[ pietro is slower than usual, uncoordinated -- and unfamiliar, wash notes, though its unclear if that's from genuine unfamiliarity or simply because of pietro's current state. wash is patient enough, watching as pietro fumbles with he front of his jeans, a quiet pleased sound rumbling from his chest when pietro finally frees his cock and wraps his trembling fingers around it firmly. that one lick especially seems hesitant, new, that sudden warm wet pressure enough to draw a small shudder from wash, and then pietro's finally taking him into his mouth. he's slightly hesitant with it too, and wash braces more of his weight against his forearm pressed to the alley wall, making some quiet sound of pleasure and irritation both when that heat starts to envelop him -- but not entirely, that scrape of teeth only sending another little shiver through him.
god, pietro makes a pretty sight like this, though. on his knees, those lips stretched wide around his cock. he tugs sharply on his hair just for pietro to feel that pressure, letting him adjust to just having his cockhead in his mouth, feeling the way he's adjusting his jaw, shifting his breathing. ]
New to this too? [ he murmurs, only just loud enough for pietro to hear him down on his knees, still low and rumbling as always, somehow even lower than before, thick with want and arousal and a possessive bent. ] That's a shame. You look real good on your knees.
[ wash doesn't actually know with the same certainty if this really is a first or not, but pietro certainly seems unfamiliar, and wash is happy to revel more in those little possessive thoughts, on the quiet thrill of being anywhere near the first. a promise is a promise, though, and that hand in his hair drops to pietro's shoulder, to one of his hands against his shaft, pulling it away firmly but gently and re-settling pietro's trembling hand over one muscled thigh, instead. ]
Just like before. Squeeze twice.
[ that's the only warning pietro gets. most other people wash wouldn't mind going slower, letting them take their time, but he's here for one specific purpose and he already knows pietro wants to be pushed. wash's hand returns to his hair, tangling tight through the strands, and he pulls sharply to angle pietro's head slightly -- opening up his throat just enough for wash to thrust forward. not too hard, but still all at once, one smooth movement as he moves to fuck himself deeper into his mouth and then down his throat. ]
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god, pietro makes a pretty sight like this, though. on his knees, those lips stretched wide around his cock. he tugs sharply on his hair just for pietro to feel that pressure, letting him adjust to just having his cockhead in his mouth, feeling the way he's adjusting his jaw, shifting his breathing. ]
New to this too? [ he murmurs, only just loud enough for pietro to hear him down on his knees, still low and rumbling as always, somehow even lower than before, thick with want and arousal and a possessive bent. ] That's a shame. You look real good on your knees.
[ wash doesn't actually know with the same certainty if this really is a first or not, but pietro certainly seems unfamiliar, and wash is happy to revel more in those little possessive thoughts, on the quiet thrill of being anywhere near the first. a promise is a promise, though, and that hand in his hair drops to pietro's shoulder, to one of his hands against his shaft, pulling it away firmly but gently and re-settling pietro's trembling hand over one muscled thigh, instead. ]
Just like before. Squeeze twice.
[ that's the only warning pietro gets. most other people wash wouldn't mind going slower, letting them take their time, but he's here for one specific purpose and he already knows pietro wants to be pushed. wash's hand returns to his hair, tangling tight through the strands, and he pulls sharply to angle pietro's head slightly -- opening up his throat just enough for wash to thrust forward. not too hard, but still all at once, one smooth movement as he moves to fuck himself deeper into his mouth and then down his throat. ]