[Pietro's nails dig into the fabric of his pants as he presses his fingers hard against his thigh, but careful to only grip with that hand and let his other stay fixed to Wash's leg without an increase in pressure for as long as he can manage it, the muscles in his arm tight and forcing it. As Wash pulls his cock back, Pietro chases it with his tongue, trying to press it hard enough to the underside of Wash's cock to make it uncomfortable for him, but it's difficult to move and feels very heavy in his mouth. When he starts to thrust back, in the fractions of a second where Pietro can anticipate things, he braces himself, and that ends up making it worse, accidentally tightening his throat and unprepared for that additional fight to open it up again, loud whines choked down, his abdominal muscles flexing erratically as he gags like he could spit that cock back out if he tried hard enough.
Wash twists his fingers tighter in his hair, and the moan that wants to rise of his throat goes nowhere, only forcing another wet choking noise. Pietro wants to shift, to move his knees off the hard pavement as every thrust makes him feel unbalanced. Wash goes hard, relentless, and Pietro thinks his jaw might break at the hinges from the strain of keeping his mouth open and not biting down. His throat feels inflamed soon enough, raw and abraded, would be bleeding if he didn't have that barrier of resistance to friction that's harder to break through. But it hurts, a sharp sort of pain all over the soft tissue of his throat, exacerbated every time he chokes or gags, and that's often. He can't breathe well, unable to focus on it and continuing to try to pull air into his mouth when there isn't any room for it. Still, his fingers remain twitching at Wash's thigh, but otherwise unmoving.]
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Wash twists his fingers tighter in his hair, and the moan that wants to rise of his throat goes nowhere, only forcing another wet choking noise. Pietro wants to shift, to move his knees off the hard pavement as every thrust makes him feel unbalanced. Wash goes hard, relentless, and Pietro thinks his jaw might break at the hinges from the strain of keeping his mouth open and not biting down. His throat feels inflamed soon enough, raw and abraded, would be bleeding if he didn't have that barrier of resistance to friction that's harder to break through. But it hurts, a sharp sort of pain all over the soft tissue of his throat, exacerbated every time he chokes or gags, and that's often. He can't breathe well, unable to focus on it and continuing to try to pull air into his mouth when there isn't any room for it. Still, his fingers remain twitching at Wash's thigh, but otherwise unmoving.]