. Faster than Dom could register, there were lips on his jawline. Pietro's kisses were almost bites, rough and hard and dominating.
The fact that this body was new didn't put Pietro off. This was still Dominic. There were breasts pressed against Pietro's chest, instead of hard muscle. Pietro found that he didn't mind this much.