[ pietro is having a hard time adjusting to this, wash can tell -- and wash isn't making it easy for him. but pietro isn't tapping out, either, and knowing that he wants to be pushed, that he wants to get fucked up tonight, wash won't pull back until he asks for it. the raw pressure of his throat especially as he continues to gag and choke on him, as he feels those muscles work reflexively around the invasions and struggle to make sounds other than wet sputtering.

and how much visceral pleasure wash gets out of those sounds and that struggle is something that wash questions, sometimes. but not now, not here. pietro is trying to lose himself in this, to have all coherent thought slip from his mind and lean into wash's overbearing presence, and wash is trying to do the same in his own way, tune himself so completely to pietro and his body and his wants and needs that there's nothing else for wash to do but act and feel, and fuck when he fucks into his throat just right that has him choking, it makes him want.

eventually, though, wash does slow down. not to go easy on him, but simply to shift tracks. he still works his hips in slow, easy rolls, but now the movement and pressure shifts to his fingers in pietro's hair. on one thrust when he pulls back, he pushes pietro's head down, and then pulls his head back. working him on his cock using that grip in his hair. ]

-- Fuck. [ a breath, low and ragged. ] Use your tongue, pretty boy. I know you like it dry, but I want my cock sliding right into your tight little ass.

[ is he maybe indirectly teaching pietro how to do this a little even as he fucks his throat raw. maybe. ]