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[ that pressure around pietro's cock immediately stops, wash relaxing his grip, pulling his hand away -- he braces it against pietro's knee, instead, relatively unscathed from bruises and cuts. his other hand lifts from his stomach, taking the knife with it, and deliberately moving entirely within pietro's sight, making sure he never quite loses sight of the knife, he sets it down on the bedside table -- closer to wash's own reach than to pietro's even if his hands were untied, just as a matter of instinct, but still clearly set aside.
he doesn't pull away completely, however. still pressed inside him, nestled between his thighs, and his hand returns to curve his fingers just under his jaw. he is quite aware that pietro takes his attempts at soothing and grounding him more as insult than anything else, but it doens't stop him from at least providing that touch for him to take and refuse as he wants, his thumb stroking lightly just under his lower lip.
and wash just waits, for a few moments. lets pietro catch himself, steady back down as much as he wants -- but he still hasn't quite pulled away completely, still hasn't moved to undo the rope around his wrists. ]
Safewords might help you. [ his voice is quiet, gentle, but -- pointed. firm. ] Its a way for you to say no -- without saying no.
[ his thumb brushes back, this time over his lower lip, a gentle pressure against where he's bruised and bitten. its a way to let pietro's instinct take over. to thrash and fight back and say no if he wants to -- and for tha tto all be part of it. one step to bring him further to truly, utterly falling apart. wash knows that pietro was on the verge of something, here, and maybe that kind of break is not what he wants, and that's fine. but if it is, if it was. there's no shame in pulling away from that, either. but even simple things like swallowing his pride enough to do things like this will make it easier for him, in the long run.
its out of kindness that wash chooses to say something else immediately, there -- pietro doesn't have to respond to that immediately if he doesn't want to. wash hopes he'll at least think about it. instead; ]
Do you want to stop?
he doesn't pull away completely, however. still pressed inside him, nestled between his thighs, and his hand returns to curve his fingers just under his jaw. he is quite aware that pietro takes his attempts at soothing and grounding him more as insult than anything else, but it doens't stop him from at least providing that touch for him to take and refuse as he wants, his thumb stroking lightly just under his lower lip.
and wash just waits, for a few moments. lets pietro catch himself, steady back down as much as he wants -- but he still hasn't quite pulled away completely, still hasn't moved to undo the rope around his wrists. ]
Safewords might help you. [ his voice is quiet, gentle, but -- pointed. firm. ] Its a way for you to say no -- without saying no.
[ his thumb brushes back, this time over his lower lip, a gentle pressure against where he's bruised and bitten. its a way to let pietro's instinct take over. to thrash and fight back and say no if he wants to -- and for tha tto all be part of it. one step to bring him further to truly, utterly falling apart. wash knows that pietro was on the verge of something, here, and maybe that kind of break is not what he wants, and that's fine. but if it is, if it was. there's no shame in pulling away from that, either. but even simple things like swallowing his pride enough to do things like this will make it easier for him, in the long run.
its out of kindness that wash chooses to say something else immediately, there -- pietro doesn't have to respond to that immediately if he doesn't want to. wash hopes he'll at least think about it. instead; ]
Do you want to stop?
[Some degree of relief is immediate when Wash takes his hand off his cock, though it takes a moment for Pietro's squirming to slow and leave him to occasional twitches, though his right hand shakes uncontrollably. He notes where the knife gets placed, rolling his eyes. If he'd wanted to hurt or kill Wash, he'd have done so long ago. That, and placing something further away from him doesn't mean he's not still going to get to it first if he wasn't bound. His thoughts on the knife are interrupted when Wash grips his jaw, his thumb running irritably under Pietro's lip, and he contemplates moving quickly to bite down on it. He doesn't need that gentleness, only that Wash listens to him and does what he says, which he's not. He says that instead, and Pietro begins to squirm again, agitated little movements.]
Why can I not just say no? Because you do not listen?
