[ wash groans, low and rumbling and not bothering to muffle it, feeling his cock slide over pietro's tongue and down his throat and further, feeling how pietro's body reflexively works around it choking and gagging around the sudden intrusion. he only grips his hair tighter and keeps forcing himself down, those sounds harsh and enough to give anyone else pause -- but wash knows what that's wanted, has already given him a way to tap out if he needs it. eventually the sound subsides into whines muffled around his cock, those pretty eyes watering from having the entire length of wash's cock pressed into his mouth, and wash stays there for a moment, savoring the feeling of it, his balls pressed flush to his chin and jaw.
he curses a little to himself, a sharp hiss just under his breath, fuck pietro really does look good like this, his cock throbbing noticeably against pietro's tongue just as wash watches him. but again, he's not here to go easy on him. he twists his hand harder through his hair, but he doesn't move his head up or down on his cock, simply locks his arm and grip to keep him in place.
wash rolls his hips back, nice and easy, his cock sliding against his throat and feeling the texture of his tongue -- and with no warning this time, thrusts back forward. all the way way down, no pause, forcing him to swallow it all at once, and even as pietro's throat works around him wash starts to move again. his other hand drops from the wall, moving to fist both into pietro's hair, pulling roughly at his hair and holding him still as he starts to fuck his mouth. he builds quickly into a nice, steady rhythm, hard and sharp. even here, even like this he's watching, listening, and chasing after the right angles and the right rhythm and the right amount of force, aiming force him to gag and choke noticeably around his cock as he fucks him, working himself against his mouth and down his throat just like he would if he was fucking him from behind. ]
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he curses a little to himself, a sharp hiss just under his breath, fuck pietro really does look good like this, his cock throbbing noticeably against pietro's tongue just as wash watches him. but again, he's not here to go easy on him. he twists his hand harder through his hair, but he doesn't move his head up or down on his cock, simply locks his arm and grip to keep him in place.
wash rolls his hips back, nice and easy, his cock sliding against his throat and feeling the texture of his tongue -- and with no warning this time, thrusts back forward. all the way way down, no pause, forcing him to swallow it all at once, and even as pietro's throat works around him wash starts to move again. his other hand drops from the wall, moving to fist both into pietro's hair, pulling roughly at his hair and holding him still as he starts to fuck his mouth. he builds quickly into a nice, steady rhythm, hard and sharp. even here, even like this he's watching, listening, and chasing after the right angles and the right rhythm and the right amount of force, aiming force him to gag and choke noticeably around his cock as he fucks him, working himself against his mouth and down his throat just like he would if he was fucking him from behind. ]