[It's difficult to keep himself controlled enough, muscles twitching at erratic intervals even as he tries to hold them tight, Wash's growl rumbling over his tongue too much of a distraction. Wash gets his pants open after an excruciatingly long time, and Pietro moves his trembling and useless fingers out of the way unconsciously, giving up as Wash grabs his cock. It's painful, but on the edge of it, like he knows exactly how much pressure to use, and Pietro is both pleased and irritated by it, feeling every individual point of contact and only wanting Wash's fingers to tighten. He fidgets and whines about it, but groans roughly in an almost desperately needy way when Wash lets go all too soon. Those fingers instead dig into his shoulder and push him down to his knees, the brick wall rough over his back until he breaks from it as his knees and shins hit the concrete. Pietro sucks in a breath as Wash's hand is back in his hair, yanking him forward instead of wrenching his head back, pressing him against his crotch, the rough material of his jeans against his face, that pulsing heat underneath throbbing slowly and felt. Shit. Fuck.
Pietro knew this was coming, it's what had been promised and in that moment he asked for that promise, the thought of it had made his abdomen tighten fiercely with heat, but now that he's here, he stalls for a long half a second as his mind blanks and he can't figure out what to do with his hands. But his fingers latch on to Wash's belt as he draws his head back a little, his fingertips hot and tingling as he picks at the buckle and gets it freed, working the button through the hole, an act that seems to take forever as Pietro's entire body continues to overheat, and finally yanking the zipper down, fast and hard and sudden. He wraps his fingers around Wash's cock, a firm hold to keep them from shaking, and once he's pulled that cock out right in front of his face, he pauses again before tentatively licking along the head, the new texture of hard and heated flesh odd and almost salty on his tongue. He tightens his grip on Wash's shaft, adjusting it a few times, and takes the head into his mouth, not being careful of his teeth and scraping along the bottom of it, but eventually he opens his jaw wide enough, making a sputtering noise before he shifts to breathing completely through his nose.]
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Pietro knew this was coming, it's what had been promised and in that moment he asked for that promise, the thought of it had made his abdomen tighten fiercely with heat, but now that he's here, he stalls for a long half a second as his mind blanks and he can't figure out what to do with his hands. But his fingers latch on to Wash's belt as he draws his head back a little, his fingertips hot and tingling as he picks at the buckle and gets it freed, working the button through the hole, an act that seems to take forever as Pietro's entire body continues to overheat, and finally yanking the zipper down, fast and hard and sudden. He wraps his fingers around Wash's cock, a firm hold to keep them from shaking, and once he's pulled that cock out right in front of his face, he pauses again before tentatively licking along the head, the new texture of hard and heated flesh odd and almost salty on his tongue. He tightens his grip on Wash's shaft, adjusting it a few times, and takes the head into his mouth, not being careful of his teeth and scraping along the bottom of it, but eventually he opens his jaw wide enough, making a sputtering noise before he shifts to breathing completely through his nose.]