[He has every reason to believe any ridiculous safe word will be ignored completely, or questioned. There's no point to it. Wash's thumb grazes his lip, and he scoffs at the question that follows, and instead of answering it, he does bite Wash's thumb then, hard, quick, clamping his teeth down on it and growling.]
Why can I not just say no? Because you do not listen?
[He has every reason to believe any ridiculous safe word will be ignored completely, or questioned. There's no point to it. Wash's thumb grazes his lip, and he scoffs at the question that follows, and instead of answering it, he does bite Wash's thumb then, hard, quick, clamping his teeth down on it and growling.]
[ wash is surprisingly unresponsive to that bite, just a brief not-quite flinch, a tension -- resistant to pain and having dealt with more than his fair share of feral brats. he does pull his hand away, point taken. ]
Because what you say isn't always what you actually want.
[ because whatever it is pietro is trying to reach is clearly difficult, near-impossible, hidden away behind some barrier he can't quite bring himself to breach, and sometimes the freedom to say no when you mean yes, still secure in the knowledge that there is still something somewhere you can say to make it all stop, makes the difference. because clarity will help wash, too.
still. the point is taken. wash pulls way completely, then, making some quiet sound as his cock works free, leaning up over him to his bound wrists. for the complexity of the rope, he's quick and deft with undoing them, one followed by the other. ]
Because what you say isn't always what you actually want.
[ because whatever it is pietro is trying to reach is clearly difficult, near-impossible, hidden away behind some barrier he can't quite bring himself to breach, and sometimes the freedom to say no when you mean yes, still secure in the knowledge that there is still something somewhere you can say to make it all stop, makes the difference. because clarity will help wash, too.
still. the point is taken. wash pulls way completely, then, making some quiet sound as his cock works free, leaning up over him to his bound wrists. for the complexity of the rope, he's quick and deft with undoing them, one followed by the other. ]
[He waits impatiently until Wash unties him before he responds, immediately pulling his hands close to his body, his fingers still shaking.]
You do not know what I actually want.
[Pietro's cadence is terse and clipped, but the tone somewhat petulant and defiant. He makes no move to get off the bed yet, just shifting to curl up against the headboard, glaring and breathing heavily, though he isn't sure entirely what has him this agitated, maybe just the knowledge that he's shown enough vulnerability that Wash can make those assumptions Pietro denies.]
You do not know what I actually want.
[Pietro's cadence is terse and clipped, but the tone somewhat petulant and defiant. He makes no move to get off the bed yet, just shifting to curl up against the headboard, glaring and breathing heavily, though he isn't sure entirely what has him this agitated, maybe just the knowledge that he's shown enough vulnerability that Wash can make those assumptions Pietro denies.]
Which is exactly why having some clarity in communication is often important, yes.
[ just. so dryly. talking to him less forces him to make more assumptions, pietro.
if he's particularly bothered by being left out to dry with his own hard-on he makes very little indication of it -- pietro may have noticed in all their time together that his focus on his partner tends to be complete, total, and genuine. his own physical needs tend to fade away. he watches pietro curled up against the headboard, and he would offer, reach out, attempt at least some kind of steadying presence -- but pietro has shown enough that he doesn't want that, not from him. and that's fine.
he does stay on the bed, pulling back to give him a bit more space. pietro still had told him to stop, this time -- drawn quite a few lines, scattered as they may be. improvement, overall. ]
You don't know what you want, either. That gets messy. The clarity is helpful.
[ just. so dryly. talking to him less forces him to make more assumptions, pietro.
if he's particularly bothered by being left out to dry with his own hard-on he makes very little indication of it -- pietro may have noticed in all their time together that his focus on his partner tends to be complete, total, and genuine. his own physical needs tend to fade away. he watches pietro curled up against the headboard, and he would offer, reach out, attempt at least some kind of steadying presence -- but pietro has shown enough that he doesn't want that, not from him. and that's fine.
he does stay on the bed, pulling back to give him a bit more space. pietro still had told him to stop, this time -- drawn quite a few lines, scattered as they may be. improvement, overall. ]
You don't know what you want, either. That gets messy. The clarity is helpful.
