Because of Pietro's powers, the world around him moved agonizingly slow. This was one of those instances in which it wasn't so completely terrible. He felt Dom's mouth move down, lower and lower. He wanted her mouth on his cock, but he was forced to wait. She wasn't exactly slow, but she was taking her time. Pietro could barely contain the hungry growl that fought to be freed from his throat.
When he felt Dom's mouth at his navel, Pietro shed his shirt. He stared down at Dom, intensity in his gaze. He brushed hair out of her face and moaned lightly as he felt tongue trace a line from his belly button and lower.