[ interesting. pietro doesn't strike him as the type who would normally mind and audience, and wash is usually indifferent, one way or another -- he prefers private settings less because they can't be seen and more because it allows him greater focus, that it fuels that want in him to just lose himself in another person completely and utterly. but this is a bigger vulnerability, isn't it, the kind that he already knows pietro is loathe to admit even to himself, and he sees that confusion in his eyes, like he wasn't even sure why he asked for it.
but just like how pietro called him here, and just like what wash had told him the first time: in many, many ways, this is about what pietro wants. he lingers for a few moments, especially after that little whine, visceral memories of all the sweet kinds of sounds he knows pietro can make playing through his memories, and he keeps that light steady pressure against his throat, turning his hand until those fingertips are drawling a line straight up under his chin and jaw, tipping his head up even as he leans down to just briefly catch his mouth in a kiss. it's brief but there's a want in it, raw and possessive, his tongue lapping deep into his mouth before he's already pulling back, voice low and rumbled against his lips. ]
Alright.
[ and then he straightens, letting his hand fall away, taking half a step back and giving him an expectant tip of his head even as that hunger never quite leaves his expression. lead the way, speedy. you called him here, so you get to decide where you want him to choke you until you cry. ]
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but just like how pietro called him here, and just like what wash had told him the first time: in many, many ways, this is about what pietro wants. he lingers for a few moments, especially after that little whine, visceral memories of all the sweet kinds of sounds he knows pietro can make playing through his memories, and he keeps that light steady pressure against his throat, turning his hand until those fingertips are drawling a line straight up under his chin and jaw, tipping his head up even as he leans down to just briefly catch his mouth in a kiss. it's brief but there's a want in it, raw and possessive, his tongue lapping deep into his mouth before he's already pulling back, voice low and rumbled against his lips. ]
Alright.
[ and then he straightens, letting his hand fall away, taking half a step back and giving him an expectant tip of his head even as that hunger never quite leaves his expression. lead the way, speedy. you called him here, so you get to decide where you want him to choke you until you cry. ]