[Pietro feels more irritated than anything now that they've stopped. Sex is easier, even if it was getting too much, too overstimulating, he feels more exposed and flayed here pressed against the headboard and curling in on himself than he did tied to it with Wash's cock in his ass. He scoffs to himself in disgust, looking away.]
I will figure it out.
[What he wants.]
I will figure it out.
[What he wants.]
[ wash feels at least a little badly, even if he's a very controlled liar who knows how not to let that show -- for all of his conflicts and his very genuine desires to hurt, pietro had come to him for something very, very precise. to let go. to forget. he does want to be able to provide that. ]
You're figuring it out. Just takes some time. [ after he fixes his jeans, he retrieves his knife -- instinct, habit. letting it twirl in his hand. he stays on the bed, keeping a quiet eye on pietro out of the corner of his eye but not watching him directly, turning his attention to the window instead, giving him space and time. ] I'm trying to make that easier for you, but maybe you prefer things the harder way. I've known people like that.
[ a surprising number, honestly. ]
You're figuring it out. Just takes some time. [ after he fixes his jeans, he retrieves his knife -- instinct, habit. letting it twirl in his hand. he stays on the bed, keeping a quiet eye on pietro out of the corner of his eye but not watching him directly, turning his attention to the window instead, giving him space and time. ] I'm trying to make that easier for you, but maybe you prefer things the harder way. I've known people like that.
[ a surprising number, honestly. ]
[Pietro's eyes drift towards Wash's cock as he fixes his pants, but he's not going to offer to take care of that. Everything is awkward now as Wash plays with his knife and stares at the window. It somehow still makes Pietro feel oppressed and stifled. He snorts to himself at those words, but eventually stretches out a little, a more relaxed position, or it would be if he wasn't still tense and ready to flee any second, but that's generally a default for him. He sighs irritably and twists some of the rope in his fingers, just for something to keep his hands occupied. When he speaks, he doesn't look at Wash, eyes fixed on the rope instead.]
How is this "no but not no" clarity?
How is this "no but not no" clarity?
[ oh good, he's asking a question.
wash does actually turn to look at him, again. watching with some interest as he fiddles with the rope. its clearly a nervous gesture more than anything else, something to do with idle hands. there is a moment where it almost looks like he's going to reach out to take it from him -- but he relents, stays where he is, his body twisted around slightly where he's sitting to face pietro, now. ]
People [ and he is quite specific, he means people not just pietro ] find it difficult to let go as much as they want. The body, the mind, they might all give way before you really want it to. You can learn to lock down instincts, to control some aspects of it. But that comes with time, patience, practice -- and sometimes the point is that you want to give in to instinct. To not have to think.
Safeword means someone can scream, struggle, and say no. But I'll keep going until I hear a specific word, or see a signal.
[ pietro's smart enough to put things together to see how that applies to him, so wash won't be specific. purposeful, to give him -- plausible deniability. wash isn't lying, after all. he's not speaking to his specific experience with pietro and pietro alone, but to other people he's been with in the past. willing submissives or stubborn little shits, just like him or ten times worse, that deep down maybe wanted to be held down and used just as much as they wanted to bite his face off for even trying. but he could fight and thrash and spit in wash's face all he wants, and wash would be unrelenting -- until he genuinely wants it to stop. ]
Negotiations and hard limits are clarity, too. Without any lines, I have to be careful with everything I do. But a hard line means that as long as what I do isn't that, just about everything's possible. [ a shrug. a simplification: a level of care is always needed. but the tools enable things to go further. ] You don't have to know your limits yet. Most people don't. Running into them face-first and messily is sometimes the only way to find them.
[ a tip of his head. ]
You want to know mine?
[ there's some dryness in his tone, as he's very much expecting pietro to tell him off for being an old man giving a lecture, but the offer is genuine. pietro is clearly uncomfortable at the vulnerability of this, for him. he can offer some of his own. make it a little less one-sided. ]
wash does actually turn to look at him, again. watching with some interest as he fiddles with the rope. its clearly a nervous gesture more than anything else, something to do with idle hands. there is a moment where it almost looks like he's going to reach out to take it from him -- but he relents, stays where he is, his body twisted around slightly where he's sitting to face pietro, now. ]
People [ and he is quite specific, he means people not just pietro ] find it difficult to let go as much as they want. The body, the mind, they might all give way before you really want it to. You can learn to lock down instincts, to control some aspects of it. But that comes with time, patience, practice -- and sometimes the point is that you want to give in to instinct. To not have to think.
Safeword means someone can scream, struggle, and say no. But I'll keep going until I hear a specific word, or see a signal.
[ pietro's smart enough to put things together to see how that applies to him, so wash won't be specific. purposeful, to give him -- plausible deniability. wash isn't lying, after all. he's not speaking to his specific experience with pietro and pietro alone, but to other people he's been with in the past. willing submissives or stubborn little shits, just like him or ten times worse, that deep down maybe wanted to be held down and used just as much as they wanted to bite his face off for even trying. but he could fight and thrash and spit in wash's face all he wants, and wash would be unrelenting -- until he genuinely wants it to stop. ]
Negotiations and hard limits are clarity, too. Without any lines, I have to be careful with everything I do. But a hard line means that as long as what I do isn't that, just about everything's possible. [ a shrug. a simplification: a level of care is always needed. but the tools enable things to go further. ] You don't have to know your limits yet. Most people don't. Running into them face-first and messily is sometimes the only way to find them.
[ a tip of his head. ]
You want to know mine?
[ there's some dryness in his tone, as he's very much expecting pietro to tell him off for being an old man giving a lecture, but the offer is genuine. pietro is clearly uncomfortable at the vulnerability of this, for him. he can offer some of his own. make it a little less one-sided. ]
[Pietro regrets asking the moment he does, an annoyed quiet noise in his throat when Wash rambles on, and he does consider it a lecture again, half-listening. Given what he's supposed to get out of picking a safe word, it seems contrary to it, having to be aware enough to find that specific word, which goes against losing himself like he wants to. He waves his hand in a 'hurry up' gesture, still playing with the rope, as he gets to limitations, because Pietro's already figured that out and it bores him. When it seems Wash is finally done, Pietro looks at him again, disinterest in his eyes and his tone.]
No. I do not care.
[Wash's limits or chosen word don't matter to him, as they're currently not engaging with any of that, as far as he's concerned.]
What you say does not make sense. You answer me one question — if you are at point of not thinking, how do you even remember safe word?
[It's not a genuine question, spoken like a statement and a one that Pietro clearly doesn't think can be argued with, as if he'd won a contentious discussion they aren't even engaging in.]
No. I do not care.
[Wash's limits or chosen word don't matter to him, as they're currently not engaging with any of that, as far as he's concerned.]
What you say does not make sense. You answer me one question — if you are at point of not thinking, how do you even remember safe word?
[It's not a genuine question, spoken like a statement and a one that Pietro clearly doesn't think can be argued with, as if he'd won a contentious discussion they aren't even engaging in.]
Hm.
I've been keeping an eye on the readouts for my armor since I dropped it off at your place. Did find it weird that I haven't gotten any pings about any system access attempts. Or notifications of new modifications, or purple sparkles flying past my readouts, or whatever.
I've been keeping an eye on the readouts for my armor since I dropped it off at your place. Did find it weird that I haven't gotten any pings about any system access attempts. Or notifications of new modifications, or purple sparkles flying past my readouts, or whatever.
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